Loyalty Poems
A letter to my stepmother
by Sharon Morgan
Tonight, I’d like to take my mother’s hand
Don’t replace my mother
Tomorrow and the day after
I’d want to remember my mother,
Don’t replace my her.
The next day and the following months
I’d like to keep her in my thoughts
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I’ll Follow You
by Lisa Ducharme
If the world decides to go pitch black
I’ll follow you into the dark
We’ll light a torch
Find our own path through the rubble
Through the dismay
The tears will seal the walls of our home
The foundation will come from us
We will be warriors
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Flame
by Sharon Morgan
In the distance, a small flame,
which warms my heart with a radiant glance through eyes that allow me to look into a soul,
A secret room that only I have been given
the only key to one lock of its kind.
Deep inside is where two hearts caress and passionately kiss
And recite a loves ballad.
A poem with no end but constant new beginnings
as our hearts find new ways of discovering each other
Like the frontiers of a universe with no end, like infinity itself.
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After the funeral
by Sharon Morgan
After the aroma of the floral displays of the day
The seamless trail of cars in tow
Accompanying the shiny black hearse
Which proudly transported
An honoured guest
In a coffin that was like no other
Preceding an entourage of fellow mourners,
Tissues wiping tears from sullen faces,
A glimpse caught through the reflection
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I as in Me
by Izzy Thurman
I as in me, in the sense I spew spitfire unapologetically
Left clear cast shadows of what I meant to say
Plastered on the foundation of who WE are.
I as in we, I stand by those who stand by me
Trust may be lost but loyalty shall stay
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A letter to my stepmother
by Sharon Morgan
Tonight, I’d like to take my mother’s hand
Don’t replace my mother
Tomorrow and the day after
I’d want to remember my mother,
Don’t replace my her.
The next day and the following months
I’d like to keep her in my thoughts
......
I as in Me
by Izzy Thurman
I as in me, in the sense I spew spitfire unapologetically
Left clear cast shadows of what I meant to say
Plastered on the foundation of who WE are.
I as in we, I stand by those who stand by me
Trust may be lost but loyalty shall stay
......
A Pillow
by Subhas Chandra Chakra
I am plump, buxom
Of a pillow
Relatively happy
To shoulder the load
Of only a single head,
And carry the dust
and dirt oily
all through the weeks.
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After the funeral
by Sharon Morgan
After the aroma of the floral displays of the day
The seamless trail of cars in tow
Accompanying the shiny black hearse
Which proudly transported
An honoured guest
In a coffin that was like no other
Preceding an entourage of fellow mourners,
Tissues wiping tears from sullen faces,
A glimpse caught through the reflection
......
Flame
by Sharon Morgan
In the distance, a small flame,
which warms my heart with a radiant glance through eyes that allow me to look into a soul,
A secret room that only I have been given
the only key to one lock of its kind.
Deep inside is where two hearts caress and passionately kiss
And recite a loves ballad.
A poem with no end but constant new beginnings
as our hearts find new ways of discovering each other
Like the frontiers of a universe with no end, like infinity itself.
......
