Sounds Like Poetry

What is poetry to me? 

It is love 

And everything in-between 

Whether it is two heart forever intertwined 

Or a neck colliding with a bee sting 

It equates to so much 

But at the same time it feels like nothing

It unravels me like a rope 

With dangling cords 

It's flies high like eagles 

It midday soars 

It lives in a kiss 

Till breath falls short 

And it breaths no more 

No matter the cause 

It exists to be adored

Poetry is something worth fighting for 

Because it is and has always been my love

Love always, Esha

Good Men

 

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Good gracious, Lord have mercy 

Cover me in your grace 

Wrap me in your love 

Turn me not from your face 

I have sinned 

Again and again 

Dug, deep, dark trenches 

For the hearts and souls 

Of good men 

Knowing I could never 

Care for them 

I get it in 

Impaired evenings lavished 

With Dom Perignon, fast food and gin

At some point 

Ya gonna speak 

Only so many times 

You can kiss on a man’s neck 

And make his mind go weak

Love always, Esha  <3

Alright

Checkout my podcast Hope Speaks to hear this poem

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Cherish your loved ones while you can

Kiss their rosey checks

Hold their precious hand

Speak uplifting words in the hour tribulation

Pray with them

Let them know that you can sympathize

Show a warmth to express

That you understand

When the wind beats at their worn door

Stand beside them as a friend

The things that we forget we did

Mean something in the end

So cherish your loved ones while you can

Give them wild flowers

And provide them with hope

That a tired heart can comprehend

Because no one wants to be alone

When the hard days come

The good time Sally and John are cool

Until the lightening strikes

It’s those moments when you want a caring soul to check on you

And make sure you’re alright

Love always, Esha

One Kiss

Listen to spoken word of One Kiss on Hope Speaks via Spotify

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One kiss is never enough. There must be dozens to make up for time lost. They must be doubled to address when the road less traveled gets rough. They need to cover the wounds and apply smooth balm to the scars that don’t disappear. They should last for days and stretch into years. Give a kiss strong enough to dry damp tears. Let it be so profound that it eradicates fears. Breath hopefulness into moments that would mean nothing without you here. And that’s why one kiss is never enough.

Love always, Esha