#versepoem

[serlinarose]

📢🇩🇲 Poem Alert!👇🏽📢 Title: Unique Treasure Let me tell you this, we look but rarely See, the beauty of a unique treasure. Have we appreciated her fairly? Are we proud of her and all her leisure? With a hurricane heart, she became my Poetry. Her name, an inkless poem. Her resiliency, a true source for high Inspiration, that pens ink unspoken. Tall are her mountains, reaching to the clouds Deep are her waters with wonders hidden. Her culture, buoyant concur and brings crowds, Ashore to venture in life forbidden. An extraordinary paradise. A haven to all, who wished to escape From vast hustles and bustles, peace advice. Truly a remarkable beauty shape. Diverse is its culture, unique is its Traditions. The people, so warm-hearted, Stirs you intensely to join and commits, To intriguing activities started. Unspoiled terrain features exotic views. Refreshing streams and rivers in excess, Serene cascades flow to pools of lush muse, 'long tropical scenic hikes coalesce. Past each viewpoint, a bit of history, Landmarks of historical structures that Gives a peculiar tale of mystery And presents a vision of hope elat. Let me tell you, the vast celebration Of kinfolks and freedom, weave a charming Moment. With positive generation, Visions of unity come so sparkling. One People, Nation, Flag, Vision Bonne Jounee Kwéyòl! Dominica! One people, Nation, Flag, Vision. Bonne Jounee Kwéyòl, Dominica! ❤️ 💛 💚 This was created for creole Sabbath at church & was also read there. Video of me reading this poem can be viewed on my #authortube so go subscribe to my channel 👍🏽 🔗 link in bio! ❤️ 💛 💚 Like, Follow, Share!👇🏽 👉🏽@ Serlina Rose Authoress 🇩🇲✍🏽📚 ❤️ 💛 💚 #serlinarose #serlinaspoetry #dominica #dominicanwriter #dominicaculture #creoleday #creoleculture #creoleseason #celebratedominica #independencecelebration #independence2022 #onepeople #oneflag #onedominica #onevision #dominica #caribbean #poetry #versepoetry #versepoem #loveforhome #islandgirl #travelpoetry #travelpoems #discoverdominica #traveldominica (at Serlina Rose Authoress) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkWRTejrfPs/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[wordsofdisarray]

god ghosted

I kneel, keel, keen at an empty rock shrine

Worshipper to my sinfulness:

When you were mine

I warded off witches 

By picking your tree

These arbours, your ardour

sowing seeds of unease.

You peeled away my bark

Yet I gorged it down whole

Etched into our roots

Mocking fateful footfall.

My moss on the pillar

To cushion my pain,

But roughness and toughness

Sprouted worms in my brain.

No buck, just rut

Not wed stones 

But headstones: violent gemstones uncut.

Target locked but misfired and damn, misjudged!

Cupid’s arrow wept softly and

Only begrudged.

Could these petals supplant? 

Could I have inspired your sap? 

Let my lungs drown in honey and invite the ants?

Oh, but so sweet! So warm, the taste!

Succour to a sucker: palms pressed to the wastes.

We’d be a sylvan family: Belvedere, 

Prick your ears up and hear those bells, my dear

Taming Medusa, your roaring great lion,

My chiselled Greek seraph atop Mount Zion.

Deity, I cradle, offer kindle up

Lay my flower to a bower once heady with lust

Now, god ghosted

I know how it felt. To have pined,

to have knelt

At my empty rock shrine.

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[insomniany]

W h i t e S u n l i g h t i l l u m i n a t e s, C o n c r e t e J u n g l e D o m i n a t e s. . . . #NYC #verse #poem #versepoem #whitelight #whitetexture #소호 #뉴욕

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