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Charisse Byrd Poem
The spice in the curry mirrors my anger.
Angry of being a part of a race with no peace.
The small bits of red pepper scatter
Like the blood of the innocent.
An explosion of heat burns my tongue
Like the bombs do their victims.
Innocent tongues…
Who will never speak of peace
Nor taste a meal again.
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Sun shimmers in hair,
Brings out the prisms in skin.
Time to shine again.
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Charisse Byrd Poem
To sit with you in silence
Holds it's own lyrical tune
My love for you is driven
Like the tides are by the moon
Our heat, combined together
Kindles strongly through the night
And when I wake beside you
My love burns, then sparks, ignites
My hands never felt beauty
As they do upon your skin
My adoring fingers travel
As my mind begins to spin
I love you so completely
And I know I always will.
Anything your heart requests
I will try to best fulfill.
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I wish I could find you. I feel you around.
When I look to the sky, it points to the ground.
Ground points to the sun, as it moves east to west.
I’ve missed you again on this unending quest.
You've grown alongside me, yet so far away.
I follow your footsteps, but you never stay.
My pursuit all these years has calloused my soles.
When my body gives out my heart still patrols.
Till one day around nightfall I thought up a plan.
I changed my direction, on impulse, I ran.
The moon seemed to follow. It silvered my path.
I screamed and charged faster, eyes spilled salty wrath.
I pushed more, I could smell the earth on your skin.
On the curve of your back danced silken hair ends.
The geography of your body, like mine,
Cast soft rolling hills alabaster and fine.
Out shot a warning of mortal weakness.
My extremities locked like the lungs in my chest.
I cried out from pain muscle fibers affray.
With my lost momentum my encounter fades.
My feet gave out beneath me. My body hit dirt.
Was it really worth it to over exert?
For a few words of love? Your hand on my face?
Would you stand by my side in this awkward place?
With my questions unanswered, I still feel you around.
When I look to the sky it points to the ground.
Though my body will break more and more every day,
You can be assured I'm still walking your way.
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By moon light and starry night
The wisest of trees bare a canopy
The harboring eves
The wind-dancing leaves
Shadowy silhouette masquerade on your skin
Perfume of your body circulates by the wind
Moon stretches and strains to kiss you
Through the bounty of leaves, branches, atmosphere
But only opalescent slivers break through
So alive is the world as it reflects off of you
Such beauty projected from you
Such life manifested from your own
I watch in awe, at your side
Beneath the canopy
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Charisse Byrd Poem
To my little boy,
This poem’s for you.
It was March 17th ,
That you made your debut.
Cute as a button,
I wrapped you up tight,
And then mommy held you,
From morning till night.
As I watch you grow,
You surprise me each day.
You fill me with joy,
As you laugh and you play.
No matter what happens,
I want you to know,
I will always love you
Wherever you go.
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Charisse Byrd Poem
“Whirlwind”
A whirlwind in my head have I,
Spinning fire, rock, magic and poetry.
The day turns to night as I breathe in your words.
This heart rests only in sleep...
The world getting broader is set askew.
Slanted earth where the gravity pulls me to you.
The silence, once a dreadful sound,
Is filled with orchestras of thoughts, of powerful overtures.
My mind dances to your rhythm, heart mimics the beat.
My hands have been growing colder since first we met,
As my heart demands my blood, my life force and won't share.
Let us sit on a cloud and point to the ground,
At an old life of loneliness and grief.
A whirlwind in my head have I,
Where it spirals and binds,
You and I into blissful eternity.
Copyright © Charisse Byrd | Year Posted 2011
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