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Candice Jackson Poem
Only colorful storms
Shake my ground
Happy rain
Resets my frown
Sun is up
And now I’m smiling
Not upside down
From this air
I inhale
Bliss
No more dreadful drops of rain
Creating a mist
of terror
The sky has matured
No longer gray
But quite a new blue
Copyright © Candice Jackson | Year Posted 2013
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Candice Jackson Poem
With the appeal of a gorgeous nymph covered in white snow
The fairest and purest of the land that anyone had known
Soft and gentle sending signals of her kindness
Eyes like a sparkling pool of love curing the blindness
Her beauty took presence to the envious eye of the dragons
Her solitude made the townspeople flip over their wagons
Capturing the hearts of princes intrigued by her mystery
Serving was her passion, her duty her history
To her the ground was her temple
The ocean was her attire
The breeze was her nourishment
The wilder bees,
her acquaintances.
One drop of poison would tarnish her inimitable virtues and qualities
Leaving her footprints imprinted in the hearts of many
Copyright © Candice Jackson | Year Posted 2013
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Candice Jackson Poem
I’m recovering from an addiction of your passion and desire
Potent like fire
Thrusts of lust
Shaken up
and intertwined like wires,
Your kisses I so admire
I follow the wind of your breath
Taking me to the depths
of your passionate grace
The warmth of your body
Becomes my fate
Copyright © Candice Jackson | Year Posted 2013
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Candice Jackson Poem
Weary eyes gazed to the sky.
Pleading for the sun to beam a hope of comfort.
Mind wandering in the midst of wind.
As to why he was paying for his father’s sin.
Petite hands trembling.
As he fumbled in bewilderment.
Skinned down to the naked bone.
A feeble body diminishing suddenly,
amongst a memory leisurely deteriorating.
With only the remembrance of purple leaves.
Copyright © Candice Jackson | Year Posted 2013
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