Arie Poems - Poems about Arie

...See the lashing of the Singer, I think he's angry at the sindlinger. He finds it hard to see the awful, Overshadowed by the gloomy belgian waffle. Who is that wavering near the horrible? I t......Read the rest...

...M-arie is in tea house, A-iming to order herbal drink; R-efreshment in boiling water I-ncludes tea in oolong or green. C-ris is in tea house, R-eceiving aromatic beverage; I-nfusing the lea......Read the rest...

...Marie Charlotte in the back of the Beetle, sleeping Young lovers, engaged on the road with their destiny Suddenly through the fog… a cliff… a scream…dreadfully Two lo......Read the rest...

...Two girls whisper something I know they are talking about my hair One of them has long straight sleek hair that reaches her mid back The other has short hair that's smooth and silky Of cours......Read the rest...

...India.Arie you helped me see that clarity of intention sculpts the skeleton of results and the vision of invention your message haunts why I try the push for what God wills and I'd go for my ......Read the rest...

...Holding on to the past and refusing to forgive. You're only hurting yourself, that's no way to live! I'm your sister, yet we haven't spoken in years. Please move forward and learn to confront your......Read the rest...

...A Note to Self You and you alone can make the change in your life to make it brighter! Self Self you need to try a different angle Years of trusting the wrong person Has left you frazzled and dep......Read the rest...

...Staring in the mirror, listening to a tune or two; quite a few. Feeling overwhelming, yet, spanking brand new. Heart spinning to a rhythm, deja vu', once before, a simple, yet compl......Read the rest...

...As day fall and night came, we used to gather around my grand mother. That was our favourite moment during the day. There was a sort of connection between us, the night and my grandmother. There ......Read the rest...

...I be a Monkeys Uncle. Well I be " A monkeys uncle" Is a phrase. Often heard in the northern race. Refers to a street musician, with a monkey. He would say, he was it's uncle. It collected a......Read the rest...

...Rising from the ashes and darken shadows, I breathe, just breathing in the realm of light. Filling my spiritual lungs in all the depth, height transforming my destiny. Basking freely in the amb......Read the rest...

...I’m looking for a love like none other / one that can be took home to mother given a seat on Sunday’s supper strong like my father or maybe even tougher. See this love I’m looking for it’s that......Read the rest...

...We as humans say that our love is the thing that puts us above the rest of our living world Our love makes us great and kind and all others must respect our kind Were better than the birds the c......Read the rest...