Before Poems - Poems about Before

I have lived before the clocks were wound, When silence spoke and stars made sound. My hands once etched in temple stone, The prayers of kings, yet slept alone. I knew the scent of burning leaves, In Vedic dawns, beneath fig trees. I sang where Nile met desert wind, A priest of fire, a soul thick-skinned. In Rome, I wore the thinker’s face, In...

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YOU MEAN LIKE PETERS BOSS OF BOSSES DETROIT HITMAN OBSESSED WITH BEING BIG PAULIE THE MAKING OF JOHN GOTTI BOSS OF ALL BOSSES INCLUDING BIG DON OF CLASSIC SCUM PAYOFFS BRIBES BULLYING CAR BOMBS IGNITING MY FACE CRUSHING MY SKULL STOP TERRORISTS THREATS DON BELIEVING HE COULD IMPERSONATE MY DECEASED FATHER BORN SEPTEMBER 1942 HE...

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I rise where silence meets the fire, 02:02AM — the void opens. I sip the ancient elixir of myself, Wash my face with remembrance. Barefoot, I kiss the Earth. She knows my name Even when the world forgets. A candle burns — white flame, Whispering, “You are protected.” At 03:00AM, I become the ritual. Black sesame and honey, An offering to the gods within. I speak —...

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THE LIGHT BEFORE DAWN. In the garden of life, our paths crossed, and everything bloomed. Your presence is my guiding star; through life's raging storms, our love remains unbroken. You're the sweet melody echoing in my heart, if I could, I would listen to it for the rest of my life. Throughout the hardships, you're the little flower that refuses to die in...

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The last poem I'll ever write before I burn this whole system down And if this gets me killed so be it I'll burn down the world If that makes you listen And if you think just because of my skin I'll back down and let you win You would be sadly mistaken I will burn down the system And...

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I can’t remember who I was, before voices other than mine stepped in. I think I wanted to be a movie director, a script I read in kindergarten— a line or two still hums when I dream. I think I wanted to be a fashion designer, my first sketches— heels like daggers, dresses stitched with thunder. I think I wanted to be a writer,...

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They wake before the mist lifts in bamboo huts nailed to the spine of hills, children with feet toughened by stone, learning to climb before they can read. The school a distant building where the teacher comes twice a week, or not at all. Lessons written in a language that does not speak their names. A girl hums an old tune as she carries water...

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I did not sleep that night, the hotel room was already taking on the chill ambience, smell, and sounds of an intensive care unit. Occasional distant laughter in a corridor where people are carefree, I pretend to laugh along but thoughts croak and tremble. I mean nothing to Cincinnati, the city has no memory of me yet, and If I die in its University Hospital I...

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The Dark men fought on past their mother, many had seen the mighty one fall they fought on with bitter hate, as now, once more, did the mother of the storm. Her spear flashed lightning, she stirred on her horses, the chariot moving quickly forward, the spear drinking deeply of Arlagh's blood. The battle now raging, one large cacophony of terror, many smaller battles now...

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The villain wasn't always a villain. Once upon a time, they laughed like sunlight on pebbles in a river, Heart soft and eyes wide with wonder. But the world sharpened its teeth against them. An act of Betrayal and a wound, and a silence for too long. They reached out and called for aid, No one...

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Fierce goblins rode these wolves, their curved scimitars, raining death, their fierce visage could freeze the heart, they moved with the giant spiders, death comes in so many ways. The battle on the right was terrible, blood did flow like a river, black, blue, green and red, what horror stalked Badicha. Already, the foot soldiers are charging into the trees, they now had the bloodthirst, it...

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Before The Ink Runs Dry Am I A Poet? I have written #800 poems. I thought I was an artist. Creative illustrations. Creative writings. Changes passed the horizon. I can’t see everything in front of me. A new chapter moving forward. We are writers. Deep thinkers. Until the ink runs dry. Always a pen in...

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People say I fall asleep too fast. That I’m always the first to drift, the easiest to rest. They see the calm, the early nights, the quiet that fills the room when I close my eyes. But they don’t know, Inside, a story is always waking. Before my breath slows, before my body surrenders to the dark, my mind blooms like a...

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if i die before i awake do not cry as am at heavens gate, looking at you all down below, showing you my love will always flow, if you need me just call my name, believe am here and never in vain, i will be beside you by your side, even tho you think i died, my spirt is close and warm, i...

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All together, let us do the chicken splash, Seeing how pink-orange sun never lasts. Don't fight it, red stars are coming soon; Like the ducks, let dive in stormy lagoon! Through maroon monsoon, we all dance, splashing and laughing, in silver romance. Steel blue skies, cluck cluck. Run amuck! If still seeking that rainbow, best of luck. Hopscotch through puddles, sepia splash. We let...

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