Inherited Poems - Poems about Inherited

I’ve taken up polishing skulls. Not trophies, just my kin— their sockets still echoing what they aren't ready to hear. Though it's only what they've said themselves. I never knew what reckoning meant however, in terms of preparation, that is, my training for the abrasing escalation of the manner in which they've behaved? That's easy, I crack pebbles now, knuckles before a fight, teeth on a...

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I remember wishing for her happiness, for if she smiled, all would be fine. She was a tempest, a storm of anger, sadness, and despair, Allowing the darkness to consume her, an abyss too deep to repair. She let the shadows dictate her life, Surrendered to the pain and grief Her laughter was a distant memory,...

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I was born with a foreign hunger, inherited from the shadows of those who were, they placed a dream in my hand like a shining blade and told me to carve my future, but the metal rusted in my deep sleep, leaving me to waver on paths of mist, now I chase smoke through iron halls, where ambition...

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I will build an art center for those who like to play Hope to have it finished by next April or May Will invite youth and others who are merry and gay. Will throw out contenders who are bullies like Ray. Will give hospice nurses ten thousand dollars each letting them redesign the hospital rooms in fuchsia or peach also handing...

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We never saw it coming, we were all at university studying to be the future intelligentsia. We wanted to be lawyers, accountants, and bankers, we wanted to be science teachers, podiatrists, and politicians and we made it! We had the degrees and the diplomas. The recognition and applause of a grateful nation. Yet, a creeping uncertainty came upon us, barbers, beauticians, plumbers, and...

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My blessed dearest mother was a hoarder of food, our cupboards and freezer where over flowing; this inherited "greed" in me I have subdued, rest in peace mom- MY battle is still on going ! ___________________ June 21, 2022 Poetry/Quatrain/Epigram/My "Inherited" Greed Copyright Protected, ID 06-1467-014-21 All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France Written for the Premier contest, Greed sponsor, Margarita Lillico,...

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A MEANING FOR EACH DAY The long-distance run begins again From its dawning burst upon The route of each unique day — Evolving, exerting, energizing, elating. The far distances: a crossing from Vague inspirations to verses, persisting Like the birds that squawk at treetops, Wondering how their cousins sweetly sing? The deepest longings prayerfully Reach up: thought to motion, With the blessed guidance...

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There is so much pain around the world: A burqa clad young girl returning from college Riding a scooter, attempts to reach home sooner But a huge truck rams her flimsy ride and she is torn Into two. She calls home and tells them she is going away! A sad young father with a babe in...

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Wearing our tribal skirt I’m reminded of my grandmother who has bequeathed me rich distinct cultural heritage. Adorned with our traditional costume my heart is pleased, imagining my Lola*, my Mom’s mother smiling delightfully, beholding her granddaughter proud of her roots. Midst the nostalgia brought by such clothing I see myself beside Lola’s bedside, listening to her as she would vividly narrate heroic...

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My child it is not you at fault , These feelings are not yours, This situation isn’t yours to fear, You have a special gift that means you feel what others feel, Especially when others get too near, The tears you cry, The eyes you dry, The blame you take on board Emotions that I wish you never knew, But even though it pains...

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inherited everlasting bountiful there is no shining sun because it is not the sun’s turn to shine. instead these stars glisten and sparkle from heavens we stretch our arms and faith to touch and shine down on this earth, this divine planet, which houses the baby who has already inherited the weight of the world and it’s humans and it’s human sins. this manger feels too soft, too first-breath fresh for me to not feel the...

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A good spirit in him abides From birth his dispostion same Nice, gentle character inside A spirit born with love aflame A spirit born with love aflame Others born without good character Only through rebirth good proclaim Become great traits inheritor Become great traits inheritor Spread an awesome Spirit of love Expand pure like honey's nector Not only once but always think of Inspired...

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Inherited the dreams of lunatics! like a "straw eaten up" blowing by wind to mind's eye," so I rushed cleaves the heart whiteness in anger from the upcoming days. Ah _ oh( lunatics' wisdom) How many wounds you left in the mind! When submerged herein So! I reached a half crazed, and half sagacious. Inherited the dreams of lunatics! So fantasies came drunk, like...

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John had his mom’s eyes Inherited her kindness -- Keen sense of humor Sweet sister-in-law They shared love for animals -- She and I still close Never met father John tried to avoid his fate -- Died young like his dad *Entry for Dr. Ram’s “In-Laws” contest...

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C_ Characteristic traits are genetic H_ He inherited being compassionate A_ A mouth he had, used language so graphic R_ Ruff mix vulgarity and passionate A_ At desperate time in his troubled life C- Contact with the Savior opened his eyes T_ Touched by the loving Father eased his strife E_ Eternally changed became very wise R_ Raised from the common became angelic I_...

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