Lauryn Poems - Poems about Lauryn

...Inspired by Pooh Bear & Christopher Robin, I wrote this poem for Lauryn in March 2013. We used to read the wonderful books and watch the entertaining movies. If I could row… By Michelle Morris ......Read More

...Memories of motherhood. I wrote this poem for my beautiful daughter, Lauryn. She was the cutest baby bear and I loved her way before we met. Big love and hugs and kisses to my angel. You're beauti......Read More

...On Wednesdays I get angry, and on Thursdays I make pots, and then I am no longer angry. When I’m angry I blast Buddy Holly— but I keep the windows up. And then I think it’s so funny, you know,......Read More

...Usually, I don't find the pen until I'm feeling blue, But those who have come before me said I should write when I'm happy too, Now at first impression, I didn't find this to be a difficult task, ......Read More

...Coltrane with Giant Steps coming downstairs after two-weeks King going up the mountain and dreaming as he speaks Miles said, So What.... Kind of Blue Malcolm, By Any Means Necessary, seeing it th......Read More

... I am Ebony ……. A Black Woman, the most Disrespected person in america I am Strong, I am Intelligent, I am Aware I the Black Woman, have Power and Grace I see with my Heart because the eyes ar......Read More

...You see me damage And You know it's internal Yet you ride me like I'm entertainment You push my buttons You poke at my scares Knowing my scares are deeply bonded We fight more then we sleep I......Read More

...Melanin Girl, your melanin is POPPIN’ You woke up like that You’re flawless Yo’ skin is mixed with caramel and chocolate As dark as night Or as light as honey Yo’ hair is so big and curly You......Read More

... Wearing the Green Dr. James E. Martin ©August, 2013 Wearing the green was to me, A privilege beyond compare. Some simply cannot see How to say this I would even dare. I really care not that they ......Read More

...Water- Lauryn hill unplugged( Kian breakfast in bed) I shouldn't spend so much time in the forlorn Saddened by the mistakes that haunt me The past for which I can not change is gone for good Rinsed ......Read More

... As I place the pen on paper my soul beings to bleed upon the pages my secret longings hopes and dreams of which I hope to be, how I want to reflect me transpire into the universe within m......Read More

...Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his words Killing me softly and it hurts Killing me softly So come home Momentary relapses down memory lane got me singing songs like "i'......Read More

...To my left, a withered lady recounting each and every blink of life To my right, an empty seat, Rather, occupied but the presence I deny, grown cold From an ******* in a suit reading a Maxim magaz......Read More