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Liliana Carranza-Davis Poem
Brown could be her crown, but is always a letdown
Red does fit but can fade bit by bit
Orange is kinda odd, a red and yellow fraud
Yellow can’t behave and was laid at her grave
Green is Serene but is heavy with envy
Blue is like oceans and tears, so painfully clear
Indigo is but a shade of years ago
Violet never bleeds like the fire pit
But Black lacks the attack of a maniac
And White fails to be bright which causes a fright
So neither should have the right to reign over night
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Liliana Carranza-Davis Poem
A blemish dawns the red sky
Violent blush stains and bleeds on high
Plop, plop, puddles of ichor and flesh
Metallic aroma inhaled fresh
We're bathed in the violence
Like of group of lost nihilists
Through the night, watching it ignite
Nothing could absolve our spite
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Words like water
Slip like soap off her tongue
Cleaning with a bitter taste
But sharper than simple debates
Her words have not blurred to this date
Pulling her weight
She helped open the gate
A gold plate with her name awaits
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Liliana Carranza-Davis Poem
Mundane, Mundane so stupidly Mundane.
Always filled with boring pain,
and trying to find ways to complain.
Everything I do is in vain,
because there is so victory to gain,
there is no villain to restrain.
Mundane, Mundane so Averagely Mundane.
Bus cards and a life so plain,
let me escape from these mortal chains.
I want to take a trip on a plane,
or see how they built a crane,
maybe even see Superman stop a train.
Mundane, Mundane so Oddly Mundane.
Lipstick like a stain,
kiss a lover in the rain
Have feelings so strong, I can’t contain,
with butterflies fluttering, I ignore my brain,
one day I wish I could walk down that white lane.
Mundane, Mundane so Beautifully Mundane.
I love my time being mundane,
I don't need to explain,
why I now love being mundane.
Because one day in your domain
the reason will flood you brain,
and you will try to retain...
Why you hated...being mundane.
Copyright © Liliana Carranza-Davis | Year Posted 2021
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Maia cursed her, Mother Mania stole her
A million miles, Moneta is missing
Truth which I can't accept, but it will blur
Till then I will wait, weep and keep wishing
Another year that I can't hear her laugh
Another year that she won't live to see
Another year with just a photograph
Another year that I will drown at sea
I want to see her hair, its dirty blonde
Or was it light brown tinted by sunshine
If only I could salvage our dead bond
But since then, I alone will walk this line
Will there be a time we can reunite?
So I don’t get lost, can you shine a light?
Copyright © Liliana Carranza-Davis | Year Posted 2021
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Liliana Carranza-Davis Poem
Because only the living die
Will I die If I am not alive
The living only live to one day die
So shall I not die if I do not live
If I do not live then I shall not die
Because only the living die
Merely living to die
Is only something the living do
Is to wish to live…to wish to die?
Is not something to be willed with an eye
But the will of a heart, willing to live only to one day die.
Since I cannot be unalive and not die
Shall I perhaps live and will with a lie,
That one day I will not die?
No,
Why should I not die if I am alive
Because only the living dies, I too one day shall die, because I am not unalive.
I shall not spend my time wishing and willing to not be alive so that I do not die
Because while wishing and willing not to die, I will live only to wish, lie, and eventually die
I know my wish will not be recognized, so it would be a simple waste of wishing, lying, and living
Being unalive would not grant me the right to a beautiful life
And because I do not want to die, I want to live until the day I die
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Liliana Carranza-Davis Poem
A Roses’ red
Blush of life and wonder
Lips of Saints kiss the ground
Dipped, dripped, gowned, and drowned
Floods of what the sun bled
Sweetness was profound
Color of love
Kisses of wonder
Pure blanket surround
Dive into the free
Like boats at sea
For Beauty was around
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