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Best Poems Written by Louisa April

Below are the all-time best Louisa April poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Wet Cheeks

in the empty silence

that cuddled me in

cold corners,

i found answers

written on the wall;

with finger nails

and blood stains.

the darkness kissed my cheek

and wiped my tears away

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Lift Us Up

Sometimes gravity will have

It’s grip on you.

All those moments you thought

Your feet were about to leave the ground

When your wings were finally carried

By the wind, only to have it disappear

At the edge of uncertainty.

Sometimes the choices you make

Feel like pit holes, and all

You ever do is fall into them

Getting lost in underground tunnels

Looking for the light that

Plays hide and seek with your mind.

Sometimes we forget to smile

When all we see are grey clouds

And the snow is falling a bit too much

We wish for sun that wont show itself,

Want things we know will come

But suddenly become impatient.

Sometimes we forget how many times

We fell while learning how to walk

We don’t try to stand up when life

Pushes us down , we begin to crawl

And hope someone will find us

And  lift us up, but sometimes

That person should be us.

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Skin Lights

The street lights wink at me

their dim glow barely

illuminates my silhouette

my faulty being

my black skindedness

i used to think i was fluidity

i swallowed the sun and her light

would not pierce through these layers

my head now burried in the sand

ashamed of my attire

i couldn’t undress my self anymore

my nakedness reminded me of the

sun on my ancestors backs

as they picked white balls, pure like snow

their gazes were cuts, constantly staring

i did not know how to not be

the Gods cast me out of their wombs

i was their dirty little secret

a scab, mould, something different

my skin lights don’t glow like theirs

and i’m okay with this.

i made a necklace using the moon

it reminds me of pearly things.

makes my skin pretty

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Manly Canvas

He smells like dead butterflies. 
i can still see the powdery color
from their wings on his skin
he's a canvas, 
i'm watching him come to life