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Joanna Williams Poem
Shall I suppress the hankering of love,
And behold one’s stifle whispering bare,
Or quench thy besmirch of venom thereof,
Or bedight thy fog, doer of despair?
Before perceiving wisdom of thy crime,
Judgement of thyself no question make,
When desires approach years of prime,
Must respect and morals themselves forsake?
Though slavery gone captured we still be,
Yet must we all have thy person to blame?
Praise thy duets of similarity,
Forswear injustice and love all the same,
So even I not man still do yet swain
For love alone must I wish to gain.
Copyright © Joanna Williams | Year Posted 2016
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Joanna Williams Poem
What do you have for breakfast?
You have the waffles drenched in syrup,
The cereal overflowing with milk,
Plates assorted with sausage and bacon.
You have the spoonfuls of yogurt,
The variety of fresh fruit,
Plates of soft muffins,
And you enjoy every moment.
What do I have for breakfast?
I have hope drenched in war,
Thoughts overflowing with pain,
Conflicts assorted with hate and fate.
I have love smeared with shame,
Memories drowning in fear,
Conflicts towering empty chances.
I have spoonfuls of doubt,
The variety of soft journeys,
And I always swallow it whole.
Copyright © Joanna Williams | Year Posted 2016
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Joanna Williams Poem
How can I be so forgetful?
I can remember your eyes
And your beautiful smile.
I can remember your soft hands
And your perfect body.
I can remember your long hair
And your soft skin.
I can remember the feel of your lips
And your comforting words.
But even though I can't forget you
I seem to forget getting engaged
Engaged to a life of pain
How can I be so forgetful?
Copyright © Joanna Williams | Year Posted 2016
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