Liberty
(Tammie S. Wright)
Delton, MI, USA
Liberty
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Liberty has been interested in the arts and writings of poetry ever since her young teen years. She has been introduced to its language and music as a first love, encouraged by her English Lit. teachers, as they taught her the importance and appreciation of its melodies and harmonies in rhythmic song....Liberty says: Writing poetry helps keep her focused on what the Lord has done in her life so far, and in bringing new sights into view as her inner positive energy given form the Holy Spirit while releasing her faith in /god Almighty, she finds victory with her spirit and soul, heart and mind, becoming whole while searching for more of the simple things in life, as she tries to encourage others ... ''Life Is Worth Living!'' |
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Blood-RainI went out on a date; with a boy I met at school,I stayed out until late, which wasn't so cool. He showed me his knife, and said: he'd cut me deep; if I don't become his wife, he'll cause me to bleed! I pleaded for my life, please set me free: as he grabbed me tight; to god I cried my plea. I became numb, as he began his attach; fears and tars welled up deep inside, I couldn't even murmur a sigh! Leaving me for dead, I crawled and I fled, staggering home in such shock, stained with my own lifeblood, thou I felt deeply lost, I couldn't hardly bear to imagine the cost! Mama cried, Daddy cursed; how could it get any worse!!! The battle was son, I fault for my life, hysterectomy caused by the knife, my life was changed in an instant flash, all my hopes and dreams ended in a moments crash! Now, I lay in silence, with a body wrecked with pain, a horrid memory of the traumatic eve darkened with blood-rain! |
Saga RueI no longer condemn this man with the perilous knifewho struck down my life with torment and strife he whose influence controls the vile rife drawing his power essence form satanic ogre life No longer I pray for the gates of hell to open wide swallow this shrewd to its torment inside but for his soul I cry for salvation to unite inside to castaway the harrowing savage he desperately abides No longer shall I fear his revolting rogue prolonging his demonic legions to hover my saga rue as I become a sole maverick in solitude rim spine welcoming isolation inviting comfort of solitaire twine |