Strange how we decorate our pain with peonies and our suffering with daffodils. A bouquet for your sacrifice. And a rose garden for your breaking, beating heart. Tell me when did you realize that pain and beauty were synonymous with forgiveness and love. Take my heart and hold it close to yours. Wrap it in… Continue reading Offer me flowers – A Poem
Category: Poetry
Before you go – poem
Before you go, Tell me where To put my heart. And if you leave Tell me where To put my memories. And if I stay, Tell me how To keep breathing.
A Poem: I buried my wife while hoping for salvation
A poem from Forgiving My Yesteryears. under my other name. Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com I’ve never wanted to feel the hand of God More than when her cancer returned And two years later when her soul left Through her eyes so full of life That was the first time I cried in years I… Continue reading A Poem: I buried my wife while hoping for salvation
I yelled to the old grave man – a poem
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Passing by an old graveyard I yelled to the old man Eerily singing a dead man’s song, “Sing me a song of mirth and cheer.” The old man replied with eerily sigh, “I cannot, I only know songs of death and dismay.” I called again with vigor and resolve, “Sing… Continue reading I yelled to the old grave man – a poem
Coloring my skin with hues
Photo by Steve Johnson on Pexels.com Skin of gold and brown My mother would tell me that my skin was beautiful The perfect shade of brown to paint the world in I rejoiced as any child would when the world needed your color Then I heard it, how my skin was dirty and too dark… Continue reading Coloring my skin with hues
Jona Nightingale 