Category: poems

I often wonder where this journey is taking me…
I have so many distant memories…
And I truly miss the unity of family…
Since birth, I’ve been acquainted with sacrificing…
I just pray I discover, and fulfill my destiny!!!
-Trey Hill

Of the angels I clipped her wings.
I lured her away from cloud
She and I encased in a bubble
on the crescent moon
where we cuddled.
Every kiss an equal reaction,
an exchange
of energies
so familiar…

Yet and still brand new…

This was us in the Garden of Eden
indulging in the forbidden fruit.
Judgment day would find us,
we’d have to answer
for our transgressions.
Bow before the king of kings.
Ask for his grace and mercy.
Lord knows if I could
I’d do it
all over

Nursing beer and troubles on my porch
with this corncob packed and lit,
when a rumble of thunder
in the southern summer
gives my thoughts a short respite.
Rain drips from the eaves
to the floor, where it leaves
soft patters like tapping fingers.
Breeze picks up, snuffs my match;
now in darkness I watch
eerie lights start to circle and linger.
Green will o’ the wisps
why’d you come out tonight
to flirt beneath such stormy skies?
If you still pursue love
flouting death from above,
well, then no complaints have I.

Staring through a reflection of regret and broken dreams , desire is a spark flickering. It used to be a raging fire ; a conduit of energy. Between these pages I sought refuge, A sanctuary where my essence roamed freely, like wild horses in the Pryor Mountains of Montana. Nowadays I’m tethered to a ball and chain , boxed in. No date for release. No reason for relief.

Your words hit me like a bullet, but your hands felt even more piercing every time you struck me
You shouted “worthless” more than anytime you had called me beautiful
You turned into the person you promised you’d never become
I stayed
I believed I saw flowers growing through the cracks of your concrete heart
But you never watered them
You never let them bloom

Happiness should not be defined or generalized. What does it really mean? He walks in with a gleam and lightness. She is by his side, the one he said changed his perspective. Made him want to be a husband, racing to give up the title of a bachelor, a womanizer. No longer does he desire the flesh. Like a victim identifying an unsub from behind the one way mirror. He align them mentally, which one does he require tonight? The seducer or the one full of mystery? Now when he imagines, all he sees is one unimaginable beauty. It didn’t take much for him to change. Must of been her grace and her transparency, the way she cares. A natural giver, whatever she has is his. Nothing too good for the taking. A life of love and total bliss. Together they must grow. Like a sword to a shield they will triumph. Unstoppable in their own right, but together, better, the results amplified with that of each other.

When you’re here, I hate the thought of you leaving.
When you’re gone I ponder on the moment of your return.
Too early for commitment but a promise can be given.
Every look into your eyes, every kiss upon your lips, every hug u give me makes me melt like, I’m starting to drip.
You’re here for a reason.
Too soon to call it but I know it’s longer than a season.
They say everything happens for a specific reason
…or Purpose.

You give energy at my lowest level to fuel me up on something special.
I’m awake with you.
You said you’re leaving soon…
Then I’ll wait for you!

I pinch myself in preparation

Roses bloom as the sword

Makes his drag.
It’s a war she lives in

The blue tile of her bathroom floor
Their battleground.

She trembles as she enters the arena

A loss was all she ever won.

Dear Southern Gals

Savannah – oh honey

You beautiful Belle

Your locks long and loose

And silver as well

Muted mementos of

Suffering of pain

Of tears you have wept

Long rivers of rain


Georgia – oh honey

You dear southern Belle

Your story is cruel

And shameful as well

Your tresses have witnessed

In somber green gray

The heartbreak the pain

The ship of that day


Oh Savannah oh Georgia

You dear Southern Belles

We hear you forever

Plead guilty as well

Now savour your beauty

The new dawn can’t wait

Start combing your hair

It’s time for a braid

Nicole de Jager April 2018


The words came


Heart or hope.

You see,


Is here.

I smiled



Only once.


As your





As I watched

You drift


To dream.


In light




Partly drawn

You lay


That sofa

Old, soft


In gentle



I smiled




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