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Terrica Richards Poem
Burn the night with your yellow shine, fall to my feet with a bleeding heart that begs to exist in my world of fame and fortune. You come and you used and abused my love of truth and expect forgiveness. He who waits for such forgiveness waits in vain for at night’s end he shall fall like burnt out ash in mid December that serves to bring fourth only warmth and comfort. With tear filled eyes I shall sit and watch you fall to the ground where all murders of the heart go. Squeezing and breathing are skills I have picked up along the road side of lusted souls lost to the hands of flying crows who's one mission is to pick your eyes out at the fist chance they get. Fade assure room less homes, crack walls, broken windows and wingless planes fly high and sore like a bird of rested soul. In memory of me who lie in her dug out grave seeing a tiny glimpse of the moon and stars fade.
Copyright © Terrica Richards | Year Posted 2015
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Terrica Richards Poem
The more i think about it the more I wonder
will i die in a deep slumber?, or will the heavens send a angel for me.
will a car come from around the corner and hit me
will a robber stick me up at gun point......will he squeeze the trigger and will the bullet land in my skull and then i die
will i die of cancer or some unknown bacteria
will i die of an heart attack
will i get food poising from my favorite dishes
will i die from a lack of sleep
will i die at the hands of mercy
or at the hand the hands of my greatest enemy
will i be pushed from a tall mountain peek
oh how frustrating will i die not knowing how i will die
should i treat this question as a rhetorical question
oh how will i die urggggggggggg!!!!!!!!!!
Copyright © Terrica Richards | Year Posted 2015
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Terrica Richards Poem
If I got down on one knee and pulled out my ring box and asked "will you marry me?" would you say yes or would you think I’m stupid?
Still on my knees holding that ring box pouring out my heart why I want you to say yes. I see your brown eyes twinkle and my heart flutters fast I began to shake like a leaf waiting to fall.
Your thoughts I can’t read your silence I can’t stand. It’s deafening you see and it also taunts me how long must I be on my bending knee holding this ring box with tears in my eyes.
At the point of giving up you lift me up and kissed me dearly and then you went down on your knees. Pulled out your own ring box and said "baby will you marry me" listening to you with tears in my eyes i whispered "yes my honey dew, yes I will marry you
Copyright © Terrica Richards | Year Posted 2015
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If loving you too much is too much I don’t want it to be less. The words part from my lips like dew on a sunny morning or fogs lifting from the back of the mountain horizon. The spring forms a fresh body of water to cloth its self we form a love union which connects us with the universe.
The moon rest in the sky and sheds light on us as we entwine in the twilight of love. The words that are said send a cold chill down my spine. I feel your grip on my waste and I curl to your body and cling tightly to you never to let go. The right choice is to be with you the wrong one is that it wasn’t sooner my thoughts are linked to yours and my heart beats only for you. I ask the heavens to hold us and keep us safe. I love you too much and as day turns to night and dusk till dawn that’s still not enough.
Copyright © Terrica Richards | Year Posted 2015
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She searches the closets door to door trying to find a trace or a hint of something that is or that was of her life. All she found was cobwebs of dreams shattered and gone invisible by the hands of time. Broken is her heart, the tears runs greedily down her face so out worn by age that keeps creeping upon her beauty.
The love of Winters Cold came upon her and froze the cells that kept her fortress it became weak and vulnerable to its smiles of sweet honey and tender touch of cold lies that he aimed to comfort her. Her heart gave in to it curved adhere to every demand that was made. He hastily spoke 'marry me' and she foolishly agreed.
Before times end Winter's Cold had vanished with her fortune. All she had left was an empty account of life and heart sadness. What was left could hardly be touched by one who saw and wanted to help. her fortress was gone, her feelings shattered. crying was the only comfort her tears were fresh and she ached in and out. Where in gods name could she look again for her life. Impossible she muttered, impossible she wrote.
She was a living dead walking among the live souls. Her image broken, lost and torn. What point was there to living. Give me a reason she asked none came to her. Walking slowly she took the long twisted grip of death tied it into a beautiful knot prayed to god wrote and signed her name to a letter written to winters cold. With last bit of energy left in her she took that slender neck of hers and placed it in the knot closed her eyes and jumped off the balcony. The letter to Winter's Cold blew violently in the wind whispering "WINTER'S COLD YOU'VE KILLED ME, SLEEP WATCHFULLY MY BELOVED ONE FOR ON NIGHTS EVE COLD AND GUSTY I WILL AVENGE MY LOVE AND FIT THE BROKEN PIECES OF MY LIFE.
Copyright © Terrica Richards | Year Posted 2015
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Terrica Richards Poem
If I could see your tomorrow I would fill the empty void that steeps so deeply within me, that rustles and tussles inside my naked being. I would know exactly what to do to brighten your day and put a comforting smile on your face that would make you stay.
If I could see your tomorrow I would erase all the bad things that would happen to you and place luck in your path. I would be the flame to your candle and spirit to your soul. I would take joy in being your own personal protector.
If I could see your tomorrow I would lay down my lives worth dreams at your feet and profess everlasting love to you. If I could see your tomorrow I would present unto you my secrets and my faults. I would place them all on a silver platter with roses and sweet essence sprinkled all over. If I could see your tomorrow it would be a dream come through.
Copyright © Terrica Richards | Year Posted 2015
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Terrica Richards Poem
My grandma had a red gem; it was her most prized possession. When she looked at it you could see her bright eyes shining inside that gem. She was poor but that gem made her rich for it belonged to her. The gem and my grandma glowed together she kept in a silver gift box so no harm could come of it.
My grandma had a red gem; she told us stories as how she came to having that red gem. Our great grandfather was a fisher man, one day he dived deep into ocean and parted the sand and up came the gem. He loved the gem too for it reminded him of my grandma, so he gave it to her and she promised to keep it forever.
My grandma had a red gem; it was her most prized possession. She promised to give it to me but I smiled for I knew it didn’t belong to me. That gem had her heart it was a shoulder she could cry on and a friend she could talk to. It didn’t belong to me it belonged to grandma.
My grandma had a red gem; on her death bed she sent for her red gem. She rubbed and kissed it then she closed her eyes. The red gem fell from her hands I caught it just in time. I connected the red gem to a necklace and at the funeral I placed the red gem around her neck for it was her most prized possession. She will now be in paradise with her red gem telling everyone the kind and funny stories of that red gem.
Copyright © Terrica Richards | Year Posted 2015
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Terrica Richards Poem
Whisper of silence drowns the air,
you stand in the distance as a guiding light
to my broken vessel
let’s look upon the midnight stars
and embrace the magic that floats high above.
Touch me at that spot that makes me close my eyes
and say all the oohs and ahhs
Let’s talk without speaking
let’s make love without motion
let’s look without sights at our given future.
Let us forget him and her that was
And embrace us that is now
your secretes are mine
your thoughts, your fears
your dreams and love as is mine
Make me breathless with your presence
and motionless with your touch
Look me in the eyes without speaking and say I love you
And for the rest of the night let’s just sit together in silence.
Copyright © Terrica Richards | Year Posted 2015
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Terrica Richards Poem
I am nobody's favorite,
I plea and beg, I am not a favorite daughter to a mother or a father,
I am nobody's favorite.
I am nobody's favorite,
I watch the favorites be favored,
I am not a favorite niece to an aunt or an uncle,
I am nobody's favorite.
I am nobody's favorite,
I whisper a plea, I am not a favorite little sister to a big brother or a big sister,
I am nobody's favorite.
I am nobody's favorite,
i wish to the stars, I am nobody's favorite,
I am not favored I wish to the stars, I wish to the moon that i could be somebody's favorite,
But in reality I am nobody's favorite.
Copyright © Terrica Richards | Year Posted 2015
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Terrica Richards Poem
I am flying on the flight of his wings, into the sky going wherever the wind takes us. We fly wing by wing looking at the face of each other to see who will finish the race.
Thinking of what it would be like to reach the end of the free flight.
Oh the wonders that awaits us in the land of hope and the free flightier. I fly thinking how much I’m in love with him knowing how nervous my heart is.
I wonder does he feel the same way about me but as he looks at me and smile all the doubt just drift away.I am lucky to be in the deep blue sky with my beloved, flying with him fills that empty void that I have inside of me. I love flying into the midst of the free flightier.
Copyright © Terrica Richards | Year Posted 2015
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