My King—standing strong
Brave—the image of the Universe
Sculpt like a rare marble stone
Brave—he calls me his love,
Kiss my feet, my eyes, my body
like the thundering storm
Kiss the earth and I bloom
Many flower of various colors
At the sprinkles of its showers,
I welcome His presence
My King—standing strong
Brave—the image of the Universe
in silence he caresses, loves every
Part of me with passion and I
Love HIM tenderly
Brave–the image of the Universe
The image of the living God,
My King.
.
Empress M.
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About the author
empressjournee
This bio will be short. I am a graduate of Medgar Evers College. Mother of three and grandmother. I love to read and write poetry.
To those who have been a great support in reading my website and those who just came across this poetry this will be the ending of my poetic journey for now. I hope there will be a new chapter in my life that will be a success and inspired people to be far better in their thoughts, words and deeds. I am working on myself and it’s been hard.... yet I am getting there. When I began my poetry, I felt so deeply inspired. Now when I write I just write (feeling burned out of all that has occurred and is occurring) and I am feeling as if my poetry isn’t moving in the manner that I feel it should because I have not place myself in a position to be active reading my poetry at live venues for my own personal reason. I wanted to thank those who took the time to read my poetry especially my love ones. Thank you for being on the journey with me. Peace and blessings.
Empress Journee