Poem: Times

Written by empressjournee

Photo credit: Knuth Waltenberg

There are times I find myself like a song,

Free, gentle, beautifully created, and upbeat:

And there are times, I find myself,

Like a broken record replaying old songs;

of the past mishaps, like a rip torn sheet,


There are times my smile seems, to want go on endlessly,

Then my mouth transform to a despondent disguise;

The seriousness, of your mystical energy, your mystical eyes,

Lighten my load and made me smile:

—Your gentle whisper brings solitude to my heart, all the time.

Empress Journee



About the author


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