Category: city
-
Wait
Why can’t things be as simpleAs we planFragile, porcelain love slipping out of nimble handsBlood orange drinks start flowingFrom eroding dreams Differences with family, goals and values come into playHow many dates?How many credit card swipes?How many kisses and near misses?Before sex goes from a gift to a given? A missile ready to explode on…
-
Missing
He’s missing again NO calls NO text Only emptiness Hangs in the void He’s been MIA Since he was a little boy Days turned to nights And nights turned to days Weeks at a time combined into months Months turned into years Sometimes, I would look for him In the highways and byways Of cities…
-
What you know about that Michigan?
What you know about that Michigan? Take me to the waterAlongside the pierWhere I can see the city lightsNo need to worryNo room to fightJust the feel of ripplesHitting the fingertipsOf my willing handThe glow of the unknownDances off my skinI am hopefulMy heart prays for new dreams againThe darkness goes on for milesBut my…
-
Stealing Time
Stealing Time The pungent smell of burning candle wax brought us here. We were once caught up with the distractions of bustling city life. But at long last our intentions have aligned. Today we steal the night… Love always, Esha <3
-
Rendezvous
Rendezvous In a wine colored, brick building Off 54th and Drexel Down the street from the chicken shack Is where it all began We were looking for love In the city of sin A flash flood ran through as he came in As promises hung over the starry sky We locked eyes and…
-
Pigeon
Pigeon At 7 am you are the resting pigeon on a skyscraper overlooking a city decorated in false narratives reflecting sunlight off of spotless windows that hide dirt inside. Love always, Esha <3
-
Chicago Tourist
Chicago Tourist roof top views from sky scrapers leave unfamiliar eyes speechless the faces of tourists shine with excitement and wonder radiant rays bright enough to take you down under airplanes hoover over head we stare at them from foggy openings in the smog covered sky we watch trains blow smoke as they pass by…
-
Hometown
Last year, I wrote this poem when Nipsey Hussle died. During that time, I was looking for answers. In many ways, I still am… So many people are affected by gun violence. I have been meaning to talk about this but the pain can be hard to put into words sometimes. Hometown another good…
You must be logged in to post a comment.