Category: streets

Short Thought: Self Worth

by Esha Montgomery, posted in best, connection, Esha Montgomery, life, people, poem, poetry, respect, short, short poem, streets, Uncategorized, ways, Worth

Photo by Ondosan Sinaga on Pexels.com When people don't value you. It's best to remove yourself from their life. Respect is a two way street. Reciprocity matters more than a connection that reduces your self worth. Love always, Esha ❤

Rider: Stormy Weather

by Esha Montgomery, posted in believe, break, Fall, fight, fighting, Hunger pains, nothing, pain, Sister, storms, streets, tear, tears, teary eyed, thunder, Uncategorized

Photo by Andre Furtado on Pexels.com Will you still believe? When the cracks in the sidewalk break up the street? When salty tears fall like acidic rain? Fighting through the rumbling of stomach pain. I'm just curious... When the thunder strikes and things aren't right? Will you be there? Bordering on the edge of nothingness … Continue reading Rider: Stormy Weather

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Barbershop Visit

by Esha Montgomery, posted in closeness, day, friends, good, hair, love, mind, mist, streets, visit

    This is a poem from my book Perseverance of the Human Spirit. It's available on Amazon for purchase and Kindle Unlimited.    Barbershop Visit love is on his mind he gotta look good office work or chilling in the hood prayers lie on his shoulders dreams of fulfilling prophecy sit in rest around … Continue reading Barbershop Visit

Crescendo

by Esha Montgomery, posted in Esha Montgomery, Eshadapoet, freestyle poetry, Lovers, moon, poem, poetry, streets, sweet, Talk

Photo by Joonas ku00e4u00e4riu00e4inen on Pexels.com Crescendo You send me over the ebb Of the Swiss cheese moon When you talk sweet Sparkling eyes... meet Moving feet As we walk, clasped hands Across the disjointed street It's a joyful feeling When kindred lovers meet Your energy is a symphony's crescendo to me   Love always, … Continue reading Crescendo

Life Blood 

by Esha Montgomery, posted in bailed, blood, business, city, eat, Eshadapoet, freestyle poetry, hustle, inside, no man's land, pay, poem, poetry, politicians, poor, rodents, sand, streets, Uncategorized

  strolling through no man's land to get yesterday's trash to the garbage man too much on my mind -it's hard to think clearly city rodents the size of house cats scurry with fear when they hear me   perplexed faces marked by life's flash flood search the entirety of my frame through double pane … Continue reading Life Blood