Series of Poems By Destiny Henry
Photo credit : Jazmin Quaynor
Poem #1
Mistletoe hangs in every corner of the house.
A new winter fresh
A new nouveau riche coming from his semi-conductor job.
He came across billows of diamonds stretched out on his route.
A biracial genteel new to the Norman high life.
He brings his modernized mite to cultivate a world untouched from his home.
Like a semaphore he’s here to stay.
The genesis has begun. His genesis has begun.
Poem #2
Fall leaves flow around her, her redolent perfume seeping into him making him refection.
It haunts him her hazel eyes piercing through him her smile coyly pulling him in.
Her arms red tape as she embraces him. His exploding heart being contained as the melancholy slashes him as he realizes it all ends.
Everything ends.
This was harder to do struggling to find random words that flow together.
Poem #3-Winter
The cold air breezes through my walls and windows,
Even with the heat blowing from the vents, I’m bundled I am cold.
The sweet smell of Hot Coco hits me I’m torn. Do I leave my cold cocoon to the brief release of the decadent chocolate blanket that awaits me down the hall?
Poem # 4- Time
Time running out. Time is spinning and spinning like a hamster on a wheel.
Surprise there are two hamsters-life and time. You’re running and suddenly- Stop!
You’re thrown off the wheel you’re disorientated and alone. Time has run out and you’re all alone.
Poem #5-Love the Misconception
Warped Smiles. Power. Control. This is what love is made of.
Not sweetness and cute and little puppy dog eyes, No that’s not what love is made of.
Deceit. Lies. Disfunction. That is what love is made of.
At least that is what my father told me.
Poem #6 -Birds
Breeze flows through my hair. The clouds are big and puffy.
Podcasts hum in the background and children play outside.
I drift higher and higher as the cool air touches me reaching towards the sky.
A bird passes me and I realize I am flying.