Category: Poems

Elemental by Tosha Michellle

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The rip current consumes me.

Dragging me under in a rage,

I struggle against the tide.

Battling the demons of a water drenched mind.

Caught in a vortex of time,

Sun and dry land mock me.

I refuse to be destroyed by the elements.

My arms reach out to the trees.

Their branches sway toward me

But it’s not enough.

In desperation I turn to the earth.

The substance of life,

Hatred and failure taunt me.

With bloody hands and bruise knuckles.

I dig through a wasteland of hopelessness.

Wondering why God has forsaken me.

As the ground beneath continues to break,

I’m free falling into the labyrinth of chaos,

And underworld of isolation,

Night falls.

I lift my head to cry out.

Suddenly overcome by the beauty and magnitude of the stars.

I’m consumed by the will to live and be…

The struggle only amplifies my resolve.

Solace and hope are elemental.

An alive in me.

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Nothing

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  •  Nothing

    by Tosha Michelle.
    Narcissism is the new black.
    Self absorption the latest trend.
    Shallow and superficial
    Walk down a runway of banality.
    While it’s “All About Me” plays in the background.
    Accessorized by a callous disregard.
    Dressed up in a pretty package.
    With nothing underneath.
    Hollow and empty
    A model of vapidness.
    The latest in fashion is only skin deep.    Maybe..one day…unselfishness and humanity will be in vogue again.
    Until then, did you see the latest picture of me?
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Wrecked Head.

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Wrecked Head.
by Tosha Michelle.

Some days I am lucid and full of wisdom
But then there are those days when my mind
Is invaded by hoarders, the clutter
Littering my brain
In these times, I am at lost as to where to begin
There’s no filtering my thoughts.
My mind is in overdrive.
Like a hyper active teen strung out on meth.
My eyes glazed over, lost in a surreal dream.
A million thoughts float around me.
I try to grasp just one.
But they’re are elusive,
Just beyond my reach.
All I can do is wait.
For gravity and clarity to kick back in.

 

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Lost

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Lost in an endless wasteland of insipidness.

Not knowing who to trust.

Groping around in the darkness.

Seeking light and renewal.

Lost with no direction.

With no compass to guide me.

Lost in my thoughts,

A labyrinth of confusion

Lost in the past, with an uncertain future

What will be my path?

Lost in worry, endless drifting.

With so many decisions still left to be made.

Lost yet not forgotten

Hope‘s flame still burns.

Knowing somehow, someday, the tables will turn.

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Feel the Chemicals Kicking In.

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Sadness creeps up my spine,
Sneaking up covering my eyes.
Taking my breath.
Stealing my serenity.
Melancholy rains down
I try to shake it off
The drops linger.
Peace just beyond my reach.
Floating out in space without me.

 

-Tosha Michelle

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Skin Soaked Madness

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I know it may sound cliche.
But kiss me in the pouring rain.
Draw me near, my dear.
Whisper my name.
As a divine revelation..
Push me up against the wall
Hands in my hair.
Lips and bodies entwined.
As our hearts beat faster.
The pheromones between us
Stealing our air.
Fervor kisses in the rain.
Connecting the place where
Desire and hope meet.
Sending a message from fingertips
To toes, and straight to our souls.
Droplets falling faster.
As we become enraptured.
Stardust kissed illuminations..
Spirits soaring wild and free.
Getting drenched in skin soaked madness.
Basking in the cloud’s teardrops.
Tenderness and passion raining down.

-Tosha Michelle

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Letting Go

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Letting Go

Autumn leaves falling off tall stately trees.
Dancing embers in transition, falling
Creating dust like gold full of somber wonders.
The tree has learned the art of letting go.
It is not afraid to stand alone, its branches bare.
It knows and accepts life’s rhythm;
Birds leaving their nest,
Flying away into abstract blue,
Singing their haunting freedom song, like
Psalms of divine inspiration,
They too know the art of letting go.
The tide effortlessly rolling out to sea,
As it caresses the ocean one last time, with its
Crashing waves kissing the sand
Leaving only its foam and
A majestic roar in their wake, as
Nature takes her course,
Mother Earth teaches us the art of letting go.

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Mr. Elite

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Mr. Elite

By Tosha Michelle

Mr. Elite with a rose in his lapel,

Wearing a condescending smile,.

A mask of civility and refinement,

Underneath he is repelled.

A girl in a vintage dress, demure and shy,

Humble visage, wanting only to impress.

A heartfelt smile, a beguiling  sigh.

She briefly catches his eye.

Her apprehended affections,

Cast aside like bad tasting wine.

 Mr. Elite with the rose in his lapel.

Slowly watched as the flower fell.

And upon descending left a black spot

a permanent mark.

The proud flower,

in all its bold and illustrious wonder.

The sheen of propriety.  Gone.

Tarnish by a callous disregard.

Mr. Elite for a second wavered in his shallow ways.

But for  the girl the rose had lost it luster.

Stay

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Stay with me
And sit awhile
On the porch
In the swing
And sway
With me

Stay with me
Hold my hand.
Sing to me
Tell me stories.

Of magic and pixie dust,
Of wrestling with dragons,
Riding unicorns,
Of a valiant prince, and
The damsel he so loved.
Of Narnia and Elysium,
Far beyond, the looking glass.

Before the Pied Piper plays his tune.

Before the clock strikes midnight,
Before the wolf bares his teeth,
Before the hourglass runs out,
While there’s still time,
To wish upon a star,

Stay with me
And sit awhile.

On the porch

In the swing
And sway.

While upon a time once,
Slowly fades away…

-Tosha Michelle

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Love Song to the South by Tosha Michelle

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This a poem is a work in progress.

Magnolias in bloom
Honeysuckles on the vine.
Basking in the lazy rays.
Of sweet sunshine.
Summers down by the lake.
Drinking strawberry wine.

Night falls
Singing the tune of a Carolina moon.
Dancing in time with fireflies.
Living beam,sparking light.
On a sultry evening that feels so right.

She calls to me.

Riding in an old Ford truck.
Papa at the wheel.
Little girl beside him.
His Junebug filled with love.
Granny with her Irish eyes
Sits on her other side.

Off on a grand adventure.
Either down by the sandy coast.
or high up in the Smokies.
Either way, it does not matter.
Sure to see the beautiful things.
Simple and lovely.
Palmettos trees, seagulls flapping, waves crashing.
Tall majestic peaks, vistas of blue and green.
These are the moments to keep.

She calls to me.

Lying on a blanket.
Staring at the clouds.
Daffodils swaying in the breeze
Bumblebees buzz around,.
Braves game on the radio
Cheering with the crowd.

Sunday go to meeting.
Singing In the Sweet Bye and Bye
Granny cut a hickory if you get out of line.
Dinner on the table
Chicken fried.
Collard greens and maters..
Dessert? Well. Maybe later.

She calls to me.

A chill in the air
Leaves falling to the ground
College football, becomes the reason.
Carolina or Clemson
Who will win the season?

Sitting on the porch swing.
Guitar making a country sound.
Feet tapping Hands clapping..
Drinking sweet tea
Life in a southern town.

She calls to me.

Mistletoe and holly
Aunts and uncles surround.
Grandpa is feeling jolly.
Gifts are passed around.
Heads bowed, hands clasped.
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound.
Pass the turkey and gravy
Peace and love abound.

That soulful spiritual tune.
One of old mixed with the new.
Kinship and friendship.
Love and war;
Heartache and hate.
Renewal and Survival
A bitter sweet revival.
A prayer, a curse,
Sweet rhyme and verse.

She calls to me.

 

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