haiku

Up early tappingat keys shaping memoriesof you in a poem©️wbooker2024#Haiku#haikupoetry#haikusaturday

broken lantern

🌟Lost,losing,longing, lone,lots of tears, last,lonely, long way offLeft out, left alone, lonesomeLantern with fractured light, crackedIMiss Mom ©️wbooker2023

wings of the wind

over the moon

Moon race To outer space Heats up the international pace. Russia, China, and the USA, epic battle over space place today, as countries face-off interlaced. to make the case the moon belongs to only one head of state! I now debate, and articulate, this notion is fake! India rightfully rises to first place. Landing softly

notice

When thoughts are heavy, kneeling is a heavy burden, crying is a burdensome task, weighted circumstances press from all sides until your offsides. On the wrong side, of goodness and yet in the swirling chaos, You notice a star Peeking through the darkness ©️ willeenabooker2023

the grind

the daily grind is real. for real, you hear me? the constant friction of mind against matter, the twisting-turning round of humans on this planet path we call Earth. New day, same shift. If you find your always on the hustle, always on the go, out their saving the world one poem at a time,

trial of patience

The saying is so very truewhen it rains it pours.Also what can go wrong will in fact go wrong.I have learned that if you think a certain problem can not fallat your doorstep,think again. My momma says keep living, keep waking up, and that you aint seen nothing yet! The good book reads that the”

Sarah’s Poem

Courage It is that thing you grasp for When the sail slips From the mangled mass, As the bottom gives out, when walls give way and the anchor is wrenched loose from bloodied calloused hands. It tumbles deep down below. At the heart of what’s left, is shining drenched in sunbeams, Tethered to the horizon.

trench

Will you light a candle and bless the darkness, vigil vowed on distant shores. Poppy, placed pedals at the forefront of remembrance, of a time, we studied war no more. standing hope hungered, we kept watch in the trenches as our fathers did before freedom unfurled its first of fury finally, peace was restored                    

poor earth, rich mother

pocket poor & rich beyond measure love dismantled doors of poverty a praying mother toiled fields to feed her children, shifted generations & now her children’s children sit round the oval oak merry & full pondering days of the bruised heel #mother #ekphrasticpoem ©willeenabooker2023