You rose on fear and hollow pride,
they cheered, too blind to see.
But lies don’t last,
and soon they’ll know—
you were never meant to lead.
By me.
#inauguration #poem #poetry
You rose on fear and hollow pride,
they cheered, too blind to see.
But lies don’t last,
and soon they’ll know—
you were never meant to lead.
By me.
#inauguration #poem #poetry
afraid of her voice, her strength.
And now, a felon holds the pen,
signing away what little trust remains.
Bars couldn’t cage ambition,
but your fear built his throne.
A future lost,
because you couldn’t call her leader.
A poem by me
#poet #poetry #president
afraid of her voice, her strength.
And now, a felon holds the pen,
signing away what little trust remains.
Bars couldn’t cage ambition,
but your fear built his throne.
A future lost,
because you couldn’t call her leader.
A poem by me
#poet #poetry #president
a rage that turns skies to ash and amber.
Homes become memories,
trees become ghosts,
and the earth itself seems to cry.
Yet in the smoke, hands reach out—
strangers becoming saviors,
hope burning brighter
than the flames ever could.
love to #losangeles
a rage that turns skies to ash and amber.
Homes become memories,
trees become ghosts,
and the earth itself seems to cry.
Yet in the smoke, hands reach out—
strangers becoming saviors,
hope burning brighter
than the flames ever could.
love to #losangeles
Christmas feels like a quiet breath,
soft lights, warm hands, and fleeting rest.
A moment stitched with love and gold,
in a world that feels so sharp and cold.
By me.
#poem
#poetry
#christmas
Christmas feels like a quiet breath,
soft lights, warm hands, and fleeting rest.
A moment stitched with love and gold,
in a world that feels so sharp and cold.
By me.
#poem
#poetry
#christmas
The face on the stage wears the crown,
but the hand in the shadows pulls the strings.
A billionaire’s whisper,
more powerful than the people’s voice.
We vote for the mask,
but the money runs the show—
a nation steered by those
we never chose.
By me.
#poetry #poet #poem
You wear the mask of honor well,
But the truth is yours to sell.
Promising greatness, spinning lies,
While the world crumbles beneath your guise.
No legacy, no glory stays—
Just empty words and shallow praise.
Not a hero, not a name,
Unworthy of the song or fame.
By me.
You wear the mask of honor well,
But the truth is yours to sell.
Promising greatness, spinning lies,
While the world crumbles beneath your guise.
No legacy, no glory stays—
Just empty words and shallow praise.
Not a hero, not a name,
Unworthy of the song or fame.
By me.
I packed my bags to see my home,
Left the place where we had grown.
I flew across the sky,
You found comfort in a lie.
Had my doubts, spoke my fears,
You swore I was the problem here.
Made me feel I’d lost my mind,
While you’re the one that left our love behind.
By me. 😊
I packed my bags to see my home,
Left the place where we had grown.
I flew across the sky,
You found comfort in a lie.
Had my doubts, spoke my fears,
You swore I was the problem here.
Made me feel I’d lost my mind,
While you’re the one that left our love behind.
By me. 😊
Friendship is an unconscious decision,
made in the space between laughter
and understanding.
A stranger becomes a keeper of stories,
and then you realize,
I’d like them to stay.
By me.
#poetry #poem #friendship
Friendship is an unconscious decision,
made in the space between laughter
and understanding.
A stranger becomes a keeper of stories,
and then you realize,
I’d like them to stay.
By me.
#poetry #poem #friendship