Poems from DajaniqueSykes

I have a passion for poetry and I plan on showing it.
Give it a Press
The matted carpet on my head Wreaks of oils and creams It shrinks up like a dried raisin in the sun And festers like a pus-filled boil  ...
The Negative Nine
Nine months long Nine months too strong Nine months to lay  Nine months away The glaring eyes stare upon 6 of 9 months appearing buldged...
Bucolic
The smell of honeysuckle budding  The view of a once lively countryside now abandoned  The sounds of young children laughter that once...
Elysian
Celestial tears plague my eyes The heart of  a mad woman drives my cries To look upon a sunny day and hope to be blown away Only the moon...
Crying Hope
My tears run dry As I look over the valley of hope All I see is Death & Misery With bullets flying by The sound of unheard cries The...