Poems from Zelle Moore
It was a tale of two
She was Hip
He was Hop
They met in a frequency
That no other knew of
At a pace so fast
That they left others behind...
This is to the vulnerable ones
The strong, but unfortunate ones
The ones constantly in a fight
That ain’t getting away
Today or Tonight
To...
For those who've punched you
And knocked you down
Watch you rise
Without a sound
For those who said that you’re not great
Walk out
With a...
What is love? Is the beating of your heart, or the falling of your soul? The softness of your hair; a token at a toll? Can it satisfy...
How was I supposed to know
It would come to this?
How could I have known
It was blinded bliss?
There was no way possible
To see this...