POP-Star Poetry
 

How do your like your eggs This hazy Sunday morning? The hours lost in the folds Of faded green cotton Counting the lines depths In your...

We fall in love every time she comes to town, which isn’t often, just enough to hold hands for the first time once again, smile and...

In the morning just as the first peek of sun squeezes through the blinds you are still here a little spoon curled into me smiling making...

Through the seasons of life, life changes, Weave's catastrophe, wounds conceived And yet we face them with perseverance and resilience...

I was sitting by mama, as we traveled a deserted country road The scent of fresh spring air, an azure blue sky to behold The car window...

-LoraLee-©️10/5/2023 The moon, she weeps a silv'ry tear, For tales of love that she holds dear. Yet in her glow, there's hope, not fear,...

With the dawn comes the sun the moonlight paves way to light up another day, which men shall never know lone for those who tread not the...

for Bob & Nico in Paris, 1964 This time I will name you Boaz I will cleave you from my head and ripen you in my womb I will address you...

Pure mist with fair drops fell to soothe the tapestry lush green. Your golden voice mesmerise and appeal, descending joyfully in dyllic...

The Lock Bow And Pendant Today I came across your pendant That I gifted you on a silver chain It is my most beautiful memory I have of...

We were launched in a time of supernatural splendor. We traveled distances measured in light. We were new invaders. We didn’t bear much...