Christina Jackson

Christina Jackson Jan 2013

Doomed

Am I doomed?
Doomed to never find love.
I could spend a 100 years writing about it,
every day I walk this earth.
Am I so broken?
That love is confused
and the arrow of Eros has evaded me once more.
Will it ever find me?
I stopped looking long ago.
Afraid of what I might find,
that misery loves company.
© 2013 Christina Jackson

Christina Jackson Dec 2012

Lunch

Why do you make me cry?
Hidden between bread and
four turkey slices.
Hold's a delight so wonderful,
I can't describe.
Some bitter, some sweet.
Oh they're sure a treat to eat.
Red, White, Vidalia sweet.
My tummy screams, heartburn,
it begins. Prilosec OTC, not again.
Those **** onions, they always win.
© 2012 Christina Jackson

lol @ this poem, sorry for the corniness of this! Had to throw in a funny one.

Christina Jackson Dec 2012

perception

Your lips, speaking in tongues.
I can't understand; this battle
you've won.
© 2012 Christina Jackson

Christina Jackson Dec 2012

Little Annoyances

Twas the night, the night
I could not sleep, through
thy gentle eye, my iris's
would peek, and sing
a lovely song, that puts me to sleep.
A melody so charming, I think
It's time I dream, of all those
sheep, and they dance about
my head; 98..97..96....almost to bed.
Those persnickety little voices, just wont
hush up, it seems I can't find
the mute button.
Just my luck
© 2012 Christina Jackson

Christina Jackson Dec 2012

Words that rhyme with 'days'

My heart's ablaze
I'm so amazed
cluttered in clichés
in a daze
I'm dismayed
too many long driveways
Life's fortes
as we graze
upon the gaze
in a haze of haze
trapped inside this maze
our voices phase
into the next of days
Oh did we raise
with utter rephrase
glancing sideways
into stairways
how I hate your ways
as much as I hate causeways
too much decay
along the edgeways
inside the hallways
roadways
screenplays
my heart strays
on into Sundays
and Tuesdays
I hate the weekdays
they're gateways
into other days.
© 2012 Christina Jackson

Pardon this poem for not making much sense, practicing wordplay. I chose a particular word, such as the one used here, "days", and use any word that rhymes hereafter. You can choose to continue until you can rhyme no more, or add in another word and keep it rolling. Like I said, it's only for practice. I highly recommend using this website http://www.rhymer.com/index.html when you do these exercises.

Christina Jackson Dec 2012

Old days

Here in these meadows we lay,
beneath those orange crush flavored rays.
We sip our life away, through
these straw scattered days.
I cannot play this game, searching
the clouds for a picturesque
painting, we gaze.
All the while not knowing
what terror did reign,
beyond our backyards
and front porches, those days
were much simpler, in so many ways.
Not a wish could take me back, but
I really do think, that I'm okay with that.
© 2012 Christina Jackson

Christina Jackson Dec 2012

Untitled.

Love like a barren field
Trapped beneath these thorns revealed.
the pitter! the patter!
of life's day matters.
Our love fueled embers
burned fast as night's grand
light show, soon began.
You take and you take
But I cannot, will not cry!
Clothes torn and tattered, like rust
gently blanketing the currents in your eyes.
Viciously swaying
back
and
fourth
searching for premise.
Oh but they shine!
As thick the sunny rays.
I once thought our love,
filled out those empty days.
Lustful as it was, you
were the one I thought would stay.
This clock wound tight,
ticks backwards
as hour upon hour
turns to night.
This madness
Swells inside my chest.
Won't you just take it!
Just take it and rest!
© 2012 Christina Jackson