"lynn" poems
The day came when my pen no longer
Wrote your name
Freedom
Comes in many forms
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 8:55 AM UTC
How deadly is the sight of the flying witch,
she's mighty and flawless, her name is Lynn
elegant and graceful in her broom she'll go,
All of her victims had that exact same thought.
She seizes you with kind words
and for your soul offers you gold.
With her, you enjoy flying,
for you trust you won't fall.
Once in her cave, she speaks with friendly words
she fills your belly and fabricates a loving home,
It's hard to see her as from the underworld
It's hard to see what's about to come.
Before you realize she attempts to take control,
eating the brains of whom you call your own.
She's yelling and screaming, how putrid is her soul.
The witch is evil, but no one cares of what you know.
Now down the stairs she complacently goes,
raises an eyebrow, it's diabolical, it's smug
she then smiles to her husband, a mere puppet of hers
Satan is that woman, the witch who yells.
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 4:14 PM UTC
Get up out that bed
Slip out that depression
Everyday you wake up is a blessing
Life ain't over
Pick your head up smile
Get it together
Sitting around miserable
Ain't gone make it no better
Tuff times don't last
they only make you better
Life ain't over it
So he cheated on you?
Your friends turned they backs on you ?
Life ain't over
Social media got you tripping
Like you ain't worth ****
But in reality
The ones stunting
Be broke as ****
Life ain't over
The world is changing
You just now seeing the facts
Life ain't over
Ain't no app to get it back
You was put here for a reason
They only here for a season
Life ain't over
Make a deference today
Life ain't over
**** how they see it
do it your way
Life ain't over
You keep your eyes on the prize
But give God the praises
He's with you at all times
Even when life throws you mazes
Life ain't over
-Lynn Browning
Lynn Browning ©
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
The girl i liked
she's the one with eyes starry
like the night sky
a mouth red and cherry-like
her smile
is the springtime rain
that gently awakens hundreds
of flowers
i don't know when exactly
i fell in love with her
the love germinated
perhaps concealed in the bashfulness
during high school
i knew it's love
when her head's on her desk
glasses on one side and sleepy-eyed
i couldn't help but take one more glance
my love for her
was hidden in a piece of eraser
in her little piece of bread
the feeling of liking her
is when i remember her smile
either with friends or alone
it is also after we parted ways
the feeling of missing her
couldn't forget and couldn't let go
she appears in my dream
running to me
the girl i liked
her name is so special
i still hope i can meet her
even if it's just one time
i will no longer hide
my love
i hope the thread of fate
pulls us together
love essentially
is the miracle of destiny
the girl i liked so much
her name contains neon and beverage
it's been inscribed here
since forever.
Jun 16, 2022
Jun 16, 2022 at 5:01 AM UTC
The Man in Black
The Silver Fox
Brad Paisley shows
That Country Rocks
Western's gone
But Country's not
Remember those
Who time's forgot
From Red Georgia Clay
To the Tennessee Hills
From Kentucky Blue Grass
I still get the chills
When the music goes through me
It's a feeling so strong
That can only be born
From an old country song
Loretta Lynn
Dottie West
Patsy Cline
They were the best
Old time country
Tennessee tunes
Mountain Bluegrass
My favorite tunes
From Red Georgia Clay
To the Tennessee Hills
From Kentucky Blue Grass
I still get the chills
When the music goes through me
It's a feeling so strong
That can only be born
From an old country song
The singers change
The tunes do not
They still sing the music
That others forgot
Williams and Jones
Acuff and Dickens
Old Buck and Roy
Still Pickin' and grinnin
From Red Georgia Clay
To the Tennessee Hills
From Kentucky Blue Grass
I still get the chills
When the music goes through me
It's a feeling so strong
That can only be born
From an old country song
Aug 26, 2012
Aug 26, 2012 at 11:19 AM UTC
Some people think that as an
Adult
I can be a tad rough
Rock solid skin
But as a
Child
I was exponentially
Worse
Kicked
Screamed
Cried
Teased
Scratched
A walking terror
My father deemed me
"Crab-Apple Lynn"
The neighbors would
Whisper
Of that horrid five-year-old
Girl
That would push and
Tackle
The boys down the street
And on the night
That I kicked my
Brother's friend in the
Groin
And he tumbled
Down the stairs
Word spread like
Wildfire
That Crab-Apple
Had struck again
Notorious bully
Walking with balled fists
Kicking over Lincoln Logs
Smashing Play-Doh sculptures
Sneezing purposefully
Spewing out green phlegm
And wiping the boogers
On fellow peers
Half-grinning
At their cries
Feared by all
But respect
Was the one thing
The miniature version of
Me
Could not earn
And despite my youth
Despite the over-sized chip on my shoulder
Tiny me
Found a way
To flip around
Turn a leaf
Turn a page
Turn a head
Completely change
Altogether
And suddenly
Crab-Apple disappeared
And Sarah grew in
View
It was as though
Somehow, someway
The little me knew that
Fear is worthless
Oct 10, 2010
Oct 10, 2010 at 9:55 PM UTC
2-29-16
With zoey on my mind
Dedicated to Zoey Maryann Lynn Sowers
She has his cheeks, his nose, his chin
Her hair and ears, she gets from him
We didn’t get to see your first lost tooth
We haven't got to see you shoot hoops
We weren't there for your first scraped knee
We didn’t see your first heartbreak
I know they are there, always by your side
Just wanted you to know, how much we love you
And no matter what our love for you can never die
My niece you are, my niece you''ll be,
From here until eternity. Perhaps that’s when
We will get to see all the beauty, love, and fun
Inside of you, believe, we did try, to be a part
When we stopped getting to see you it tore us all apart
Our hearts, yearn to see your beautiful smile
Our hearts, hurt to hear of you thinking you have a defeat
When I see your face, I glow inside, with pride
Knowing that you are my niece, and what a beautiful person you are
With time, and hope, and prayer perhaps, we will see you soon, in a little while
Wish we coulda see you all dressed up for soccer, with your cleats
Some day we hope we will be able to attend,
To see your face, one day as someone's lucky bride,
We hope that you will always know, somewhere in the deep
You are and always will my first beautiful niece, I will keep
The memories I had, the pictures to show, the bits
We got to witness, and be in your life.
I hear its by your choice, to not speak,
Or look at me. It hurts I wont lie
I'm your Aunt Hope, I always will be
I hope that I am someone you will come to see
as your start the larger part of your journey
This crazy world we live in no doubt, it will be rough
I know though, what you have in you, you are tough
I guess I have to accept that I will just be the one who sits,
Who waits to see if you will ever acknowledge me.
I want you to know that through all this strife.
I am your Aunt, and will be praying.
For you to come through the other side,
Much stronger, even greater, and be able to have pride
In who you are, in what you can be,
in all this world we live in, know in your mind,
Perhaps just in mine, you will always have me,
If you need a shoulder, if you need a friend.
I would forever be there, my love for you is not pretend
My niece, you are, my niece you will be.
And I will wait patiently, and if only , to be
Just a friend, that is fine by me.
For an afterthought, my dear. You are my first niece ZOEY!
Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 12:28 AM UTC
My sisters got to open up their eyes
Be wise and Realize who you laying with
Just don't give out the prize
If he ain't winning it
Blame the men but you
Knew he wasn't ****
When you layed with him
So now you got a baby by him
You was with him
To get a prize
Trying to live
How others fantasize
Second to everyone
You only make em' ***
You thought you was the lucky 1
Don't get caught up in
One night of fun
I mean what do
You expect you show ya self
No respect
Twerking for the gram
That **** don't get you a check
Let me put you In check
You worth more than any
Gold around a ***** neck
I'm telling you this cause I care
I see behind the remy hair
Take off that contour
You was pretty before
Don't sell your self short
Your worth so much more
-Lynn Legend
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
Listening to George Jones.
Or Mel Tillis.
Or Maybe Mickey Gilley.
I'm just a country boy listening to a country song.
Good loving.
Or a good feeling.
I'm just a country boy listening to a country song.
Listening to the original Statler Brothers.
Singing Flowers on the Wall.
Or Marty Robbins singing My Woman, My Woman, My Wife.
There's nothing greater then a good country song.
Whether it's by Johnny Cash.
Or Johnny Paycheck.
Or Roger Miller singing Dang It.
There's just nothing like a good country song.
Sure they reminds you of the blues.
Or the blues reminds you of country.
Either way the message is cleared.
There's nothing like a good country love song.
Throw in some Tammy Wynette.
Or Loretta Lynn.
Or play you some Dolly.
And you'll see the story happening.
Cause there's nothing like a good country song.
Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 10:45 PM UTC
Uncle John’s gone
Heart
on Sunday
in his shed
He left his stamps
to Sam
He’ll sell them
and his neatly folded
nicely worn
shirts and sensible slacks
will soon appear in Age UK
And Auntie Lynn
will maybe have
twenty years
a widow
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 6:18 AM UTC
When you feel like quitting,
When life becomes hard to live,
Remember this simple poem
And give all you’ve got to give.
Greatness doesn’t come easy,
And neither does being strong
But you’ve got to LIVE your life
Rather than just get on.
When you feel like quitting,
And your worries got you stuck
Remember why you started
And know you won’t give up
Pick your *** off the couch
And follow these three steps
Look ahead, focus the mind, don’t slouch.
When you feel like quitting,
Remember, life’s too short
To spend it worrying, about
Problems of any sort
Your life is yours and yours alone
So make it the best you can
Live every day as if it’s your last
Don’t always follow the plan.
When you feel like quitting,
When all you want is rest,
Remember this simple quote,
Do good, want better, be best.
- Kayla Lynn
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 3:29 PM UTC
"Dare to let your dreams reach beyond you."
That's what she told me,
on the opening track
to Common's latest album
The Dreamer/The Believer
Her words made me
want to live up
to my potential and
realize my dreams:
I dream to find myself,
fall in love, create a family,
be an author, be a teacher,
be a musician, be an artist,
be healthy, seek gratitude,
acquire knowledge,
and find God.
The song inspired me so much.
The collaboration of
Lonnie Lynn and Maya Angelou
spitting wisdom was
literally and metaphorically
music to my ears!
Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 11:28 PM UTC
I won't say that I love you
because I've said it too much
I won't say that I melt with your touch
I won't tell you that I miss you
I won't tell you that I'm true
because all that you already knew
I won't tell you that I'm yours
And that to you I belong
because I feel that you are bored from this long song
I won't tell you that I love you in despair
because I feel that you really don't care
And that you now have her
Each day I promise and bet
That about you I must forget
And when we met
All the promises were broken
And about that I always regret
And again I tell you that I love you
Again I say that I miss you
Again I tell you that I'm yours
And to you I belong
Though I'm sure that this is wrong
But I can't stop loving you
I can't stop my feelings
I just want to stay one day with you
Not to talk... but only to hear
To hear from you that you love me
And to feel that you're clear
To feel you near
To hear that you will take away my fear
Will this day ever come?!
- Kayla Lynn
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC
#1 | 31 Poems for August 2016
Before I put my words and wishes in a poem, I put them in a prayer first.
Luyanda once told me that I don’t always have to rhyme every time I write these words down.
She also regularly told me that I need to smile twice as much as I frown.
I have been a loner, way before my peers began smoking marijuana.
Sitting in the local park or standing on some dodgy neighbourhood corner.
But I can’t judge them, sometimes I want to get lost in those same clouds too.
They all get so high to the point where they cannot even see the ground.
I’m from the city where jacaranda trees light up the streets with their purple blooms, but I’ve told you before.
Spoken words filled with so much truth, I had to reiterate the quotes I wrote back in my youth.
You need to know the value of life before it gets taken away from you.
Will you be a victim of the past or pay homage to your mother’s womb?
View the kaleidoscope of life through the perspective of a spoken-word poet.
Freedom and love are like finding forever and I hope that everyone in my life knows it.
Let’s all meet in the pages of a story where the ink always holds us together.
Every poem of mine is written from the heart so every single word you hear is guaranteed to be a pulse.
I have been a loner, way before my peers began smoking marijuana.
Before I put my words and wishes in a poem, I put them in a prayer first.
Luyanda once told me that I don’t always have to rhyme every time I write these words down.
She also regularly told me that I need to smile twice as much as I frown.
I’m Lonnie Lynn with the poetry and maybe that explains why we have a lot in common.
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 10:24 AM UTC
#5 | 31 Poems for August 2016
I’m catching feelings, hope you don’t leave and go catch airplanes.
When the universe aligned, our paths and hearts were destined to collide.
You still give my comfort zone endless earthquakes; I wonder how much that is on the Richter scale.
Let me love you unconditionally regardless of how ugly your truths are.
In a sky full of constellations, you know that you’ll always be my favourite star.
It doesn’t matter whether it’s winter or summer, when you are the breeze I can never forget to breathe.
I’ve been digging the soles of my shoes into the ground just to keep myself steady and balanced.
I stood in the rain patiently awaiting your arrival but then, I eventually realised that you were the rain.
Looking forward to the day where your body and mine finally merge into one.
The day when we finally find home and we never ever feel alone because love is all around.
The day when we are able to look back at all the greatness we have both become.
Look me in my starry eyes and tell me that everything will be okay.
I can’t give you the world but I pray that you stay for more than just another day.
I’m Lonnie Lynn with the poetry, Marsha and Natalie with the Floetry.
So all you got to do is say yes if the question is, “Will you be mine from this day onwards?”
I don’t have much but I have you and with God on my side, how can I lose?
When the universe aligned, our paths and hearts were destined to collide.
I’m catching feelings, hope you don’t leave and go catch airplanes because my heart is really growing fond of you.
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 8:14 AM UTC
Are You On The a Frontline Or Are You Online
-LYNN BROWNING
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC
I know what you saw when you were seven,
You watched your parents get murdered and go to heaven.
I know what they said about you,
But you know that all of it wasn't true.
You were my best friend.
I loved you until the very end.
you were just 14, confused and all alone.
after I left, we just talked by phone.
After your parents died, you were made fun of, and full of scars.
They didn't know it would go that far.
If I didn't move, If I had stayed,
would you have handled it a different way?
Would you have taken your own life?
instead of yours I wish it was mine.
I remember all our secrets, holding hands
we had a future, we had so many plans.
But now you will be loved, and never forgotten
just because of the killer and those bullies so rotten.
Are you up there with your mom and dad?
I promise to never forget the strong life you had.
I wish I could see you, but you aren't in hell
so after I die we will have no story to tell.
I won't be at your service
"a funeral is for the living, not the dead."
a quote from your favorite movie you said.
Ill miss you, you are forever in my heart
and your suicide has torn me apart.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 11:39 PM UTC
Don't invest your time in people
Invest your time in God
Most people are a waste
Only around for your good taste
You tell them lets elevate
they rather sit around and wait
So much on there plate
But with the drama
There're never late
Don't let them take you out of your zone
When your dreaming at night
Remember your alone
Lynn Browning ©
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 4:35 PM UTC
every time i have to list one best friend, you're the one.
i've got others, yes. a couple or three.
but you're the one i always think of.
from back in gym class,
to sneaking out at night to the barn,
[you threw a toad at my face.]
to watching ****** horror movies,
to going to the outer banks,
to staying in grandy one weekend,
[just us and our vices for two and a half days]
to spitting on your barn floor just because,
to relying on luck to keep us from the cops.
from watching you get your tongue pierced,
to you coming with me to get all of mine.
from dealing with that boyfriend of yours,
to dealing with...the lack of mine.
from our future moving out plans,
to our rocky horror plans tonight.
that's us.
you're my number one, through and through.
you knew i didn't want to 'talk about it',
back in august,
you just brought me over and let me stand around.
let me listen to you talk.
that's the best thing anyone did,
that simple distraction was all i needed.
it certainly doesn't help that everyone thinks we're sisters,
our love lives parallel in the oddest ways,
and we just have too much fun together.
i can't put into words what you've done for me.
i mean it, when i tell you, "love youuuuu!"
i mean it, when i say, "best friend."
i do, shelby lynn. i do.
Apr 7, 2011
Apr 7, 2011 at 5:58 PM UTC
Soulquarians, gather round.
Hear my testimony. Representin’
Chi town to the fullest. Given the
Name Lonnie Rashid Lynn,
I earned the name Common.
I am, put on this stage for a purpose.
My verses give you, common sense.
I am, the role model to the past,
Present and, future. Being the
Loquacious man I am, I am,
Finding forever in you. So, keep me
In your mind because my time, is
Unforgettable.
Unforgettable I am. I speak with clarity.
Satisfying your starving eyes as I,
Feed you knowledge. I am,
That reflecting image in that young
Persons mirror. Watching them loose
Motivation.
And it’s sad cause’, we got arms,
But wont reach for the skies.
Our ignorance is in the same breath as
Our innocence, subconsciously, seeking to
Find an impressionable mind to convince.
I found one. Mani. One who is beautiful
And sweet. She told me, your lyrics inspire
Me. You are the rarest piece of finery,
And I would hate to lose you. She said,
Find forever in me. Lay upon me,
Your exquisite gift of poetry.
She said, I remember sittin’ in my room
With my boom box bangin’ so loud,
That your rythmatic vibrations caused
The pictures on my wall to form a
New image.
Listening to the game over, and over,
And over until my ears were filled
With beats that flowed from my pen,
And onto my sheet, of paper.
Papers, stacked so high with the words,
I love Common. Common. Nonsense,
Is what we’re seeing these days. So,
If you find the pursuit of passion,
Use it.
I am, here to restore our black maybe.
Cause’ maybe, we’ll get to the top
Someday. Instead of having our opinions
Stored away. Cause’ you see, common
Sense is quite rare. But, those that doubt
Com will soon believe. That-
This is where, Forever begins.
The start of reality. Wars and battles, we
Fought for ours, caught in ghetto tragedy.
Remember black brothers and sisters,
Origin is forever. Through these brown eyes
Are beholding black pride. So strive. Strive.
I, see my worlds tears, and I, want to wipe,
their weary eyes. I will be finding
Forever in you. I am Common.
Mar 11, 2010
Mar 11, 2010 at 4:02 PM UTC
Lady Gaga's poker face is off,
While I hear Dr.Frankenstein maniacal cough,
Marlyn's eyes pacing and keeping with her anxieties,
with Bob Dylan telling her about his newest sobrieties,
Bunch a ******** cards says Loretta Lynn,
I'm all in says he with the masochistic words written on his chin,
Gaga throws her dark shades on her slave Popculture,
he bows and tries to back out the door,
When Elvis and Kerry Grant grab his collar,
and tell him to earn his dollar.
My hand is nothing but missed connections,
and different lives I might have lived.
I fold.
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 4:09 PM UTC
She only cares for lilacs.
Her favorite color's black.
She lives within a snowglobe,
and never leaves her track.
She wears him like a necklace,
or keeps him in a box.
She's so afraid of losing him;
just love and forget-me-nots.
Polish her with madness,
and paint her insanity clean.
She's honestly not as crazy as,
they'll all like to make her seem.
She only sleeps on rainy days,
only because she's afraid.
He doesn't see the beauty,
and hates being awake at 3am.
The phone is always ringing,
like the clock upon the wall.
Indie music resonates,
echoing down the hall.
She hides away alone,
with a cigarette in her hand.
The ledge of the tub is occupied;
she sits, and waits, and time goes by.
Her life is just a puzzle,
but she doesn't have a clue.
She complicates the simple things,
and makes happiness run blue.
He doesn't mind her tendencies;
he knows she's a little strange.
She wears him like a medal,
like her little trophy man.
But he knows she needs him,
he's the only sane thing he has.
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 9:23 PM UTC
The last time you knew me,
I was not
as fond of substances.
when you decided not to know me anymore,
the
downwards
spiral
began-
allow me to reintroduce myself:
Hello, my name is unimportant, and my brain is buzzing.
Jun 7, 2021
Jun 7, 2021 at 12:11 PM UTC
I see your flames
you only here for games
But i'm addicted to your fire
Your love takes me higher
I can be your firefighter
-Lynn Legend
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 1:00 PM UTC