A poem about love in my life.

Someone asked for my secret recipe for poetry cookery .Hers’s it.

Lovelessly; it was already dead as I awoke,
prayers could not save me for the words were spoken;
echoes bounced off the walls of the inner core,
frost bitten heart and misfortune foretold;
upon the wretchedness of a broken soul.

A great desire to have a comment from a lovely poet friend.

A desire some people still express to know me .Here it is. Ellusive though it still may be.

A baby poem.

Poem
By Mishell-meah Franks.

A small poem.

A poem about my soul.

Watering the asphalt.