Poems from JKosche
I do not write poetry for people.
I do not write poetry for you.
I am blessed, yes, but I sit beneath no peepul.
It is not for the “ahs” or...
The Day you Died I felt
Nothing.
It's not that I didn't care. No, I did.
But I felt an abyss. Emptiness. A black hole.
No sensation....
He keeps his promises
He holds to His Word
He is the constant
On my knees or standing tall,
I am heard
He is Master of All
He has made...
What if we were lovers?
From the derm to the core?
What if we were the shutters to Hatred’s Lore?
Would we dance with the rays?
Smile at...
Poetry is calming
Poetry is smooth
when the moments are bombing
and your thoughts bring the Black Mood
Poetry is living
Poetry is kind...