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....
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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...