Love poems. I remember every word by Melissa Fry Beasley

Love poems. I remember every word by Melissa Fry Beasley

Statue with frosty trees. Photo attribution Kecia O’Sullivan

Love poems. Today on Yareah magazine, I remember every word by Melissa Fry Beasley, a beautiful poem for a beautiful Monday. Enjoy Melissa weekly section: MY ROOTS.

I remember every word

see lies & broken promises

refer to games people play

corrupting an easy affluence

leaving me bent and gnarled

by life’s servitude

night winds twisting this to pieces

muttering imprecations

about real people with their

grandiose stupidity and selfishness

Are you & I really not complicit?

You have been being rebuked

without understanding the niceties

of the message

I have been leaving since I arrived.

I did not trudge up here

to vainly weep

gorged on hideous delights

There is nothing left that

your river hasn’t washed away

but this lost love still pined for

and far better forgotten

I have buried my sorrow

the way your love always takes me down

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Melissa Fry Beasley is a Humanistic poet of Cherokee origin, who resides in Oklahoma . Through the written and spoken word, she examines the gap between the ideal and the reality involved in living in the world during this time. Her work is both personal and subjective, yet she does not turn aside from the political and social issues of her environment. She is a woman who seeks to express her individual perspective and needs while accepting the diversity involved in questions of gender, race and culture. Melissa believes that change is necessary and deploys her writing to reflect her personal experience in the wider social and political context. You can find her work in print and online in Indian Country Today Media Network, Native News Today, The Native American Encyclopedia, FirstPeople.Us, Working Effectively With Aboriginal People, Churn Magazine, Big River Poetry Review, Enhance Magazine, A&U Magazine, and many others. She has two chapbooks forthcoming. " When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in the worship of the creator." Mahatma Gandhi " They won't break me because the desire for freedom, and the freedom of the people, is in my heart. The day will dawn when all the people of will have the desire for freedom to show. It is then that we will see the rising of the moon." Bobby Sands

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