Nicole Johnson

Category: poetry

  • Exhale

    We’ve waited for the day for the world to know that we are free. For the people to see that we are not your property. Bags of seed to beat and bloody. We’ve raised our children to obey you. So they grow old enough to educate themselves too We’ve been…

  • Blaze

    Late at night, when the world is asleep, My mind races through your hoops. My chest rises and falls with each exasperated breath. I can’t breathe without you. The sun accompanies morning coffee The moon brightens darkened hallways Entangled within this web Strand after silky strand, They weave themselves around…

  • Go the distance

    I want to think of you like a warm breeze Free flowing and happy. Our last words to not be filled with anger But thinly veiled fear. I want to see you in my dreams A vision so sweet. The little thin lines at the corners of your eyes Forever…

  • Davey Jone’s Locker

    She couldn’t see. Blinded by an ocean of rage and ache. No longer equipped to fight the current in this state.

  • Liberation

    It’s happening againThis pounding within my chest Feet cemented to the groundWe watched the earth reset. My body tensed,Waiting for the impact. The waves took us both under.We sunk deeper and deeper beneath the surface. I have never felt more free.

  • Civil unrest

    The sun is at its peak in the skyNot sure what came of the time. The crows created a nest in the trees,While I wiped away the last semblance of hope from my cheeks. Racing through hoops of unrest.The rioting,The looting,Protestors chanting, “I can’t breathe. Don’t shoot!” Deep inside, I…

  • This ‘ole tree

    I love the way that you touch me. My mind and body buoyed to the sea Tethered to the anchor of forbidden fruit. We are at a standstill and I’m ready for the scenic route Listen to the sound of the music playing in the background. Ready to take a…

  • In depth

    In depth

    The waves crashed against the hull, As the wind picked up, Thunder roared.

  • voyage

    This feeling of unease seeps its way into a world where hope is reserved for fighters. Coming from places where suns and moons rise at different times. They fight side by side, partners as some may say. How wide can one’s arms spread in a world reliant heavily on faith?…

  • Rainy day

    Straddling the line between monsoon and drought. The weatherman couldn’t predict Mother Nature this time. What was happening, there is no scientific diagnosis. The sky cried for a little while Until the sun broke through the clouds Just for a moment, everything was ok. Just for a moment, everyone was…