Nicole Johnson

Category: poetry

  • 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…

  • Figment of my imagination

    I’ve tried to see it through their eyes. How hard it must be to be torn. I feel like an ornament that sits atop the mantle. Visible and worn. It is not my intention to replace you But to compel you to be better humans. To be free-thinkers And self-sufficient.…

  • Memory

    The cloth placed firmly over my eyes. My mind races to the sound of her little cries My senses kick in as her tiny limbs brush across my dusted skin The softness clings long after her departure A smell of “brand new” that turns me into the lone-archer Every night…

  • Hush

    Blood boiling, Steam rising to the top Of surfaces we can’t touch. Asinine inquiries, Premeditated consciences Of translucent relationships. This ball of fury soaking, With heat forever warming Like the sun circulates around the moon. Too many words said, As they try to find boxes To make sense of this…

  • Faintless Phantom

    I can hear you Your voice, a drone of sensations yearning. I can feel it in my loins A touch remised. Too hard to forget. This ache saturates me A poison, never-ending melancholy. When you look at her, do you see me? The sun shines upon a face so angelic…

  • Buyer’s remorse

    The sound of rain strums against their haven from the warmth of rest. The soft purrs of a partner’s breath, stirred inside crevices upturned.   Silhouettes of couples’ remorse crept in, like a virus latched to its host. Frozen in time, to the day a path turned divide The air…

  • Journal

    Pitch forks raised high Arched toward blackened skies that cover the whites of their eyes.  Like the scent of copper stripped, encouraged to die.

  • Vows

    Never in a million years did I expect to be standing here. Ready to profess my love to someone like you. I knew the moment I saw you, once the sky parted on my pity party, you were the glue. I was depressed that day, and somehow found a reason…