Nicole Johnson

Category: poetry

  • 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…

  • 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.…