She said she loves me!
And honestly, I love her…
Too bad she’s not her.
–@StevieStreets #haiku | She Said She Loves Me
She walks in beauty, like the night.
Radiant as the Cafe Terrace at Night.
Sweeter than the sound of mandolins on starry nights.
I need you to be my Girl with a Mandolin, the way you pull heartstrings.
Silence is golden; yet you make my heart sing.
You make me wanna speak the languages of love,
like the songbirds sing.
Sweet Muse of mine,
I need you to love me,
love me, love me, if only for one night.
You could be my star eyes,
let me get lost in the magic in your eyes tonight.
This Love Jones got me in a sentimental mood,
let me be your Brother to the night.
I want to ballroom dance on the sidewalk tonight;
let your hands fade into my hands,
I wanna feel your heartbeat next to mine tonight.
I’m in a Sentimental Mood;
Sweet Muse, put on your dancing shoes
and meet me at the Cafe Terrace at Night.
–@StevieStreets #inasentimentalmood #poem | Cafe Terrace at Night
She’s nice and lovely…
but her side eye game is mean;
she’ll Aunt Esther you.
I admit, I love…
the infamous attitude
and side eye glances.
She sits quietly…
silently judging, speaking
with side eye sidebars.
That black girl magic
paired with that bold attitude;
nothing more to say.
Where’s #sideeyebae at?
Ms. communicate with looks,
I’m looking for you. 😉
–@StevieStreets 😒 #haiku | Side Eye: an ode to LaWanda Page and the infamous black women’s attitude
She’s Instagram Bae,
I’m Kodak Instamatic;
we shared a moment.
She’s IG Ready…
and me – I’m her Classic Man;
we’re picture perfect.
Kodak Moments and…
She – she became life…
He – he became old man time;
they made history.
Time is illmatic…
new wave, same fabric.
–@StevieStreets #newinstamatic #haiku | Instagram, Instamatic
I just wanna listen to Amy Winehouse
in a wine house,
swirl something light,
invocate the muse,
–@StevieStreets #amywinehouse, the #winelover, the #poet #writing a #poem… #adifferentkindofvibe poem | Pinot Grigio & Poetry: an ode to lioness – hidden treasures, libations, & literature
Weaving through life just soaking it in
Thoughts floating like wind
The eyes, like a note with no pen
Mental snapshots through the scope of the lens
Mind, like a million Post-It Sticky Note reminders
Thumbing through the pages of life with no highlighters
Abstract thoughts, solitude, and all nighters
The moments, the moods
The invocations to the muse
The nostalgic hues
The phantasmagoric views of a writer
my ambitions as a writer
The stereotypical stereotype type of writer
Cardigan, Spectacles, and a Typewriter
Impressions of a writer
from Fantasy to Gothic
various topics, defy logic
Imagination: imagine the mind stretched out
Characterization: dialogues sketched out
Manifestation: epilogues etched out… the subliminal mind of the sublime mind
Portraits painted from the visual mind
For the Third Eye to read between the lines… of the handwriting on the wall
Get the picture, they left hand writings on the wall
Picture-Perfect, echoes of the Oracles in Hallowed Halls
The Rite of Passage was depicted by the Ancient Mystics
Write Your Own Ticket; Master Language Arts Linguistics
–@StevieStreets #amanuensis: a still life impression of a writer | The Writer