A collection of short poems about life lessons learned.

— by Lester L. Polk



Love is

Love is a unicorn

because its beauty is mythical

all have heard of it, few have seen it

those who have spend everything

trying to describe it

Love is the 26th mile

in the marathon

the hardest to reach

but truly satisfying when attained

Love is a dagger

that strikes through the hearts of many

yet will be the tool to defend and protect

Love is the truth

whether words of romantic woo

or life altering reality

Love is cupping a breast

while caressing a mastectomy scar

healing the hurt within.




Pure, precious, blank black canvas

No knowledge of pain, wrong unseen

Pristine perfection

Infection, disdain, introduction to pain

Violations seen but ignored

Marred visage

Fault offered

accepted, rejected, dejected

purpose lost

chains abound

all around the world

ceaseless search

never finding




what you are

what you want to be

what you have

what you desire

what you think

what really is

what your mind says

what the mirror shows

turmoil, struggle

the battles rages


the mirror shows

what your mind says

you think

what really is

all you desire is

what you have

what you want to be

is really who you




God for a Moment

Every time we make a decision

we are God for a moment,

the master and ruler of our world.

Every time we make a decision

we give place to worship or hate

our personal deity in an autonomous place.

Every time we make a decision

we rule the universe

that is in our own skin.

At least in our lives

we know what is reverence

or sin.

Find me in



seventh heaven

where I sit upon

my everlasting


at least for the




Good Morning

It’s morning

the darkness has passed

free from unspeakable pain



and danger.

This is the new normal

where we are

at peace.

The anger of midnight

has evaporated

in the warmth of

a renewed trust

Like a fresh dew,

safety is on the

edges of our lives

slowly, steadily,

encroaching on our hearts.




I am the love that you have desired over the ages

I am the safety that you lost in your pain

I am the prosperity that eluded you in poverty

I am the hope down the drain in the face of disappointment

I am the erotic thought in the middle of the day

I am the greed that kills in the third world and laughs in the first

I am peace that escapes as tomahawk’s rain

I am the health that mocks you from your death bed

I am everything and nothing.



The Itch

Why is 

that which you want

is rarely what you need?

Why is

that which you cannot live without

you have lived without

for years?

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