Monthly Archives: January 2023

Journey To Parenthood, Poetry

The Best Part of Me

Oh Sweet Summer Child of Mine

With a prominent curly crown and melanin filled skin divine

I grow in awe of you, every second of every hour

Get lost in your endearing eyes that radiate power

The world didn’t know beauty until your birth

and that’s just one of your soul’s many gifts on this Earth

A black king who’s brilliance is unmatched

A smile that’ll make angels blush, How could anyone not grow attached?

I asked for a light in the darkness and God gave me a son

I may be slightly biased, but I believe you are the Chosen one

It’s been the greatest honor watching you grow

I’m sometimes still in shock that i’m a part of this show

I promise to love and support you, give you every part of me

Just to make sure you grow into a powerful king for all to see

-Poetic Ice

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Tribute to the Sun

As long as the sun illuminates my eyes

I’ll have the insatiable desire to plant in the garden between your thighs

Oh to press my warm lips to the petals of your delicate rose

Gently drinking your life dew as my nature grows

With every sip I shiver as I anticipate diving in your river

Using every inch of my power to make the bed quick until you quiver

Something we’ve done countless times before, yet always feels new

Our bodies screaming in ecstasy as i dive into you

Ravaging your soul all night until the job is done

So we can offer up our orgasm as tribute to the morning sun

-Poetic Ice

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Pills for Feels

What do you do when feeling useless becomes the norm?

When you’ve given up and got lost in the storm

You’ve gone 12 rounds and got beat down by life

Strewn across the surgery table under anxiety’s knife

Shattered rose colored glasses, blinded to the poetic

Battered by a cyclone of rage, and oh so unapologetic

This is now the normal homeostasis

Forced to go into the world with several wounded faces

You desire to heal those wounds, so down the drugs

Everything is better with daily chemical hugs

to feel normal, be human, this is the cost

But what do you do when you’re doped up and lost?

-Poetic Ice

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Doing Better

I’m Doing better

I swear I’m doing better

But my chest pains Because we aren’t together

This is for the best

it’s really for the best

But I’m still waiting for someone to say I passed the Test

I’m going to smile

I’m really going to smile

Just know it’s going to be a beguiling fake for a while

I’m alone

I’ve chosen to be alone

I’ll never have enough love for another in my home

I’m doing better

I swear I’m doing better

Even if sometimes my cheeks end up wetter

-Poetic Ice

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