JAMAR JACKSON - POEMS

Jackson is a poet and short story writer who thrives in open mics, and other events, and sharing his pieces for others to enjoy. He’s been commended for his work continuously by friends and family, and even literary agencies from abroad. 

​Bloom, Rose

The day I bloomed,
The universe began to mistake me
For a rose.
And for every day afterward, I would never wither

Honeybees trailed my colorful fumes,
Mistaking my blood for nectar.
Love chased after my heart,
Mistaking its frigidness for warmth.
Rain fell to my feet,
Mistaking my legs for stems.
Wind flowed through my hair,
Mistaking each curl for petals.

They say the universe has its truth
That what blooms is a rose.
And for every day since then,
It’ll never wither

The truths of the universe are never true, despite being called truths
For I have thorns rather than petals, and cold blood rather than nectar

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A Dreamy Valley

Seeds of my dreams are born so vivid, yet, so vague
They plant roots deep into the mind
Far enough that the qualms can’t plague
Molding twisting routes for the soul to find

The routes dip in deep, dark alleys
Where light is fogged by impregnable doubts
Everything but the seeds of my dreams withers in the valleys
Leaving only my dreams surviving light’s droughts

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Blood Red Moon
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Where I live, the clouds blaze a fire
And a black sun hung from a wire
There’s no ocean, only a green fog
And surrounding the red moon, lurked a purple smog

Where I live, I trench across black iced mountains
Many coins abandoned beneath the dried-out fountains
Slumbering below the blazing clouds, a scorching sky
It kindles the wings of every white butterfly

In every world lives exaggeration
Even a universe with burning skies has its culmination

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