It’s not like in the movies— When the girl cries softly, Her teardrops falling gently, Her lips plump and red like rubies.
It’s excruciating and loud— With globs of tears leaving a trace Of mascara staining her face, In the only moment she’d allowed. Read More »
Two days ago, the United States of America celebrated the inauguration of President Biden and Vice President Harris. During the inauguration ceremony, Youth Poet Laureate Amanda Gorman gave a powerful performance of her incredible, original poem, “The Hill We Climb”. Two days later, her words still stay with me. Below is just one of the many standout verses from Amanda’s poem, as well as a link to Amanda’s performance and a transcript of her poem. Read More »
He was irresistible to me Because he tasted of freedom and I Was a dove with broken wings.
© 2021 Jade M. Wong
From my debut poetry collection, Glowstick. Tentative Publication: This Summer 2021!
Like shoes that pinch my toes And socks stretched so thin They tear into holes,
Like jeans that will not rise No matter how much I shimmy Them over my thighs, Read More »
You confessed to me in a song, Because music was your voice, The world was your option, And I was your choice.
You kissed me at my door, A kiss that tingled to my toes, A kiss that sealed our secret, One the world didn’t need to know. Read More »
Here’s to Cupid aiming accurately, To true love being found. Here’s to being nice (and a little naughty!) For Santa all year ’round.
Here’s to keeping our heads up high, When we’re crawling in the dirt. Here’s to friendships that last for life, And to family that doesn’t hurt. Read More »
On the bathroom floor, Glass shard in hand, It catches the light, Is this the end?
And the tears, they Bounce off the glass. Shutting my eyes, I’ll Just make this fast. Read More »
She says she’s not pretty But if only she knew The way I bite my lip When she smiles with hers The way she teases me Like a taboo. Read More »
Sometimes life gets in the way, Sometimes it’s just me. Sometimes I blink —and in the blink of an eye— A day fades to many.
Loud voices that quiet to whispers, Vivid hues that dull to grey, And always a sense of something missing Something lost and gone astray. Read More »
I was born from chaos For a life of blood and war, Of loneliness and duty. They envy the power That flows through my veins To a heart seldom used And forgotten. Read More »