Biography of Veronica Lewis
I love to travel, take pictures and write poetry!
Veronica Lewis Poems
A Slam Poem
I go back to 9 months before August 1996 my birthdays in 9 months, birth date day to celebrate
Look At Me: A Slam Poem
look at me. go ahead, look at me. tell me what you see.
I am happy, yet all the same, dreadfully disappointed. I really, really, really love poetry- and that truly scares me.
2014 And Confused.
it's funny, how we're constantly suffocated with the idea
With every insignificant breath, with every mindless moment, you feel. How simple it is,
Post Run Honesty
it's Saturday night walkin' out club still pop pop poppin'
The Only Gap In My Heart
to those who see me you who comes in any color but grey drink champagne
squishy stuffy stuffed her heart is full is there any room for all the love?
Mountains Of Tibet
once again I am infinitely humbled by the wonders of this earth but slow silence
Dont Leaf Me Hangin
strong wooden goddess, this is my love letter to you fat, far blowing, dearest tree
Loneliness And U
hi. i know you told me not to call but i just wanted to tell you youre wrong you speak of loneliness
when i look at you one eye special I try and paint you banana color portrait
No Common Place Thing
we live in a world where escalator handles are buzzing bees (or the beginnings of the murder of them)
I am happy, yet all the same,
I really, really, really love poetry-
and that truly scares me.
the thought that I,
the product of a long journey
trying to develop a rebellious,
anti- school, anti- learning persona,
could actually enjoy the monotonous