Our Love is Wounded

our love is a wounded soldier

painfully staggering 

through lilies and thorns

through cutting rock

and perfumed meadows

every step, a loss and a gain


From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE 

A Love Story: A Poem

A LOVE STORY

the sky is falling between us

the ground breaks its heart beneath

and yet there is Peace within our reach

we haven’t seen the moon in days

or sat with the sun for months 

and still, there is a Peace that runs deep

between us, our hearts beat a cord

remember, we are tethered beneath the skin

together, underneath the incense of prayers

we are skipping above still waters

soaring beneath red seas

our lungs full of scarlet sun

our hearts a full moon 

what is this cord that binds us?

it could be Love

it must be Love 

what else could it be?


From the book The Truth About Love

The Longing Of The Tree

winter has come
emptying your nests
exposing bones
revealing weakness

as the rot of cold sets in
the birds flee your ribbed cages
taking with them their song
and leaving behind
your desire to also escape


From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE

MY ANXIOUS HEART: A Poem

MY ANXIOUS HEART

be anxious for nothing You said
yet, i lie here worrying about things
not worth my time or Yours

I waste away while
licking religious wounds
nails chewed down to flesh
leaving me left with the taste of
earth and curse, curses laid to rest beneath
mounds of my abandoned past
and still, i keep digging

when will i get tired of digging empty
graves for memory’s sake
stirring up what You’ve already buried
that day i said yes to the better things

why do i persist in devaluing the time You took to
craft my soul from unemployed dust particles to
flesh and bone

You, the Inventor of Flesh,
thought it not a waste to get down
on hands and knees
Holiness kissing earth, and
breathe into my imperfect heap

Love whispered Life into my stillness
body meeting Living Word again
what were the words You breathed?

I AM in love with you

my heart leaps!


From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE

WASTE NOT

remember when we
were poor, happy, and thriving
living only on love?

the world couldn’t touch us

but we weren’t careful
we started wasting love
took love for granted

and then, one day
we started running out of love
could barely keep love on the table

i remember getting angry
when love was wasted

“there are people in Africa
starving for that love”

soon the cupboards were bare

now, i go out every day
searching for love, begging for love
sitting on street corners
holding signs that read
“will work for love”
pining for the days
we were poor and happy
living only on love


From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE

FIGHT OR FLIGHT

sometimes
i want to give up

pack up
to shut you up

but i stay and i fight
because i don’t want to leave
empty-handed

please don’t let me leave
empty-handed

From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE 

LOOKS LIKE LOVE

pour it in my hands
and i’ll know what it feels like

placed it on the tongue
and i’ll know what it tastes like

spray it in the air
and i’ll know what it smells like

pluck it on these strings
and i’ll know what it sounds like

a Teacher preaching peace
yeah, i know that it feels right

nail Him to a tree
and i’ll know that it looks like Love


from THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE

All poems are copyrighted by Marquida Roberts.
To be reprinted only by permission of the author.