Opal Ingram
Opal Ingram is a Author / Poet
From the Lower East Side NYC currently Resides in Troy Ny The Capitol Region
Has a Poetry Group on face Com call @ OPAL Expression’s
And is also a member of 100 other Poetry Group.
Also her work can be view on Amazon Com & you tube under Producer Michael Brewster
She has one Song Write feature and Published – The Woman
2 – Spoken Word Writes Written for Music
When I Slept ?
Far Away
& Yesterday – Song Write
Also in Anthology Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze
Opal Ingram has 4 Poems Feature along with 53 Poets & Writers Across
The Globe
Publisher – Michael Lee Johnson
Editor – Ken Allan Dronsfield
Also Soon To Be Feature On Goshen Productions
Producer – Willie Reid
Navoh King
Poems by Opal Ingram
On The Real
On the real, like a rag
doll, pulled tugged `
with out a doubt,
A Plate Full
Of Front Game.
Dragged Kick About
Slap And Punch my
Self Esteem Was Like
Scuff Under A Dark
Rug Fill With Some
Else Dirt.
On The Real
Till I Came Out
Of My Pain.
Burry Underneath
A Coat of Lies.
On The Real
A Plate Of Front Game
With Shady Cards
Play In The Hands
Of Letters That Read
Abuse!
With Out
A Doubt
I Kept Silent
I felt alone
Omg
On The Real
What A Sight!
Like A Free A Mis
With A Dist
On The Real
This What I
Knew!
So
Real
Knock Down
Busted With
Torn
Batter
Some Days
My Eye lid
Stood Shut
Still I Stood Tall!
A Victim
Only A Glare
With A Stare`
Only A Glare
Throw Shaken
Some Days
I Thought I Step
Into Some Body
Horror
Flick
Like A Tale
I Seen It Before
Only through a
Child Eyes
But The Adult
Wore Black Shades
She Look Like A
Movie Star
But My Heart
Felt The Cover
Up The Lie
It Felt like a Beaten
Soul
Where Only Conviction
Stood Mis Understood
On The Real
Batter
Till I Came
Out Of My
Pain.
One Morning
I Sat Near A Window
I Lost Everything The
Night Before
Except My Courage
And My Faith.
” Suddenly I Felt
A Verge Of Energy
It Took Me A Minute
On The Real
A Tear Roll
Down My
Face
I Knew I Was
At Freedom Way
On The Real
I Claim It Me
Again!
I Own It
A Survivor
Story.
Opal Like A
Rag Doll
A Survivor Story.
On The Real.
Translated by Ali Osman TEZCAN
Written By Opal Ingram ©
Copyrights
All Rights Reserved.
@Opal Expressions~
aka poetress Mystic
Time When It Quiet
It passes by so slowly
Yet so quickly , only a
Simple twenty four seven
You pretend you knew me
Well, in thought like Silence
It crawls unexpected some time with needless ‘ tears
but in my mind I feel free,
nobody sees my troubles
time creeps so slow but
can be adjust, in a second
it passes by so smoothly like a sail boat across the
oceanfront , time when it’s
quiet it passes by so quick
but only a simple memory is left, when it is quiet.
Written By-Opal Ingram (c)
aka-Poetress Mystic
Thank you atunis poetry. com
Peace & Blessings
Opal Ingram (c)
aka Poetress Mystic
@OpalExpressions