Monday, August 1, 2022



My Hidden Treasure


It beats, and moves in rhythm, all dreams,

desires, and goals are hidden.

My heart is my home, it keeps

my every secret.

It opens to life,

to pleasant company,

and shuts the door to unwanted guest.

I keep it clean from all

negativity and embrace the positivity.

It’s home because the stories are written

there, the trials, tribulations

and testing, sealed in blood.

It’s home for the homeless,

which I was.

It gave me hope, it’s my drum.

I can sink myself and feel safe.

Everything is safe, cause it’s my home,

my spot, cause when I am down,

it knows how to pull me in,

and welcome me in

cause I’m home.


My Happy Fortress


Call me stupid for wanting to rush to my domain,

my hidden place, my sanctuary after work.

Call me stupid for waking up to scramble eggs, a hot

cup of tea, hot chocolate or hot coffee.

The choice is mines all mines.

I can turn my kitchen to a restaurant, where

meals are cooked, and everyone is hungry.

They eat and compliment their satisfaction.

Call me stupid for family times and rest,

and passionate moments in my fortress.

Call me stupid for family secrets, quarrels,

disagreements, and oh well,

everything that comes with family life.

Call me stupid for cuddling up on my favorite chair,

watching my favorite show, lights off.

Call me stupid for get together and

reunions, that end up in fist fights,

and who is the best family.

Call me what you want.

 Whatever it is, home is life, my life,

and I will share it with you,

come on in.



Last Hope


I cried in desperation, the outburst

of my heart fell into pieces.

The walls closing in, no chance of life.

Dark and dismal, like a fog.

Like a nightmare never ending.

My feet drifted slowly, as they ached.

I can feel the hard callouses burn,

with every step I take.

My shoes, lost. I lost them to run fast,

from my attacker.

I did things, he made me.

I had to survive. I had to be free.

I killed him, who raped me,

His smell so horrendous

I escaped the sex trade.

I want to go home, it’s my

only chance. I drifted,

into the night.

The moon lit sky brought light,

as if God guided me.

The creatures and I in one,

as we roam the night looking for home.

I am not afraid, as there in the distance,

a house, not mines,

but my legs moved fast.

Scared, bruised and tired.

My body smelt, as the burning sensation

between my legs pained from

bruises that were repeated

over and over.

I am at the door, and I knocked.

As the door opened, I knew the face.

My best friend, as our eyes met,

the expression of horror, excitement

and surprised faces with questions to ask.

I knew I was safe and at home.




LISELLE POWDER was born in the small Caribbean Island of Trinidad and Tobago. Born to Edwina Warner (deceased) and Bindley Powder. She is the last of six siblings. She is divorced and a mother of two daughters and a granddaughter. Having migrated to the US in 2014, she decided to write poetry about her experiences coming to America. She met with Edna White an Author, and the rest was history. Liselle has written in Edna’s book “No Sweet Meat Tell Me the Truth” and contribute to the school newspaper where she works. She also writes in Ms. Edna’s Magazine called “SPEAK MAGAZINE.” and wrote her first short story titled “Teenage Mom” and her poetry book titled “Still Overcoming”. Her book “Teenage Mom” will be out in April. With her continuous writing, she was entered in an Anthology for the months of June, July and November of 2020 and also June and July of 2021, and also for July 2022, Liselle wrote another book entitled “Welcome to America,” which will be out soon. Liselle is also an artist and has also sold some of her work. Liselle held her first poetry show on July 10th 2021, and the reviews was excellent. Liselle hopes one day to have her first Art Show soon. Liselle has come a long way and she strives to be the best of top poets and artist the world is yet to see.

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