Category: contmeporary poetry
DO SOMETHING!
I have been spending a lot of time doing things worthy of writing about lately, or at least I hope they are worth reading!
One thing I’ve learned about writing and most especially writing poetry, is that you need to take time and some times extended time to immerse yourself in life, love and laughter to continue to be inspired to write!
I am happy to share that I have been feeling the desire to write resurfacing, so here’s hoping for some soon to be new inspired words.
What have you been immersed in lately?
Cheers!
The darkest of rain
The darkest of rains
Come at night when you sleep
Pouring down like the tears
While little children weep
I perch on the window sill
Waiting,
Watching,
For the right moment to enter
Your dreams while you sleep
The Power of the Pink Pen
Pretty and pink as could be
If only they could see
Her
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As flirtatious
As she was gracious
As worldly
As her hair curly
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She was fiery
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Feelings she left in her diary
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For she would be hung
If she was found speaking of such things
So young
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Or maybe they would cut out her tongue
And splash it with rum
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And interject
So she wouldn’t infect
The lack of respect
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That being more than pretty in pink
Could inject Continue reading
The Hug
The Hug
Bodies intertwined
Crossing the lines
Between yours and mine
A hug
A flash in time Continue reading
The Grin
I can feel it creeping in
The little corners of my mouth
Want to turn against me and give in
To an awe inspired grin
Collide
Photo Credit Link: http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2010/01/photogalleries/100112-week-in-space-pictures-77/
Collide
Wild side
Worlds collide
She tried to live by the rules
Implement her Dr. taught tools
Strategies?
Remedies?
But it was a slippery slope
With only words as her rope
Observers filled with hope Continue reading
The Ring
Photo Credit: Alfonse Pagano
The Ring
My skin goose bumps
I feel so small
As I crawl back
Into my corner
Beaten
And bruised
Confused
Like an old time boxer
Ready to retire Continue reading
Home
She is led under
As she wanders through the hollows of her mind
wondering what she will find
She stumbles upon memories of glass
That shine as bright as the suns first glow
Lined up in tidy rows Continue reading
Writings of a Mrs 