Tag: amwritingpoetry
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The poem sliced
The words dripped carelessly from the pen, scrawled on the page heedless of the reader’s heart. Slicing flesh clean from soul, leaving such a hole… The poet knew the power the pen contained, only the words could remain. For the poem sliced into the holder of the pen, just as easily, if not more than,those ... -
Disbelief
After so long of disbelief, my truth felt like a lie. I spoke with an uncertainty, for belief was hard to come by. Memory is a faulty thing, relying heavily upon a brain damaged by time. I stood facing the storm that battered me so long, stood there feeling less than strong. Terror ... -
Thanks For All You’ve Done
Happy Father’s Day, Dad. Thank you for all you have done. If there was an award for the best father ever Then I’m sure you would have won. You’ve always encouraged me with my writing, And took an interest in the crazy stories I created, In fact, I would have never shared my writing ... -
Little Lady
I looked in your eyes Face flushed with red blotched blood I peered into the void Asking if you “needed a hug” wouldn’t subside the torrent in your mind. Through the day signs showed you were getting better, if only falsely. Dawn arrived with the break of bad news, your heart would not be settling ... -
A Colorful Mother’s Day Poem
My Mother is Purple My mother’s face is as bright as a purple sunset She holds her head high, like a bold Lanai Verbena Her heart is as cheerful as a field of purple pansies My mother is a treasure, like sparkly jewels of amethyst The color purple symbolizes her wisdom and creativity Through my ... -
New Year-New Goals
Every year, I watch the New Year’s Eve ball light up like fireworks on the 4th of July As the clock slowly makes its way towards midnight, my heart beats rapidly from all of the excitement My eyes light up, my smile grows more full as I watch the ball come down the ... -
Fish Out Of Water
Readjusting my mind a friend to understand I wish to find wishing well in a world unkind Why should I sit lonely in despair? Alone, I sit in this chair trying hard to remember “Life isn’t fair” Finding myself shrouded in delusions conjuring my own illusions knowing I have many confusions with nothing left to ... -
Letting Us Down
This world seems to grow colder Human compassion is a thing of the past too many psychotic episodes stuck on rerun focal points disillusioned for the one real spectrum has passed over a world run by the corrupt trying to oust their poorer brothers partners in crime How do these corrupt ... -
Prisoners of Life
Life doesn’t hand happiness in abundance scared we will want nothing but the euphoric feeling of satisfaction when there’s plethora of feelings to experience. Those feelings which make happiness much more blissful. Life a series of fleeting moments of happiness interrupting usual sludge called life. Our choices cement us within our own imposing personal prisons. ...
