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 ... -
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 ... -
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. ... -
Sinking Ship In Cynical Waters
Floating on negative waves; without a paddle. Passing days, trapped within your leaky boat Trying to plug each hole, of this sinking ship. Yet, you keep adding to the flooding waters, with every defeatist word. Angry waves crash into this boat of complaining bitterness. Threatening to hurl us, in the black abyss of your burning ... -
Incense And Tarot Cards
Myrrh Smolders tendrils tickle the nose invading senses calming; euphoric Fragrant smoke lightly swirls above the tarot deck Infusing the two Sweetly beckoning Secrets only the cards hold Beguiling, its charm Coaxing mysteries and truths A speaker for the spirits Guiding and advising [iframe src=”//giphy.com/embed/IsERFOBKX7uLK” width=”480″ height=”698″ frameBorder=”0″] -
Universal Language: A Haiku
Bright innocent eyes Speak universal language Sparking connections
