Author: A. M. Laine

poem about letting go 0

Hangnail

Poem   If my heart were a hand you would be the hangnail that, no matter what size or sharpness of tweezer I use to pry you from between the dry, exposed skin and...

read love poems 0

My Captain

Love Poem   I saw you gliding o’er the water, rowing in a steady, slow rhythm toward the place on the sand where I stood, in the white wash of the words you whispered...

sad love poetry 0

Out of Reach

Love Poem   You are the object of my affection and the subject of these words I want to write about you in each open space on this blank sheet of matter and immortalize...

nature poem 0

Now I Leave You For the Birds

Poem   I went for a walk and found you growing in a small clearing of mulch and rocks. Few would hear if the tree of you fell. The birds in your hair would,...

Spoken Word Poem 2

Revolution of Self

Spoken Word Poem   I need a revolution of my self. I need to overcome the alienation that society has imposed on me, separating what I do from who I am and know I...

poem about freedom 0

Looking for Freedom

Poem   Where is it that I’ll find my place? It isn’t here, in front of your face Which I’ve tried to please with effortless grace And the kind of care that you can’t...

wandering 1

Wandering

Walking down a sparse street Heavy hands Slow feet Heart strings tight like rubber bands Blending in like an unknown brand A street lamp shines with faulty light Giving false hope A cruel joke...

dorian 0

Dorian

you seem an unreachable, lingering thing like a wisp of dream smoke between that moment of sleep and awake that moment when my eyes flutter open to my sea-foam green room that moment when...

waiting 0

Waiting

Waiting As if you would Come ’round for a chat I know that you could But don’t expect it at that So sit here I will To think of the weather The movement of...

Big Eyes 0

Capacity

Do I have one large enough to love? I sometimes wonder if the cage of my chest is strong enough to hold another’s heart without casting a swift shadow of a doubt that would...

Celestial Poem 2

Sunrise

Celestial Poem   I watched the sun rise today and, of course, saw your hand making it happen As if you were the monarch of Circadia retiring from an extended day of ruling the...