Underneath Her Golden Charms
Poem For all pine after her shining airs Exalt her agreeable, confident layer And she arises with grandiose care To meet their hopeful, expecting stares Yet underneath her golden charms, Her fluid gait and...
Author: A. M. Laine
An Ode to Friendship
Poem So will that photo always change To hopes you often rearrange Framed unstead’ly on the wall As if it held no gold at all? Or was it simply pre-ordained To sit so crooked,...
Paper Football
Poem Like a child playing paper football You flicked me through the handmade goal at which you were aiming. I was happy to be folded by your fingers into a crisp little triangle. We...
I Find Roots Floating in Open Water
Spoken Word I find roots floating in open water, between the devil and the dark of the deep blue glass ceiling. My roots, my appendages, suspend and weave into this moving blue. I...
I Am No Blank Slate
Poem He thought me a marble statue of the Ancient Greeks, admiring the soft sheet that silhouetted my curved form. I do not argue that I wear drapery elegantly, nor that I feel...
Mourning of the Morning
Poem There were blues in the hues of the morning, mourning the end of night. There, too, were warm rays of sunshine upon the heads of early doves. Words were absent from the...
A Collection of Short Poems III
Poems Nought If everything is everything and nothing is nothing and you have become my everything then what am i? Nowhere to Hide The scum always rises like bubble gum bubbles...
Death of a Voyeur
Poem Collection i. Voyeur Tongue in cheek white as snow melted, liquid stream running in silence, running and cunning cunningly running and knowing, tongue knows cheek knows boundaries, nose knows no boundaries, vision...
An Adage of Pizza Day
Poem When its late at night and all you hear is the wind rattling your window pane and a distant siren singing like a chihuahua at passersby, you might think loneliness is a...
A Collection of Short Poems II
Collection of Poems Soul Love A boy and girl talk of love, the windows of their souls glittering, forgetting the black backdrop of their dark mental temples setting contrast for the sparkles escaping their eyes. New love, old...
Faith, or Lack Thereof
Esoteric Poem O secrets that you keep old Faith That draw upon my simple sorrow Your unknown the most tantalizing bate Knowing yesterday of my return tomorrow O secrets that you keep old...
