Author: Kristen Green

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After the Show

Love Poem   I like your outfit The way you do your hair just so and your tie just right And it feels like a million bucks to have you there because with you,...

Free Form Poems 1

Forgotten

Free Form Poems   I wanted it all to fade away To take the train across the country Racing along the tracks without a final destination Words’ meanings remaining behind Like relatives on the...

Contemporary Poems 1

The Rush

Contemporary Poems   Racing Like my mind and thoughts and through this station On metal trains with rough connections I see you there And you and you and you independent but together never again...

Short Poems 0

Yarns

Poem   What’s more beautiful than a story? I’d dare to say music Where each letter becomes a note each phrase an emotion each movement a chapter Where words have no meaning how I...

Short Free Poem, Architecture Photography 1

Beneath the Ceiling

Poem   There was a whisper Then the words sprung forth with a roar that matched the terrors of my heart As the icicles melted into springtime And the clock’s hands continued turning There...

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Via Mirrors

Wait That thing is still there And your hair is askew And your eyes are too close And you sure do look tired Muss your hair Well that didn’t fix anything You look less...

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B612

You think that your sadness is unique until you read, Steinbeck said So emotions were never ours to own But still they can’t be shaken And we have never met But as I watch...

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Argument, 1:37 a.m., 2/19/2015

“I told you not to do that.” “I don’t want to do this but I bet you’ll remember to do it right next time.” “I don’t care if you lose respect for me. Get...

Water Cave 0

Realms Unknown

Does the ocean lie below the land Or the land rest on the ocean? And how one must thwart the other to exist As we create the pathways through, over and under To try...

Alone in the Desert 0

93 Million Miles

Our shadows are the only thing That stops sunlight that has traveled 93 million miles from reaching its final destination And when I think I am incapable of impacting change in my tiny, insignificant...

Lost in the Maze 0

Follow the Leader

My mom said, “Stop thinking so much,” So I read a bunch of books and tried to imagine What it would be like to be anyone else Who Jane Austen ever wrote The boy...

Mountain Lake 0

When It’s Done

What’s in that place beyond the pines? The dark recesses and cragged peaks Valleys that swirl with sumptuous lavenders and honeyed golds Caverns enswirled by misty hues of turquoise deep The fronds that billow...