Tagged: poem 10

poem about missing someone 0

Without You

Poem   I have plucked you like a thorn from my side. I have fucked you and shown you my insides. I think about you sometimes if sometimes means all of the time. I...

Freedom Poem 1

Unbreakable Wings

Poem   Never… I said the word! Never Released the bird. Never Will see me broken! Never I’ll be just a token!   The walls are high and I can’t see beyond. But I...

Underwater Dance, short poem about life journey 1

Underwater Dance

Poem I sometimes believe I’m in a dance Waves lead me and currents twirl me The melodies are soft and clouded Under the deep blue infinite But if I listen hard enough I know...

Peaks 0

Peaks

The time has grown long. Many have stopped climbing and headed back down. Some have just decided to settle on the spot where they grew tired. And now, two more have chosen utterly different...

Train Ride 0

Just Wait

I would like to put your hands Underneath it So you can tell me How does it feel To get them cut off You can tell me How deep is your understanding Of my...

poem about love for her 1

(the) Strength, In Our Love

Poem Singing happy tunes without a shove Such a dedicated woman, easy to claim She is responsible for giving me belief in real love She will be the last woman that will carry my...

reminiscence poem 0

Strange Chinese Hat

Poem   There is Pâquerette in sepia toned photographs like a ghost in strange Chinese hat and shimmering dark dress. She sits beside Pablo in the old cafe on boulevard Raspail. Their knees nudge...

christmas poem 1

A Christmas Walk

Poem   The blooms have blown; Fall birds have flown, Something secret in the days has changed from warm to cold And the young woman in me feels it too, Chill air makes her...

Poems About Dreams 2

Lost

Poems About Dreams   I am lost and never found, is this what I deserve: life loveless and inert? I am lost, no one is around, is it my destiny, my curse: to be...

Place Poem, The Pacific Design Center 0

The Pacific Design Center

Place Poem   A man fell to his death. “Likely suicide,” they said, as if he tripped, dropped off eleven floors by accident or saw his widow place her hands over her ears to...

Holding Book 0

A Piece of Trust

I’m letting myself be tenderized by the “yes” and “no” of loving. The course salts sting my heart upon contact, burning. And yet, softening me to open for what may come next and next...

Winter Forest Road 1

Forests

There are places in the city that make me think of home- The back woods of New England, the winding, curving, tree-shrouded roads ancient stone walls that wound steadily at my side while I...