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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On mothers: 9 of 174
Mother I left behind what created me, She who held me in her arms And whispered to me as a bairn. I left behind what made me woman She who inspired my freedom, My angry spirit though quiet demeanor. Oh Mother! In your watery eyes of the sea On a stormy day, or the tresses Of thick abundance, and the Strong and firm build, I ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Father: 13 of 130
Papa I don't think I ever called you Papa. But there were times when it seemed So right. Like now. A daughter's father is the first man She ever learns to love. Admiration Sometimes fear, awe in youth. Adults are gods to children And you were no exception. Perhaps you fell the hardest when The realization dawned within me Th... More..
Arts & Humanities > Poets & Poetry Great lines in poetry: 2 of 19
The determination of a great line in poetry is clearly a subjective one. Everyone of us is made up of the circumstance of our own pasts, dreams, triumphs, and struggles. What makes lines of poetry great for me are their resilience to time; the words that have stayed with me for years, or in a few instances, decades. The firs... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The fire within: 5 of 47
Little Lion Bending forward Drunken tones against drunken tones Is the bus coming? Lisa here's a quarter. My ears numb The music still pounding Brittle pounding Wade, buy me a beer. Drunk, old drunk stammering On the corner. Do I believe in God? Do you believe in God? Old crab waiting in an open door. Away with you old woman... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Broken love: 36 of 277
What What should I say to you Now that the dance is over? Now the merry bells ring no more And all lovers a-courtin' Have disappeared into the fields. What should I say to you When your eyes take that glassy tone? And you're leading me out Onto the path. What should I say to you When my heart aches no more? And all the love ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Struggle in life: 61 of 425
Broken And something in me has broken. Stretched beyond any normal capacity My soul is but an echo of itself; Wispy shadow fluttering On the morning breeze. And something in me broke. Gauzey, veil of naivety, gossamer, My psyche struggles against Ever changing frailties Of my childish heart. And something in me keeps breakin... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: In my dreams: 38 of 214
On Wing For shame. We fight the night flight. We lay in our sorry beds And think to stop the turning, Pounding, spinning whirling Of the carousel of night. Of the carousel of darkness. On wing My soul flies higher On wing Carry me onwards On wing. Flow with it. Bend double in your thoughts, Like an old man harried in his yea... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Loneliness: 130 of 579
Loneliness Loneliness shakes through me, Retching on the emptiness of my soul, Bile spews forth. Considering the appetizers, I choose the one that turns me again. What will settle my stomach In this dark hour? Before me I only see acid, That will bite deep into me. Emaciated I long for satiation. Empty I seek to be full. I t... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pregnancy: 12 of 46
Unknown We don't know each other yet. We acknowledge each other's existence, And feel the differences we impart. You're so small, barely visible To science. You can barely conceive The vastness of my body. I surround and glorify, You extract and consume. Not a passing glance we'll share For some time yet. Soon though, Very s... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Peace: 35 of 121
Peace of Mind Silken down covered his body, pale in this moonlight, His eyes reflected silver arrows sent to many And his lips pursed more than words. His chest heaved gently as he gave one brief, Little sigh. And the moon smiled upon him, Her arms stretched out to hold him within her Arms. And he nestled there, comforted by... More..