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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On mothers: 4 of 186

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 ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Father: 7 of 131

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...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Broken love: 15 of 269

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 ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Struggle in life: 55 of 383

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...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A moment: 30 of 169

Saccharine "We all have Sundays." she said. The blood red sunset collapsed around her, Surrounding her form like water, Soft and gentle and warm. In that glimpse, a sense of magic Pervaded and stopped time. She brushed her hair as one might Stir molasses, slow and easy, Turning it within the bristles To something as cotton a...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: In my dreams: 37 of 196

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...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Choiceless: 3 of 15

Pain Turning. "This sleep won't last forever." They say. Tossing. "Reality will bite." They promise. Salt of the sleep tear Dries a crusty line Down my cheek. The cradle of arms My parents promise Is too far from the reach Of my knowing. To go to those who stretch To meet me Means giving up everything else. I cry out In this...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Loneliness: 125 of 541

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...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The fire within: 16 of 60

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...
Arts & Humanities > Poets & Poetry Great lines in poetry: 4 of 15

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...