Tag: self
group name: poetrybyus
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December 13, 2006 11:35 AM EST --
Bruised Sky
Two days.
Two days free from the thick air of fear.
The Medicine woman took Temperance to the ocean.
The sky was the colour of a bruise.
The sea was as ashen as a dead mans face. . . . more
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July 06, 2008 12:06 AM EDT --
Midnight oasis: A forum where letters run
Became ghostly silenced as vertigo was sung
For steps a dirge was dancing, devoid of belief
With telltale signs of sorrow grinding down on me
And . . . more
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September 23, 2007 10:58 PM EDT --
A note to readers: this is a three-way collaboration between Gerry Wass, Boris G. and myself. It will take a bit for all the links to be in place, so please bear with us. I'd like to extend . . . more
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June 04, 2008 08:10 AM EDT --
Such a pretty face
God, how I despised hearing that!
You'd be such a pretty girl if...
If...if...if..
What made people think
they could say such things
to a little girl? . . . more
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October 08, 2007 10:30 PM EDT --
I feel so tired,
and these teardrops
won't stop falling;
Nothing is the same
since you're gone.
I look in the mirror,
and its me...just me
standing there,
loneliness my
only companion. . . . more
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December 26, 2007 04:28 PM EST --
( A curious thing happened in writing this poem to my daughter this Christmas. As I was writing it, I realized that not only was I writing it to her...I was writing it to the inner child inside . . . more
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July 07, 2008 12:46 PM EDT --
I often envision a scaled down me,
perfectly proportioned
with calves of a runner,
the sway of a dancer,
light as a feather
floating on the last breeze of summer,
splashing . . . more
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April 07, 2008 03:31 AM EDT --
Uh uh, don't put me on your pedestal
I've struggled my way through it all.
Grabbed hold of many a wrong handle
studying life along the way having a ball.
Don't you dare lift me beyond . . . more
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February 27, 2008 04:54 PM EST --
How delicious is the hub!
What a thrill to be the core!
Who chooses peripheral orbit
when the pivot point
lends such glamour and panache?
Oh, to be the reference,
to which others . . . more
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August 29, 2007 10:39 AM EDT --
Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one's definition of your life; define yourself.
- Harvey Fierstein
I Am
I am: a wife, mom, writer, . . . more
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June 16, 2008 01:32 PM EDT --
I would stand naked in front of the mirror,
rosy twin peaks staring back, and I would wonder
what to do with them...
. . . more
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June 24, 2008 09:03 PM EDT --
Trusting myself is scary,
because I've led myself down dark corridors,
danced on metal drums
when I should have kept to the soft pathway,
bloodied myself with shards of glass . . . more
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May 09, 2008 11:08 AM EDT --
You sit in your self-righteousness,
bow your head for all to see,
pointing your finger as you look down
from your self-made throne.
I can feel your razor eyes
cutting . . . more
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February 13, 2008 12:53 PM EST --
We all have a story to tell;
We all have a dream to dream;
We all rise with the sun
and fall with the darkness,
knowing we will rise again.
. . . more
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March 30, 2008 11:47 AM EDT --
Flapping around in the sand
like a flounder gasping for breath,
watching the passer bys
stare in disgust
now that I am exposed and broken;
You tell me to hang on,
but I'm suffocating; . . . more
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August 31, 2008 03:42 PM EDT --
It isn't easy,
running from Shame
as he chases you
down the street;
Duck and run
is a game that gets old,
but Shame is a
persistant fellow,
laughing at your triumphs,
adding a . . . more
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November 16, 2006 08:15 AM EST --
Gift
Crush the essential . . . more
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October 14, 2007 02:28 PM EDT --
An exercise in confronting self-doubt and insecurity. Please be free with criticism - I count on you to help me improve and identify my weaknesses.
Photo from "Dry Stone Walling" - Richard . . . more
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December 16, 2007 03:42 PM EST --
You avoid me,
run in fear when I call your name;
Your heart pounds,
your soul longs for me,
but you avoid me just the same.
Deep inside your shattered dreams,
there amidst . . . more
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December 17, 2007 08:59 AM EST --
Sometimes at night
I awake, facing the wall
and I run my hand
over my hip...
(I can actually feel the bone!);
I pretend I'm a skinny girl
with more bones
than flesh,
vinegar . . . more
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