Rachaela by A J Magy This poem is old, more so even than I. At the time, I thought it was possible to find myself in someon... [429 words]
There Is Stress by Maggie Birchwire - [102 words]
River Bank, A Collection by Duane Locke A collection of of verse - River Bank With For Sale Sign, A Weed In A Yard Where A Fen... [161 words]
Free by Larenda Kay Reynolds Lost Love. [35 words]
Reversion by J A Melody The power of human memory. [34 words]
Tunsenesya by J A Melody The irrepressibility of the human spirit. [87 words]
Pick Hit by Anastasius This poem is basically just about how you always wonder about things and you start to think youve fig... [307 words]
I, Movements In Automatic Writing by Tyurina E Allen a poem I wrote automatically. If you know a better title for it please tell m... [130 words]
Portrait Of Nothing by William M Faitel I wrote this poem during a hard time in my life. I had no direction to go, and life was co... [329 words]
Obsession by Nan C. Terra It is describing the turmoil of emotions that one feels when the person they chose to love refuses th... [395 words]
A Short Time Later... by Virginia A. Sheppard Partnership, acceptance and strength..I surrender [294 words]
Disquiet In Hesperides by Sandra Lee Larsen A poem. [178 words]
Eve And Adam by Philip Kuchar A feminist reworking of the Garden of Eden myth. [113 words]
The Lake by Philip Kuchar A tale of a lover's call from beyond the grave. [179 words]
As I Walk by Kerry L. Schofield This is a poem written in response to a certain mood I was in while deciding one morning that everyth... [114 words]
Golden Wishing Well by Virginia A. Sheppard Look unto your dreams for the golden wishing well. [494 words]
Clutter by Nelly B Capra A poem about how we try without success to get rid of our clutter. Maybe we should take a closer look a... [25 words]
You by J. Michael Kearney Free verse on a break up. [143 words]
Dying Lessons by J. Michael Kearney A short free verse about the grieving process. [195 words]
Stargazing by Silents A memory of the night when love entered my life for the first time. [62 words]
Angel In My Eyes by Silents This is a poem written for a young lady who entered my life at it's lowest point. Through her ... [167 words]
Find Or Loose? by Maria Little-Hawk - [64 words]
Steps by Maria Little-Hawk [41 words]
Description.... by Maria Little-Hawk When you trying to discribe the fairy tale. [72 words]
The Old Hollow Tree by Virginia A. Sheppard A special tree that lies within the hearts of two lovers who long to be together without th... [373 words]
Tears by Rhonda De Pietto Ocasio A Poem. [116 words]
Faith Or Insanity? by Rhonda De Pietto Ocasio A Poem. [60 words]
America! by Tim Scaserini A (very) angry (performance) poem relating to the unsatisfying nature of American chocolate. [75 words]
A Day At The Office by Robert Lopez To brief to describe... [97 words]
The Missing Of You by Debra Phillips A poem. [58 words]
Death's Caress by Laura Ashlene Attwood A 5 week travelling love affair with a remarkable man who subsequently died, inspired these work... [475 words]
As They Say by Fizzgig McArthur The poem I wrote after she left me. [62 words]
Nighttime by Fizzgig McArthur This is the story of the night passing. [79 words]
Funnel by Fizzgig McArthur - [107 words]
Cycle Of Love by Sue Brown One day I realized my son was treating me the same way I treated my own mother at one time. [70 words]
Tarot Magic by Sue Brown This is a poem about not listening to our inner voice. [199 words]
Feel The Touch by Lisa - [108 words]
Kitchen Light by M. Parker The warmth of a new home. [68 words]
One Chance by Steve Barney This is a story about how it is up to us (mankind), to make this world work. Everyone has to do the... [119 words]
The Tree And The Wind by Johannes Pastore A poem on irreconcilable needs/differences. [132 words]
Sean Penn by Drexler McStyles Through drug-addled eyes.... [100 words]
Swings In The Sand by Drexler McStyles A poem about the beauty that engulfed my mind for an evening. [159 words]
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I write cathartically, about what moves me, about myself and my experiences. My poetry is a mirror I glance at when I need to, the reflection depending on my mood or state of mind at the time.
Laura Ashlene Attwood
I'm a twenty seven year old woman, working as a freelance journalist, but presently unemployed. My poetry reflects my love of travel and my relationships and life experiences. I've travelled widely and lived in various countries. For the past three years I've been working in news and current affairs in radio and television. Interests include meditation and yoga and volunteer work.
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Death's Caress (Poetry) A 5 week travelling love affair with a remarkable man who subsequently died, inspired these works. These poems are a cathartic reaction to my devastation at his death. [475 words]
Laura Ashlene Attwood
free from the tree
The lifeblood remains,
nothing to support
its colour drains.
Once luscious in its
now shrivelled into nothing.
The miniscule embers
dissipate in the wind.
Laura Attwood Nov 1996
an unfulfilled longing,
emptying from inexplicable depths.
seemingly temporarily cast off;
yet ever permanent
Laura Oct 1996
Vibrant colours dot the fathomless grey backdrop
Scarlet buses trickle the green landscape
Perpetual movement scars the regularity of the palette,
becoming part of that very regularity.
Scores of ants always moving,
mysterious places to go,
sense of purpose uppermost.
No time to deviate.
There’s only one mode
all people in this city follow it.
Deep into the depths
where the ants live.
Their mobile homes are impersonal,
enforced and intrusive.
Gratefully leaving the pit,
the ants frantically burrow out
once again beginning the purposeful
journey ...... to where?
Laura Attwood 1996
My wings felt heavy
I battled against the smothering snow
which threatened my flight.
All encompassing heavens beckoned
Struggling to take off, faltering ... I failed
Buckled, snow swamped ...trapped
Exhausted, frustrated - all hope lost
This was not my fate ...
into the blinding brilliance
Trickling off my wings, caressing,
stroking me to rejuvenation
all weight extinguished by the light.
Feeling free to soar
I now feel infinite liberation.
Previous freedom engulfed by a swelling, fathomless
understanding of true freedom
I can never return to the snow swamped wilderness that was
Now is my time to soar to boundless heights
growing lighter still,
ever journeying closer to the source of my release,
the saviour of my freedom...
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