Anne Poems

I talked with the new moon tonight

I talked with the new moon tonight,
And asked: - How fast,
How slow
The seasons come and go,
The birds migrate, the grass is getting dry,
And not be late
In life,
In death,
At birth, how loud do we have to shout?
How long to stay?
And wait,
And count,
How slow, how fast we have to love,
And get a glimpse of quicksand,
A touch of

Anne Sexton, Why I took My Own Life

I wore my mind like a corset—tight, laced, unseen—
while the world asked me to smile with lipstick teeth
and stir the soup without stirring the storm inside.

There were mornings I woke as if embalmed,
already dressed in the hush of death's silk slip,
no reason, no riot—just a fog that would not lift.

The walls of my room pulsed

Not Anne but Gabrielle

Not Anne, But Gabrielle
by Gabrielle Munslow

If you want me to take you to another time,
take my hand.
Don’t furrow your brow.

Slick with storylines,
my tongue twists
like an adder.

Poetry spills—
some good, some bad,
but always real.

I write of suffering.
I write of death.
I write of want.

No pretty, prophetic prose.
But I can still
slip a ditty off my toes.

I am Anne with

Anne Frank : verse

   Anne Frank
sweet
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Fiddlesticks

There was a young man bought a pangolin
but thought it was a mandolin
to be played like a violin
he tipped its scales 'til they creaked
tweaked its tail so it squeaked 
and named the bow Anne Bowleyn

I Wonder What Anne Frank Would Say

Anne* Frank's earthly life, coldly cut short, 
yet, in our hearts and minds, she always lives,  
as, it seems, her spirit no one could thwart,  
nor the humanity her message gives. 

Sorry if I misrepresent the words
that emerged from her brave and precious pen.
I note it was not her who spoke of herds,
and

Under Surveillance

 
Agents against 'Woke'
ban, monitor
revise, exclude
like
'Natives' intruded
like
ships didn't deliver slaves
like
Anne Frank didn’t journal
like
separate was equal
like
history was meant to be revised
like
they want to see it.

Anne

It was the beautiful Anne 
who bore the secret to his smile,
Maybe the wrinkle of her eye when she smiled,
The beautiful Anne was a blessing in disguise,
She was the heartbeat of his life,
To him she was the painter of life in disguise,
The floor she walked was kissed by him,
He was the happiest man when Anne

Anne Boleyn Saved the Day

I came across a tale one day
about a hatchet on display
a crowd be had an oddity
I see no man but only me
mind pays less, its tales interest
as time goes fast like growing grass
the tailor comes and sits right down
the storyteller's not around
then, frightfully in front of me
fate dealt a blow, the hatchet be
from whence it

Willie Anne Finds Faeries

Willie Anne finds faeries at least once a day
Sometimes in the field, forest, meadow or hay
How she finds them, no one can say
but when we come out, they all fly away

Legendary Teacher and Student

Born in New England in the wake of the Civil War,
Her folks fled Irish famine and landed on our shore.
At age five, she took sick, losing almost all her sight.    
At eight, her mother died, and her father, he took flight.

She and her kid brother went to a house for the poor.
Soon

Anne Girvan's Decree

At the heart of Marescaux Road’s Maroon and Gold
Lived a timid girl with dreams yearning to unfold.
An inner-city teen with a spirit aglow
Yet hidden in shadows, her potential lay low.

Then entered a teacher with passion ablaze
A beacon of hope, guiding through life’s maze.
With eyes full of kindness and words like a song
She saw through the

I Knew Anne Silently - My Ravenous Poe

**Trigger Warning**



"I Knew Anne Silently - My Ravenous Poe" 

I knew Anne.
you’d think 
with a name like hers
she’d be able to find her way 
out of unchartered waters.

it didn’t come as a suprise, 
then, on second thoughts, much later,
that she would write a poem for me -
and there I lay on the kitchen floor 

Book - the Diary of a Young Girl - Anne Frank

Forced into hiding from the Nazi's, Young Anne's account moves me to tears

My Valentine Anne

My valentine Anne. 


No matter where I walk, when were apart. 
You’re always near and in my heart. 
My dreams are filled, with visions of you. 
My love will stand and always be true. 

I have traveled this land from coast to coast. 
I know it is you I love the most. 
Now I know

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