Astrid Poems - Poems about Astrid

... One day we were surfing for something to watch on TV when purely by happenstance we found on PBS “Astrid and Raphaëlle’ a detective show…from France. Astrid, who works in Criminal Records, is A......

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...From within a cage overflowing with tears a voice calls. I look out my skin glowing in the darkness. Starlight. One word, scratched upon a sheet of paper. Starlight. I was not trapped in the ......

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...Six relatives shell upon shell of relationships Each layer has its function Even hens keeps the family in order My sister Lina and I are completely different only a leaf thin wall separate......

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... "50 Words for Poe: Circadian" He pushed the envelope under her door when she opened it, in her Ghost hands, it read, “Circadian nymph, put......

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...Where sorrow and silence reigns When all words are used up The bottomless grief Loss gives the feeling of hopelessness You fell asleep so quiet when the journey was over Goodbye to nature an......

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...Many many years ago When I was very small We attended a wedding in Amsterdam This memory I recall Jan and Astrid had got married Balloons decorated the wedding hall Wedding favour......

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...A woman in a fairy world, made from human dreams Goddess fair, conceived and born in the time of love Bound to a place of whispering breeze and moonbeams Voice as soft and gentle and the coo of th......

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... Once upon a Pike’s Peak dreary, This witch said her name was Carrie, Fog so thick couldn’t see nary, Though her screech was a bit scary! Suddenly the thick fog lifted, What I saw was nary g......

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...I pay homage to a special group Our ladies here on Poetry Soup I shall start my list with mother Beer A Lady with whom I hold so dear Of Elaine George it’s clear to see She melts my heart wi......

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...for astrid or helmsley, susanna or holden virgin to the pain skin not stained by blood that marches like ants across down. closed pink folds or an unpolished tip no tears of acid rain. w......

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