Best Charlotte Poems

Grim fog, I praise the shelter of your drear,
the sundown ghost morose not grandiose,
I walk alone - but, no -- with my despair;
a bittern bids...

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Rest now
O restless heart
released in ebb   to flow

ride the other side of the king tide rising
buoyant your movement in rise with the waves
Rise!...

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With threads of golden light, your spirits flare,
Each woman shines, a steadfast astral pyre,
Your valiant souls defy the tethered snare,
Like distant suns that pierce the...

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Out in the middle of a large farmland, I become a girl of old charm and unexpected songs again. Past the flanks where cluttered rows...

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You lost my life.
     Sharp as a knife...
     You lost a lot of things.
     Your memory in my heart
     Still sings...

Today...

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He 
has certainly 
perfected the art 
of being a smart a** -
a trait that swims like a tadpole 
in his father’s gene pool
and nurtured by...

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I love my little corner of the yard
when nearby Lilac Bush perfumes the air.
The human dwellers treat me with regard.
They sit behind their house and...

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Going out of his way, the obliging taxi driver drives to the top of the hill.
      A young man gets...

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I will never forget you ...
   each one I love ... gone for Heaven above
      my sister left...

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I sat quietly and waited, making the noises he had come to know, calling him in his newly given name.  His face would appear,...

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Today’s wind shifts too fast like a tangle
of invisible lint…perhaps dust, quivering
unto fissure of grass where my heart scrapes,
as if the air denies unanswered questions
so...

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He skis down the slopes
of a snow covered mountain
racing against time
and his main adversary...
avalanche in hot pursuit. 

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Written 28th May 2016
Contest: Traditional Tanka
Sponsor: Charlotte J....

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i love the taste of the moon...
tangerine, compared to the metal taste
of the blistering noontime temperature.
and to inhale the embroidery  of evening,
to me, is...

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My poem is patterned after John Crowe Ransom's "Blue Girls." I suppose you could call it a parody. His poem appears below mine.


Styling in your...

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Pretending can be a bold form of experimentation
and inventiveness. In pretending joy or happiness,
we may discover or enhance our capacity for it.

Harriet Lerner

Lord Leofric: ...

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