Best Hanger Poems

In those bleak fields that so quietly lie - stilled as graves,
Between where the thin wind creaks and upwardly heaves,
Unseen feet can sometimes be heard...

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He undresses rumor to reveal lies
this is how the desperate man cries,
Extra Extra he tries to sadden ya,
a bundle of rancor rambles from the shambles...

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Dear Fridge, you’re getting up in years. Oh, my!
How many now? You must be twenty-five!
The dishwasher already I’ve seen die.
How ever have YOU managed to...

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Finally, as afternoon sun splayed
through the picture window
onto wood floor and last pieces of furniture,
I packed that summer on the lake
into a box, mitering indigo...

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Through lickings, like a Timex, my husband’s hard-core.
Evermore, heart ticking, he goes on.
They don’t make his model any more.

Not cut out for college, he gathered...

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With the dawning of every new day
Comes the chance for my mood to change
It's really no secret how this I do
As I don the apparel...

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>Most fictional books are pretend.
The hero should win in the end.
Unless you write a trilogy.
Each must end on a cliff hanger, agree!

Then the next one,...

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The chocolate box melts slowly on the fire,
The cards and diamonds captivate no more,
The champagne cork exploded free of wire,
Lies propulsion spent upon the floor.
The...

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Duke’s
leather
leash remains
where it always
hung on the hanger by the kitchen door. 
I feel lonely without him by my side
but his paw prints
are ingrained
in my
heart


Double Tetractys...

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I have travelled through the cluttered corridors of my tired mind countless times. 
I have reached deep into the dark abyss of my captive soul...

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This page shows my writing process and is part of Poetrysoup's first workshop.  The workshop's intent is to reveal how revision strengthens a poem....

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The excitement starts
The second I wake up
I have the biggest smile ever
Today I am jumping
Today I will fly

My stomach has butterflies
A tea and I’m ready...

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Red substance on the floor
Fleshy
Spatter on the walls

Dog ends in the ashtray
Deceased
Smoke pushing at the windows

Glass lying on the table
Splintered
Contents dripping off the edge

Photos torn...

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Give God all the credit and all of the praise
For all that He's done for you during your hectic days
And if you're a witness to...

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Exploring the suburbs at Melbourne
Glad are the late nights’ burnt

Bustling Bourke Street Mall
Epitome of a retail therapy’s call

The archaic Flinder’s Station
Scheduling warrants attention

Cho-chooing to Sydney
Never...

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