Best Label Poems

I'd married at 21 and moved overseas with my husband's work, so it had been many years since I had visited my gran at Rose...

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               maybe
my works are only writes
   should poetry speak...

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Stood upright, between two roads,
On a thin metal rail,
A solitary, brown coloured bottle 
Of beer,          ...

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My mental health is complicated
Now euphoric, next sedated
Nightmares daily duplicated
All my friends are alienated 
Happy times? They're confiscated
Mental health is complicated 

My mental health is...

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She's like the night, a lampshade lit across the room 
also a rose in a summer garden always ready to bloom  
She's like a...

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You ripped me 
One word at a time
Shredded my smile
Pulled at my sensitivity
I was never strong enough 
To pull back my paper heart

You took the...

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How do I shed the label
of a white oppressive man
Do I listen to the message
of Obama's "Yes we can!"
Perhaps I'll go out marching 
With women...

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The old screen door still welcomes me, a familiar song I've heard before..
But oddly now, it's out of tune, a strange new wail of some...

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A Child's Thanksgiving Prayer 

Lord, I thank thee as I sit to eat,
For mashed potatoes that I helped to make.
And thanks, dear Lord, we're having...

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One evening, much like any other
striated feathers of pinks, and deepest primrose
colored the clouds with facets of light, tapering inward
Traces of gold between each color,...

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The hungry mouth of misery swallowed me.
In sorrow I walked the edge of a cerulean sea.
Along its shoreline, my wistful eyes have wept.
Tears fell on...

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As last surviving acorn,
I hang about all day.
My skin is smooth and swarthy
Beneath a chic beret.
Horse chestnuts call me puny
But I don’t really care
For Mother...

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Is there an eternal metaphor for love?
Is forever a sinful oath abandoned in
an archive of poems with alienated alliteration.
Hidden behind simile and ironic verses?

Why does...

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It gradually turned chilly between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Although Frosty the Snowman rarely visited our part of Texas, his pal, Jack Frost, surely did. ...

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Often made to feel you’re less
Should you care any more?
Can you escape the cruelty,
while occupying your own shore?

People remain unbalanced,
by only seeing you one way.
For...

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