Best Story Poems

Her paintbrush is a razor,
Her canvas, her wrists,
"I deserve the pain."
She shrugs and insists.

One day the brush will push down,
And it will cut so deep,
That this girl will fall
into an eternal sleep.

She doesn't remember how she started
What brought her interest to this,
How do you discover,
that...

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Curl around me, take a chance 
escape in this sweet romance, 
create a story with me . . . 



I want to live in your poetry

The beginning is moving so slow 
and the middle lingers way too long, 
this ending I need to know
- so...

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My depression grows everyday,
It started as a come and go,
It decided to stay and create a black cloud,
All I can do,
Is sit and hope,
Wish and dream,
Cry and smile,
I fake these looks for my family,
They feel responsible,
Like they caused my pain,
Truth is,
No one caused it,
It just...

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"It was 6 or 7 years ago
Or so I'd like to think
I traveled to my eye doctor..
(I should'a seen a "shrink"!!)

My dad and I we awaited
In a filled up waiting room
Patients all a'seat
Magazines all askew
There wasn't much to say there
There wasn't much to do...

Slowly I...

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I was wiping the dust off an old snow globe in the upstairs attic, when a mop of honey-blonde hair suddenly appeared through the wooden flooring.
     "I thought I'd find you here," said the voice, warm and feminine. It was a...

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(Alternative Ending for Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater)

Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater.
Do you think he kept his wife so well
by putting her inside a pumpkin shell?
Inside that shell she had no room
to move around. A rotten groom
was Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater.

In the end, his wife could not...

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The story never gets too old.
It never loses flavor,
About the sweet young peasant girl,
Who was the mother of our Savior;

And how He grew into a Man,
And became a great teacher,
Surpassing all the wisdom,
Of the profits, leaders and preachers.

He didn't teach by word alone.
He taught us...

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Worn wood is on the barn
like wrinkles from a hard life
Many long years have passed
It served its purpose, now filled
Things people didn't want to let go 
As I walk toward the entrance,
I could feel memories burn
Not mine, but others that are left behind
It is like...

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A windswept bluebell I am
even though the sun is high in the sky
The wind ruffled the hair
my skin would slowly freeze like mosaic
Want to paint the picture with beautiful thoughts
but difficult to find the rainbow


Tears, so many tears
my heart ripped apart
The pain took a different...

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Sarah’s Story - Mental Illness

Sarah, the “Crazy Lady,” was a familiar sight,
roaming the streets any time of day or night.
Her foul body odor announced her presence,
as she paraded around in her filthy, smelly garments. 
Walking barefoot regardless of the weather,
in her state of mind, she...

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Dancing Water

silk cobalt tide
narwhals take a dive 
How deep is the big sea?

:-) Contest...

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Once, a long ways away, and a long time ago
Lived a wee little man with his silly pet crow;
And once every day, as the sun went to bed
The wee little man and the crow he called Ted
Would go through the woods on a nice little...

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A heart read and quoted by many in this lifetime
Battle scars that remain and yet shielded by a peace of mind
Walked several miles and traveled while teaching others how to embrace
Remains courageous, faithful and strong with persistence in any given case
Blindsided by those who are...

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Sheer poetry in motion with a picnic basket in hand 
Laughing brandishing a bottle as he lopes along the sand
His handsome features completely wreathed in smiles
Lifts and twirls me round - my squeal must be heard for miles

These endless waves of joy just washing over...

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Abigail’s Spring  

Beneath the shelter of winter’s barren arbor
My winter abused heart
Watches the day’s light linger in the sky resisting darkness -
Begging to play a little longer every day –
Pushing twilight away at arm’s length with pink and brilliant orange
Leaving wispy trails of color...

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