Poetess Poems | Examples of Poetess Poetry

There are two days I know Yesterday and today Yesterday laid the cross I bear Cross I dared not to wear Forever we stay, they say, But the thorns stares away In the pasture last known to stray, Cradle land, a means to an end Forgive me if I stray to forever land For my kin, I bared my soul to...

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QUESTIONS POETS AND WRITERS ASK ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On my laptop’s screen, words twist and twine, I ponder, “Is this plot truly mine?” With a character's frown, Will my story break down? Or will sadness and joy combine? As I scribble, “What rhymes with orange?” I chuckle, “Should my hero be foreign?” ...

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Like Merlin, we graze At thoughts limitless, Benign souls scribbling, Keyboards inspired, Or so it seems, Faith doubts and believes, Love's days dreaming, Stars, the moon, our muse, Makes our happy hearts, Okay poets!...

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The pavement claims ice cream from little sticky fingers. Cries echo through the air, tugging at the heartstrings of first-time parents. Turned-out pockets disarmed, everyone walks away with a smile~some wide, some forced, and some bewildered....

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I. THE WANDERING I was born with a life that bled— a seafloor womb dragging tides of fern and marigold char The priests brought saffron and fear crowning me with diagnosis They said: She is too empty They said: Fill her with figs with seed with stillness They said: Her belly speaks too loud Mute her O Plato old patriarch of phantoms my body was no beast— just prophecy you never learned...

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Some have watched her rising from an ocean of time. Her sightings return at the pull of each luna cycle. No clamshell boats for her, after she rises from the waves she and the shoreline disappear she's only to be seen driving a classic Chevy convertible or riding a gayly adorned donkey. She is sister to desert nights, and all the dance moves of the free roaming...

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For once in my life, I want to be a poem, Written with many metaphors, By a poet with a heart that flows Flowers of romanticism like the rivers That roar with devotion deeper than the oceans. I may never last forever, Immortalise me in your poem, I want to smile forever, I have had oceans of tears Splashing my heart And tearing me...

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In the night I heard her voice ...

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In The Waiting Womb Thereof (Apropos Of Poetic Onement) Thanks for being here with me in the waiting time of the birthing flow from the poetic womb thereof: We mind-pregnant poets have all experienced that spacing time reality of which poets must be in waiting for the waiting poetic womb to give birth:- At times, we’re forced to realize that we, too,...

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blinkered by formal training counting bright abacus beads of syllables mindful not to step on cracks— rhythm is everything the audience c h e e r s !!! the runner-up jeers— maybe next time the nexus of … the bows and brasses displayed ...

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initially thought I Am Anaya Asian girl looking at the sky ...

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Remind me, Lord, how blessed I am! I have no disease, from which to fear. Nor, do I live to be a winning poet! I am just average, and I do know it. A family outstanding, fills my heart with joy. A grandchild, off with honors, to University! A Varsity-lettered, humbled, grown boy! Remind me, Lord, how blessed I am! I outlived a...

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When I was younger, I thought that in retirement I would take pictures of or paint beautiful clouds situated so vividly above us. Clouds more often appear as wonderous displays in the canopy. Clouds sometime seems so ominous and threatening. Clouds often hover above us like a band of darkness and at other times, they are white and crystal...

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Artless tasteless full of lies, is why abhor poetry by AI....

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