Suborn Poems - Poems about Suborn

...In the midst of the raging waves, they watched her gulp the callous cunning darts. Her crumbly heart cruelly impaled; the fate that enslaves. So fondly she’d mask the marks. Her soul would ache a......

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... pulchritudinous ingots chisel and shades dazzle and illuminate umpteen reasons poetry is like a swirling, susurrus-sibilant chimera of innuendo arty souls, albeit vapid syntax around sere......

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...The Gift of ‘Not’ Knowing I have toyed with the thought of free-will as a curse (Hell reserved for bad choices, but Grace earned a joke?) Is there madness or peace for those gifted by God (or b......

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...Friends close say, “You’re addicted!” Stanford, “Meter, rhyme afflicted! So not with it! Wasting time!” My poetry! Is it a crime? I'm guilty! Yes! What's lost to them? I'm stupid too if sharin......

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...Let the poet in me tell the world what I see, Won't you enter my dream, join the flow of life's stream, Make this world be a hummingbird's garden. Muse's beak probe your heart, so you too play a p......

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...Don’t get my soul until I'm born, Umbilical is cut you see, Life's costs begin (though child IS free!) My sin now starts as I suborn My mother's breast and warmth, I cry! This love's reward? I......

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...The Barretts of Wimpole Street Imagine you’re a woman, with a mind as trained, acute and fertile as exists. Imagine that your erudite, refined creations top each year’s best-seller lists. Yo......

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...(Pierantonio Stiattesi really existed. He was somehow on the periphery of the Gentileschi social circle. Tassi really did send him a sonnet entitled, “Change, change, Stiattesi!” Some years aft......

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...Imagine you’re a woman, with a mind as trained, acute and fertile as exists. Imagine that your erudite, refined creations top each year’s best-seller lists. You write in English, French and Por......

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...Mystery this frail existence— leaning into heedless wind. Omen of pale dawn’s insistence— all are fallen; all have sinned. Distant birth’s incipient morn— divergent lives their myriad courses.......

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...Treatise of love suborn Of feelings, desires shorn With parochial aspirations born On ritual wings bourne Romance brokered forlorn On christening morn, personal license torn Deeded by title; ......

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...How strange now, this convo, contradiction A man who eats with no silverware, only fingers Asking why I don't love, with future addiction He laughs with whole body and asks me why From a diffe......

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