Poems from writerdeviant

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I am a teacher by calling, a writer by nature, a mother by grace, and a wife by choice. I love all my roles, though am better at some than at others. I write because I love it and because I need it to deal with a life that can be cruel and cynical as well as beautiful and mysterious. "Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar." Percy Bysshe Shelley
Roses are red, a color reserved  for fire and passion, burning inside  when you kiss  my eager lips and that space  between my  shoulder...
  A torn bookmark  lays abandoned in the blank pages  of a journal swollen with verse and vision,  invisible ink smearing each page with...
Somewhere in the pinnacle of mid-life crisis, I took a wrong turn and came across a roomful of broken mirrors that mocked  me with subtle...
  In the style of Kim Addonizio     I want a blue dress. I want it starched and unwelcoming; I want it so loose I forget I'm in it; I want...
  Sadistic seductress  of sultry lasciviousness,  the cruelty of your fingers  wrapped around others  like choke holds before  the...

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