Poems from writerdeviant
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...