Quatrain Poems
The Wind On The Ledge
by Chloe Foster
The wind scatters her hair,
The fragile fabric of her shirt clings to her back.
The wind attempts to push her forward,
As her crowded and crammed mind begins to retract.
Trapped in a memory,
Existing in the exhausting grasp of the past,
Her world; wrapped up in a few moments,
A box of trauma and pain that has yet to pass.
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Continue readingIn Sated Passion
by Joe Cyr
(anaphora)
In sated passion there we lie
In sated passion one hand on thigh
In sated passion we drift to sleep
In sated passion sweet dreams do creep
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Continue readingIt Seems Like Ages
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
In happier days not so long ago,
It was the prettiest peach on the tree;
But the sun has gone and everyone's left,
Now only traces of the memory.
It was so plump, red orange and gold,
And reveled in its heyday of the sun,
But now sits here alone shriveled and dry,
On a pantry shelf, unseen by anyone.
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In Sated Passion
by Joe Cyr
(anaphora)
In sated passion there we lie
In sated passion one hand on thigh
In sated passion we drift to sleep
In sated passion sweet dreams do creep
The Wind On The Ledge
by Chloe Foster
The wind scatters her hair,
The fragile fabric of her shirt clings to her back.
The wind attempts to push her forward,
As her crowded and crammed mind begins to retract.
Trapped in a memory,
Existing in the exhausting grasp of the past,
Her world; wrapped up in a few moments,
A box of trauma and pain that has yet to pass.
......
December Light
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
In frostiness of December, crystal snowflakes enthrall,
It's a month I long remember, coming after colors fall,
A season of love and magic, when hope's everywhere,
As vivid lights and twinkling stars, together fill the air!
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