• Living the 'merican dream

    Checkout at the marketThere she is21 years oldDropped out of high school at 16Baby in one armFive year old at her feetTwo different fathersThey both left as soon as they knew she was pregnantShe lives with her mom &...

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    • Powerfully written, highly realistic, and illuminating poem on some people’s lives. You wrote this so well, my friend. The ongoing tragedy is captured with vivid and clear storytelling that gives the reader a glimpse into what is going on with this woman through observations so clear that I can empathize with her. She seems to be a result of an upbringing that left her lost. And you illustrate this perfectly here.

      John

    • It is a sad reality for most. But her priorities are fucked! Thank you my friend. Appreciate the feedback!

    • Truth be told. Life is often cold.

    • Another write that punches you in the gut. Well done!

    • Powerfully penned, Keith. Priorities lead to choices, great write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Priorities schmiorities… it is indeed a sad reality for many as Adira stated. But I mean come on??? I’d free bleed if it came down to feeding my kid, something’s gotta give here…

      Also hope the POS who gave her the bruises got what he deserved..

      Well done my friend, you’re amazing as always!

      xx
      ~P.G💋

    • You did a great job with this, dear Keith! You are a precise observer and fantastic and non judgmental storyteller who léaves it to the reader to make up their own mind. Concerning me, I pity the woman but at the same time I can’t understand that her baby isn’t her first priority. If possible, breastfeeding would be a wise idea to give the child a solid basis for a healthier life. Maybe, just maybe this baby could be the person to break the vicious crcle of violence, poverty and hopelessness.

      • Hello Sappho. Options were there for this woman but she chose what mattered for herself, not the baby. You hope the kid has a brighter future, but the % of that is very slim. Thanks my friend.xo

  • She was tricked

    You and me Let's do it!The rooftop tonightLife hasn't been so good to usShe agreedWe arrived at the top of our apartment complex10 stories down is the sidewalkI looked at her she looked at meI turned aroundShe threw herself...

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    Inkletting

    It begins—not with a word—but a winnowing of silence.An inkling.This hush before quill bleedsonto the parchment.The ink drop dangles,glistens in my candlelight.A golden glimmer on a black drop. That is all it takes.As doubt ripples, certainty dissolves,while the poetry spills. I...

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    Evening Rest

    Your long-awaited evening rest,once beckoned by your bedroom light,has called you in.  Sandcastle's crest,sworn to defend, must bid goodnight. Day seeks its end.  At dawn's first sight,your long-awaited evening restrestored your flight.  Your passion soaredbeyond the nest where you'd recite  your...

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    • Powerfully penned, DK. This one pulls at the heartstrings my friend. Phenomenal write, thanks for sharing. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • You amaze me every time you put pen to paper…

    • You’re an impressive writer. Thank you for sharing.

    • Bad Uncle is impressed ….

      BIG LIKE

    • Beautifully worded. Magically intriguing. You present this topic with patience & understanding. A gentle, moving piece. Nice work DK.

    • Very nice and, very likely, my favorite form.

    • Your imagery cushions the blow of loss with love. 🌼

    • Me too. Thanks for reading, Mary!

    • It’s a formal poetry style called a Quatern. Eight syllables per line, four stanzas.
      Thanks for checking this out, SeaCat!

    • Beautiful and peaceful. I often wonder as everyone does, what is next. I think it’s not for us to know so we get to choose to believe whatever. I choose to believe I’ll be reunited with everyone I lost and miss. And if I’m wrong well not like I’ll know.

      Great ink

      • Even if it is what we believe, it probably won’t be the way that we think.
        Thanks so much for reading this, Nick. I love your comments!

        xoxo

    • If nothing else, DK🍷

      I’m helplessly obliged to bow, Dear Poetess, in sheer respect and awe at how accomplished your poetic acumen has been developed … and, this brilliantly rendered French Quatern rendering proves how genuinely undeniable it truly is.
      Your amazingly diverse skills are brought vibrantly to light via the many varied themes you bring to the page in widely abundant mastery of poetic forms, command of diction, flowing syntax, metaphoric imagery, emotive instinct, spot-on enjambments and rhymes, and so much more … all brought forth through the rich poetic voice of that of a poetesses’ poetess.

      “You know me not, though knew me well.
      I cannot reach you through the white
      of Heaven’s clouds … as they ingest
      your long-awaited evening rest.”

      How more perfectly validated could loss of memory be expressed(?) … I really do not know.
      And, your Artwork choice? Exemplary!

      Well, lest I wear thinner my exuberant welcome, let me close with a simple humble, “Sigh!”
      Most reverently, Dear Lady-Poet! ⁓ Richard 🙏

      • I’m going to shove my tongue down your throat, Richard. I’m sorry. I can’t help it. I want to French Quatern you to death. I promise not to make you suffer, though. I’ll do things to take your mind off suffocating. Give me your little white cloud of Heaven.

        xoxo

    • Suffering? What suffering?
      Seems my “mind” you’ve already distracted … and, if I happen to suffocate, what a way to go … LOL!

    • Hey ITR! Damn, I’m glad you’re back. When I was reading your stuff, I noted you hadn’t signed on in a month. At least, that’s what it looked like. I’m glad you didn’t miss your gold medal. I love your prose.

      So, thanks for the review and critique. I need to go back and adjust the spacing properly. I’m not sure what happened there. This kind of poem should have stanzas (quatrains). Anyway, I’m so glad you like it. I love the Blue Ridge Mtns btw. How lovely it must be to live there. I’m from N.C. and visited The Biltmore many times – not so far away.

    • Now I can see why its a winner!
      I feel sad for not reading this one before. A heart touching write. Well done!
      And congrats! “)

      • Oh, thank you, M.E
        I’ve got a lot of crap posted. Easy to miss something. I’m glad you like this.

        xoxo

    • Wow, the meter in this is gorgeous. Evokes the great classic poets. Impressive.

    • Tremendous work. Powerful writing.

  • Black Hole (N.E)

    IWhy share a bed,if not to meltlike sugar in warm teatwo bodies sweetening the same silence?IIDoes the moon riseonly to watch the earth sleep.No! It comes to touch,to stir tides in the dark.IIILet us not be strangerswearing the same...

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