Sarah McKeever Hitt : Writing

Pauperlike regal romance.

Pauperlike regal romance.

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt


If there was ever a question of my affections for you,I would not be able to answer other than to say"From start of day until close of night,you are t..
Phoenix

Phoenix

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt


You ought to be a fancy force,fluttering about as a pretty birdwith feathers so colorful and brilliantthat people will call you flashy and boastfulbec..
thirty twenty five

thirty twenty five

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt


I am guilty of the worst kind of innocenceThe sort of misguided blissthat hidden papers warn ofon pages that nobody ever reads.I am on thin ice todayi..
Summer afternoon.

Summer afternoon.

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt


Perhaps I am sentimentaland full of wistful make believeat times I am not so sure if my feet even touch earthbut tonight I am sure of one thing.The ru..
Well, what of that?  (Swan Song)

Well, what of that? (Swan Song)

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt


Maybe this is the last of itMy swan songPlease. Oh please.If I put this all down in words-please. Will the hurt finally be done?I am willing to tell t..
This Tyrannous Love

This Tyrannous Love

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt


Someday I will flyhigher than the skythat was placed in my eyeswhen I first saw your face.I will be blindby the light that my eyes can't seebecause of..
This April

This April

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt


My breath catches over youmy soul core hurts in a wrecked pulsewith the knowledge that you won't die over mebut part of me must die for youor the rest..
Today I find you ugly.

Today I find you ugly.

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt


Standing water collects, I hit the pause button on mourning loveastounded by the quick fixI found for you breaking my heartTenderness emotes questions..
Simple Question.

Simple Question.

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt


In your corner of the universe; (Where your dreams meet your heartbeats-Where the door to your soul is opened by the light of your talents and joy)is ..
7

7

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt


This seventh yearthe third timefinds me wonderingwhen I will be satisfied with what I have.I don't know if the breath momentwill ever arrive when I wo..