Art Freeman : Writing

I Can Read Her

I Can Read Her

A Poem by Art Freeman


When a man...loves a bookworm...
DESPONDENT (in progress)

DESPONDENT (in progress)

A Poem by Art Freeman


suppose you werejust a mold of whatyour soul used to holdor used to be;so cold, exposedto the winter breeze.suppose you wereso despondent;robbed of it..
Rape

Rape

A Poem by Art Freeman


sadness dampens her pillows inside and out each comforter loses its softness and clout yet she's forced to find comfort without everythi..
An Unwritten Poem

An Unwritten Poem

A Poem by Art Freeman


There's an unwritten poem Hidden deep inside each of us. Singing to a song with no lyrics. It confines in us. Sinking to the core, ..
A Broken Heart

A Broken Heart

A Poem by Art Freeman


How do I mend a broken heart? Shattered by sharp words spoken harsh. A heart so fragile And so torn apart. A stony heart mishandled...
Winter's Warmth

Winter's Warmth

A Poem by Art Freeman


I remember the day of winter's warmth. When summer's lonely chill had been long forgotten. When we were both made to feel How stone cold hearts sof..
Poetry

Poetry

A Poem by Art Freeman


Although most hardly notice, My words are those of a poet. Touching, much of it was. Wasn't it? Most of us loving it ‘cause Of the love th..
In A Word

In A Word

A Poem by Art Freeman


Love or Lust?...you decide!
BLOODY SUNDAY

BLOODY SUNDAY

A Story by Art Freeman


All of a sudden, there's a push; a shove. And then, a shout; a scream. Someone's down. "Get down!" yells a friend. I can only make out his tone of voi..
SIDE STREETS

SIDE STREETS

A Poem by Art Freeman


"...the dreaming tree has died..." -- DMB

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