Tags WOMAN
LAST TANGO.A Story by Terry CollettA DYING WOMAN'S LAST THOUGHTS. |
Pride and RoseA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierPride and Rose Hard to let go of something so meaningful, pride; somewhere in the collection pan of an orthodox church. Where underneath .. |
Of Objects I've HeldA Poem by DrSprinkz73You're a woman made of paperI can cut you shortI can stretch you tallCrumple you into a round strong ballOr reinvent you and make you soar..With simpl.. |
OCEAN'S THE WOMAN THAT IS YOUA Poem by FlawedByDesignOCEAN’S THE WOMAN THAT IS YOU Woman of fashion draped in blue, erasing footsteps in the sand. Seducing toes with lapping waves; ca.. |
Spoon and StitchA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierSpoon and Stitch She sits sedated, tapping her toes and pulling on her fingers, the smell of antiseptic tingles every bone in the circumsta.. |
Her EscapeA Poem by Viki RachelA woman, who is alone and sad, paints to escape the small box of a house she knows she will never call home. |
LATE HOME.A Poem by Terry CollettA WOMAN WAITS FOR HUSBAND. |
8 IncheA Poem by Abigale LeCavalier8 Inch The pain of hunger bothersome at best, I’d settle for crust about now. Famished; not in the classic sense, but one of wantin.. |
LottoA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierLotto Wondering; while the world slows down, a flickering light in dull grey mornings. Not the fog of the dream, but in the mind, beli.. |
AnythingA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierAnything Infinitely infested by the bothersome bugs scratching my skin. Almost invigorating. They crawl into holes I have made for them,.. |
NOTION OF NOT BEING.A Poem by Terry CollettA WOMAN MUSES ON DEATH AND MARRIAGE AND NOT BEING. |
A WOMAN'S TEARSA Poem by FlawedByDesignA WOMAN’S TEARS The world resides in her eyes behind the incandescent vitality of youth. Trapped in the fluorescence of her tears .. |
StarlightA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierStarlight Bringing down mountains just as subtle, as standing in small spaces. There is oil in the reeds, and on the duck, and under the .. |
WATCHING.A Poem by Terry CollettA WOMAN SLEEPS AND IS DROWNING. |
Her Blue DressA Story by Willow B. ColdfeatherFrom the viewpoint of a man who will always be reminded of his first love by the color blue. |