Author: A. M. Laine

Confident Woman 0

Underneath Her Golden Charms

Poem For all pine after her shining airs Exalt her agreeable, confident layer And she arises with grandiose care To meet their hopeful, expecting stares Yet underneath her golden charms, Her fluid gait and...

poems about contentment 0

Happy

Poem   The wheels on this rickety country bus continue humming along the warm pavement, turning, just as time turns and ushers me towards that place where you are wherever that is whoever you...

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An Ode to Friendship

Poem So will that photo always change To hopes you often rearrange Framed unstead’ly on the wall As if it held no gold at all? Or was it simply pre-ordained To sit so crooked,...

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My Sole Dominion

Poem I betray the age of this earth. With my tongue I paint the flames of evening wheat fields; With my hair the billowing debutante gowns of willows; With my toes the dripping emerald...

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Paper Football

Poem Like a child playing paper football You flicked me through the handmade goal at which you were aiming. I was happy to be folded by your fingers into a crisp little triangle. We...

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The Day I Held Two Sapphires

Poem I held two sapphires in one hand. They were your precious eyes. Trees spoke solace to the hummingbirds in my ears who thought flowers grew in there somewhere. They were wrong but they...

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Dorian

you seem an unreachable, lingering thing like a wisp of dream smoke between that moment of sleep and awake that moment when my eyes flutter open to my sea-foam green room that moment when...

Originality Poem 0

I Am No Blank Slate

Poem   He thought me a marble statue of the Ancient Greeks, admiring the soft sheet that silhouetted my curved form. I do not argue that I wear drapery elegantly, nor that I feel...

performance poem 0

Melding

Poem   Melt into a pool of chrome in my zone. Throw the zone of known out the window the window will let it fall away. Don’t fall away with it. Stay and muddle in...

morning poetry 0

Mourning of the Morning

Poem   There were blues in the hues of the morning, mourning the end of night. There, too, were warm rays of sunshine upon the heads of early doves. Words were absent from the...

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A Collection of Short Poems III

Poems   Nought If everything is everything and nothing is nothing and you have become my everything then what am i?   Nowhere to Hide   The scum always rises like bubble gum bubbles...

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Death of a Voyeur

Poem Collection   i. Voyeur Tongue in cheek white as snow melted, liquid stream running in silence, running and cunning cunningly running and knowing, tongue knows cheek knows boundaries, nose knows no boundaries, vision...

traveling poem 0

Then I Walked Into You

Poem I found a clay hut while the desert stormed. Inside a monk sat on the packed ground Indian style, chanting the blues of the Ancients; centered soliloquist, unaware I laid prostrate before him....

loneliness poem 0

An Adage of Pizza Day

Poem   When its late at night and all you hear is the wind rattling your window pane and a distant siren singing like a chihuahua at passersby, you might think loneliness is a...

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A Collection of Short Poems II

Collection of Poems   Soul Love A boy and girl talk of love, the windows of their souls glittering, forgetting the black backdrop of their dark mental temples setting contrast for the sparkles escaping their eyes. New love, old...

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Faith, or Lack Thereof

Esoteric Poem   O secrets that you keep old Faith That draw upon my simple sorrow Your unknown the most tantalizing bate Knowing yesterday of my return tomorrow O secrets that you keep old...

poem about death 0

Digging to China

Poem   Well I was digging my way to China, shovel and all, hands dirty with the past, with the miles of mud dug, displaced, disposed. I was digging my way to China when my...

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Borrowed People

Spoken Word   People walking in borrowed shoes on borrowed ground Will show no difference in the past or future of the universe in my life or another’s. Should I stand directly in the path...