by Phillip Garcia |
Sunbaked to crisp this rag your hand enriched,
Hangs on a wire exposing tattered thread,
Rung-out depleted by tomorrows switched,
Lifeless without you, left, now lonesome bled.
Days wiped as months turned years following fast,
All while my focus rusts once where we were,
A rite of damnation pirouettes past,
Encircling sorrow’s waist with dizzy blur.
Spun as a ragdoll shook in infancy,
Watching my purpose, or the lack thereof,
Unable to cry so wide-eyed to see,
Shadows forgotten plunged searching your love.
Were you an empress I’d be worn a crown,
Longing for tears so my sadness could drown.
Submitted for: Words Drowned in Tears Poetry
by Clive Winslow |
I am the seeker in the dark.
I am that for which you fear.
You run but I can smell and taste terror that fills the air.
You are lost in a realm I call home.
My cries to lure you out of that hiddig place.
Seeking shelter you run into the arms of the that which you fear.
Do you see the glow within my eyes?
do not confuse warmth with heat hate with love.
As she lay in arms limp as a ragdoll
I feel no remorse.
For I am wolf.
by Caren Krutsinger |
3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade,
Ragdoll in the Cupboard has invented a magic shoe.
It’s dancing, it is jazzy, it calls to me and you.
It is sassy and smart, it is wise beyond the moon.
Buying a pretty pair of these means you are no buffoon.
She is lavender, she is purple, she sparkles just so.
If you have two of them on your feet, you will start to glow.
She is a shoe that will make your heart laugh and sing.
Doll in the Cupboard has invented a shoe with a zing.
She will bring you confidence, she will bring you love.
When you get her, you will thank the shoemakers above.
She was inspired by the best, and she will show you a great time.
No, you cannot have these. These magic shoes are mine.