Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").

~ Anger's Friend

~ Anger's FriendIs there a human, young or old,Who has never felt frustration’s hold?Ah yes, my child, you’ve felt it too,For so had I, as young as..

© Adeline Foster

The Cat Is Free

The Cat Is FreeThe cat is free;No tether heWill wear in circumspect.Ah but the eyesAnd jealous criesWe hold in dire respect.Disdains the call,A..

© Adeline Foster

^ Marble Moments

Marble MomentsI was hitch-hiking in the North CountryAnd for one marble moment stood transfixedBy a roadside grove:Yellow leaves on white birch..

© Adeline Foster

~mother Dear, Oh Mother Dear

~ Mother Dear, O Mother DearMother dear, oh Mother dear, were you ever young?How felt you on the day when love had just begun?Did tulips drip from..

© Adeline Foster

~saturday Morning Mood

~ Saturday Morning MoodIn me lives a million tearsThat never seem to flow.I do my best and yet somehowEverywhere I goI step on toes against my..

© Adeline Foster

~many A Mother Is Forgotten Today

~ Many A Mother Is Forgotten TodayMany a mother is forgotten todayFor whatever reasons there are.Those reasons will be the reasons that weWill be..

© Adeline Foster

, -Lies

LiesHere - here is the blade.See there the tell-tale stain's impact;Did I not thrust it to your very heart?Yet in all your babble where is once the..

© Adeline Foster

Sonnet Beyond Love

Forever in the caverns of my heartRoam spirits of the loves I leave behind.Ever will the echo of their touchLeave patterns of their footsteps in my..

© Adeline Foster

.haiku By Adeline

October's fingersSlip the golden gowns of treesTo woodland carpet-Life slips gentlyAcross the silken dayI'm not ready-A curtain of rainRelentless..

© Adeline Foster

. Grief Is

.Grief IsGrief is a many varied thingAnd variously is caused.Grief cannot be but second placePreceded by a love.We do not grieve except that weHave..

© Adeline Foster

I Cannot Return

I CANNOT RETURNI cannot return,For all my need, for all my want;The best of all I’ve ever hadI want to give to those I love-The best cannot..

© Adeline Foster

~the Last Rung On Your Ladder

~ The Last Rung On Your LadderWell-up my tears in a bottle;Fling them into the sea;You didn’t hear my heart cry; you were looking too high.The last..

© Adeline Foster

, Hand-Haying

Hand-HayingThe rhythm of the scythe plumeIn the summer heat.The step-by, step-by cadenceOf the old man's steady feet.The zip-saw of the..

© Adeline Foster

^ An Acutely Obtuse Pythagorean Lyric

^An Acutely Obtuse Pythagorean LyricIsosceleswas wateringhis hypotted-nuseone day,When a witty,wily Pythagorsauruswandered out his way.'A theorem for..

© Adeline Foster

Everybody Has Had Somebody

Everybody Has Had SomebodyEverybody has had somebodyPast or present, as you will.Lives are shaped by those we meetDay by day.Shadows from the darkest..

© Adeline Foster

^death Of Innocence

^Death Of InnocenceA little girl was playing in the garden 'round her home,Mischief sparkled in her dark eyes and her curly hair was blond.Innocent..

© Adeline Foster

Trees

~ TreesThere’s a tree outside your windowGo call its name todayFor tomorrow it may not be thereAnd you may want to say,“There was a day when I knew..

© Adeline Foster

Time Heals

~ Time HealsTo live each day and not forgetA day that has gone by,To seek the answer that you getFrom memory’s prisoned sigh -For life goes on though..

© Adeline Foster

. Frost Flowers

.Frost FlowersBits and pieces, drops of lifeFalling petals, crystal momentsStage-set in translucent glassin the snow.Wondrous heartshapes, sunburst..

© Adeline Foster

When Love Dies

~ When Love DiesLove died and yetThe bittersweet lived onAnd little knew that pride was leftNow that the love was gone.And so it grew and filled the..

© Adeline Foster

Bluebird

BLUEBIRDWhile going for a quiet driveAlong a country road,We saw a bluebird circling,Then perch upon a post.Silently we stopped nearby,And silently..

© Adeline Foster

His Purposes Move On

His Purposes Move OnHis purposes move on apace -They do not wait for man,Nor do they wait for such as I -As lowly as I am.So if tomorrow all should..

© Adeline Foster

~ Cicatrix

~ CicatrixThe heart is like a honeycomb,Each section having many rooms:Faith, and love, and hope, and trust.Some hearts were never made to standThe..

© Adeline Foster

.my Heart Is Native

.My Heart Is NativeAn Indian maid with long plaited hairIndian tunes crooning through the airCould not I be she?My heart is native.A bare-foot black..

© Adeline Foster

~ A Writer's Dilemma

~ A Writer's DilemmaI lay me down and long to sleep,Then words come tumbling instead of sheep.Elusive words, that in the dayLay dormant, now come out..

© Adeline Foster