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").

The Spider, The Fly And The Web

my lover hasloosened the knot,the noose can longer chokethe very breath from out of me,the same way it feltwhen he made love to methe spider, the fly..

© Amberlee Carter

Of Hours Spent (In Slavery) Or Atlas Of A Modern World

If it were only night,I’m sure the light wouldn’t moveas it does, instinctivelyCarving out dark figures of a fearThe heart can only assume.If it were..

© Amberlee Carter

The Back Breaking Of Saint

lifetimes of wavering sunsets,our one and only attempt atfinding value outside of heaven.a final journey to complete the crusade..we are ghosts..

© Amberlee Carter

Romance

the moon who wrote by candle light,he whispered low his love, to whom he adored-in a romantic game of follow the leaderhe chased the sun in chance..

© Amberlee Carter

Yeah, Ok, I'Ll Be Your Crutch

how are we to fly in a mock-angelic world, thatbears no wings?to go beyond the aspirations of our parents, whenthey've sold their own dreams?how are..

© Amberlee Carter

Of Budding Trees And Pillars Of Concrete

outsideraindrops fall to the pavementfar below this forever shut window,obscuring reflections-i live between abstractionsreality and memory-i..

© Amberlee Carter

The Birdbath

It’s empty now-though not if you considerthat absence can fill a vessel.The rains have not come for weeks, love—the birds are dying,one by one of..

© Amberlee Carter

'Slanting Into Light'

I suppose death is somethingour bones are born knowing, andno matter how much you truly love yourself,it's a secret they will never tell your..

© Amberlee Carter

Intoxicated By Tragedy

Death, is a mother who slits her wristsand leaves the world without a final kiss.A father who’s lived long enough to knowhe’s lived too much-One..

© Amberlee Carter

'Abrupt Shoulder Edge'

I’ve become allergic to breathing,sucking air through the lump in my throatto the mass of cancer that keeps beating.The hours are too long,this day..

© Amberlee Carter

Seasons Of Solitude

I am grateful for the lack of definition,so somberly bemusedby how well I fit intothe pale palm of sky.

© Amberlee Carter

That, Coupled With A Mix Cd I Made The Night Before To Listen On The Trip From Here To There

I leave all roads nameless, just like their destinations.I chewed my thumbnail and spit the excess out of the window,the small shape of a crescent..

© Amberlee Carter

Afterthought

letting go of soulis a deadly poetic stanzaI’m unsure there's enough heart left to write.letting go of soulis a memo you'll never receive, unlessI..

© Amberlee Carter

Mindless Musing And Loneliness /7-25-04

I lost my heart today-when I tripped over the curbsomewhere between mainstream realityand incoherent dreamingLove took a flight over seas-I worry he..

© Amberlee Carter

The Greater Horizon

Today I saw a manwho was,just yesterday a boywith whom I had played.and he spoke within my youthful earof how he was going away-to catch the sunand..

© Amberlee Carter

Somewhere: A Hand Is Reading Out Loud (Revised)

Somewhere a hand is reading out loud-an old bible, a weatherworn journal.Recording the daily assaults –memorizing rain and shielding eyesfrom the..

© Amberlee Carter

On Life, Love And Balloons [ A Prose Poem ]

I have to digest this while's it's hotother wise I may just find it rejected,like I am rejected, by myself and by all who are actuallymore-or-less..

© Amberlee Carter

Untitled

all roads curve into one,and all streams bend until they reach the ocean-but life, bears no such certainty.I wonder what the light knows of hell,on..

© Amberlee Carter

Rainbows At 4am

there are rainbows at 4am, created byan electric outlet and waterfrom the bathtub someone leftunattended or purposely misused-it makes paths through..

© Amberlee Carter

Tearing Down The Marble Arch

I set down, my favorite seatfacing north, a symbol of freedom-a new country was before me, laid outa stellar map of earth and wood, God's country.I..

© Amberlee Carter

Revelations In A Sunday Morning Shower

If I feel any heat at allit’s only the sting of bath waternot nearly hot enough to meltthe flesh off my bones-but if it could; I’d standa skeleton..

© Amberlee Carter

Two Cities Who Love

this room and all it has to offer,shadow dancers and empty walls,the epitome of need;a long distance phone call from the heart.all these voiceless..

© Amberlee Carter

Apple Adventure [or: A.A.]

I interrupt your usual monotony, to bring youa story with less than a beginning...The feature presentation is brought to you, courtesyof my humble..

© Amberlee Carter

Swing-Sets

When the wind, briefly picked-up,stirring the swing-set in the park on 4th street-I swear, I thought I sawthe effigy of a child, forgotten after..

© Amberlee Carter

Love Poem

in my dreams last nightyou were a poetwho pulled words fromthe pale womb of skyto give them life-though you arranged them to dieupon your pagestheir..

© Amberlee Carter