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").

Wind Blown Curls

wind blown curlsivy restraints andlily knots-the local grocery storewas fullof people, exotic pets and hometown faces-love's smiling awkward from an..

© Amberlee Carter

The Art Of Breaking An Egg

Certain memories I have lost,or purposely forgotten.One morning from childhood, my motherstirred early from her bed, to make breakfastfor her..

© Amberlee Carter

The Progression Of Recession [or Praying For Rain ]

(all my evening sessionshave been set to torches-the day ends in recessionand what the night remembersmerely dissolves-the taciturn migration of..

© Amberlee Carter

Some Time In August 04

Love,I let another man intoour bed last nightYou were away on business,so I flipped the vacancy switchand let him in, to sleep on your sideof my..

© Amberlee Carter

Nostalgia

I pretend pieces of my sanitydon't actually fall betweenthe pregnant pause, thatrushes the silence inI'm too grown - to be so,unbearably comfortable..

© Amberlee Carter

The Parking Lot

Something about the way your hand moved againstthe moonstone of my cheek, as we stood amidst a worldof curious eyes- people, who would have damned..

© Amberlee Carter

Of Feathers And Thorns

I’m asleep by midnight,wake two hours later, showerthen it’s back to bedwhere I rest my weary headagainst a pillow of thorns.Prayer keeps the demons..

© Amberlee Carter

Sigh

I imaginedrain casting bowscross your sleep struck neck,you tossed and sighedheavy skin to bitter winter-Your shoulders slender and spent,you held up..

© Amberlee Carter

Sleeping On The Chest Of July

Beds burn, longing-Though I, have no desireI walk streets-endless curve of thighThinking of you-In this citythat does not know,I existI see your face..

© Amberlee Carter

They Tell Me My Future Is Shining

Universes collide,scorched sky-pastel people, rainbows of the worldSo many dreams and nightmaresI would like to leave with you,if I could bring my..

© Amberlee Carter

Inspirational Poem

i cannot go back anymore-these stars have impregnated my eyes-inspired divine destinationsthat tangle and twist,roads of hope inside my soul-i feel i..

© Amberlee Carter

Letter: For Your Eyes Only

You can't imagine how much I miss you, the sound of your voice, the softness of your lips. All these things torment me you know? Not a big surprise..

© Amberlee Carter

The Big Bang (Journal Entry)

It happened in the time it took himto go from putting on his left sockto tying his right shoelace.I’d quit loving him-So when he asked where’ve you..

© Amberlee Carter

Untitled (1-30-06)

Everything is about him-and on days when I feellike drinking the stash of wine and whiskeyhe’s saving for a special occasion- insteadI disappear into..

© Amberlee Carter

Drinking With Bob Dylan

there should be more to write then just simply goodnight-and where are the stars, no word from the moon; where is your heart?time is a duplicate..

© Amberlee Carter

Planting Seeds

kneeling between the corn-rowsI heard youspeak to Godas thoughHe might be listening,willing to interruptthis spiritual starvationunaware that I had..

© Amberlee Carter

Dreaming: Under Water Volcanos

If memory serves:there was a dark pool in my dreamsthat you were bathing in-and the moon, or rather, its other selfstretched itself from the skyinto..

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Straddling The Sword

I will never be apart of a radical movement,except for the one inside the soulthat pits the spirit against the ghost-and I don't suppose I will ever..

© Amberlee Carter

The Battle Of Trees

A night, spent in the agony of being.The first to wake,first to walk: cocked eyed and fractured soul-Morning comes before sunrise can wake the..

© Amberlee Carter

Fever Blister

you've gone now,given up on the ideaof who we were to be together-I heard you are soon to wed, your love:a woman with culture and age-someone, so..

© Amberlee Carter

Of Poets, Poetry And Acrimony

when i thinkof all the clean wordsi used to use on youand howthey've become vernacularfor having been attachedto one so lowlyi thinkhow poetry will..

© Amberlee Carter

North Star

it was nothing, spider web strung from branch to blade, and back again-it meant nothing, comets entering our atmosphere-it was you, sweet amber musk..

© Amberlee Carter

Lover

slap the beat across his back,nails strum the strings hard-tongue contorts, the violation of song-storm that rises in and out of his chest:morning..

© Amberlee Carter

If We Were To Meet: The Passing Of Strangers

' hello amber, how've you been? ''fine, for the most part- been a rough year thus far'' oh, how come? '' because life doesn't always offer the things..

© Amberlee Carter

Anna

For one so full of sorrow and war-I think I should have been born in Russia duringa dynasty of tyranny that brought to it’s people a great..

© Amberlee Carter