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").

You'Ll Catch Your Death

Days like this day: no Manna from heaven-my mother’s voice is the raintapping against the windowsill becauseI left the window open last night, all..

© Amberlee Carter

Falling Short

I remember now,how my dirty ideas stood on the threshold of your eyesand how you asked me to clean the wordsbefore you could let them inside.so I..

© Amberlee Carter

A Slow Walk In The Evening

I have a wound that seeps-it’s ugly and unkind; I beg it not to speak-it haunts me still, so I lay quietly,stitching my lips together, so that my..

© Amberlee Carter

Living In The Aftermath Of A Dream

Love was understanding: the battle rages oninside my head, inside my lungs, even afterlove has gone.Tonight the air is filled with a gasp,a sigh and..

© Amberlee Carter

Free-Will Mechanics

what straddles morning andmilks color from the dawn,rushes down empty streetsinto coffee-shops for kicks-what intrudes on conversationsbetween..

© Amberlee Carter

Monday (Rated R)

He pinned me between his hips and his couch-knelt over enough to kiss the blade of my back,and to lap his tongue in the stream of sweatmeandering..

© Amberlee Carter

Crash Test Dummies

something so simple,if it really were,we'd not be mentioning it now.I think in the time it takes youto voice reason,I will have quit loving you.I..

© Amberlee Carter

Somewhere: A Hand Is Reading Out Loud

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

Putting Myself To Bed

what is night?if nota calligraphers darkest wellfrom which he draws,to appraise the antiquty of stars-what is night?if notjet black, cobalt dark,the..

© Amberlee Carter

Crow

Caw Caw said the Crowflapping his wingshis shadow sketched upon the snowCaw Caw spoke he bravely:a warriors song no mortal knowsCaw Caw said he to..

© Amberlee Carter

I Am Also Known As Lilith

I wish you tonightinto a thousand and one pieces-and I wish my hands weren't so alone, resting onthe nakedness of your pillowI wish the moon could..

© Amberlee Carter

Balm For The Soul

saturday morning,the scars begin to bleed,take stock of allthat cannot be free.make amends with shadows,childhood lost,no friends or familyaround..

© Amberlee Carter

In A Dream I Slit My Wrist (In Reality, I'M Not That Strong)

If I unintentionally slit my wristI'll be the last to knowand when I'mturning aerialsabove my carcass,weep for meBecause I was lovedin life-I hated..

© Amberlee Carter

Nostalgia: Remember The Flower

(for sean)Remember the flower, loveblooming night. The petalslit on fire-a million miles of moonlightbending from the sky,pin pointing the infinite..

© Amberlee Carter

In Closing

Beyond the sunset wherethe first shadows of twilight appear, heaven:a boiling fire-lineIf my hands weren't so stainedby choice, by reasonI'd endeavor..

© Amberlee Carter

Fear And Intuition

That night I heard your voiceit woke me,bolted through my bodylike electricity does wet feet.It was shocking,I found myselfshivering in a cold..

© Amberlee Carter

Ailment

The ravening stillness,my heart bleeds out across this empty morning:Drifting down country roadscity streets for news of peace,for a soulful rhapsody..

© Amberlee Carter

He Came, One Thousand Times This Way (Rated R)

he came one thousand times this way-humming raw moans,he'd beg and spank the musemassaging the orgasmic spine-pulling sinew from the bonekneeling to..

© Amberlee Carter

Harvest

(who are we to question faith?when we've yet to answer the call to duty,for faith questions all)hollow moon,bare, unblinkingstalking our final mile..

© Amberlee Carter

11 Year Old Memory (Written Early 2001)

dry grass prickles my feet,9 years old ignorant towardthe feeling that paralyzes my heart,creates a lump in my throat-close my eyes and cover my..

© Amberlee Carter

Becker Vs. Dylan

Becker was sitting on the stepsin the final moments of day-catching fireflies with his fingers,holding them against the skymaking wishes on their..

© Amberlee Carter

Crawling In My Skin: The Eternal Itch

I take sleeping pillsto anoint the ache,stay awake long enoughto feel myself floatout of mind- nirvana in a bottle.Blessed are the forgotten andholy..

© Amberlee Carter

Everything That Will Not Change

I want to remember the world this way:The light, steadfast on the windowsill,a breathless sky and the autumn as beautifulas it is bitter.The way it..

© Amberlee Carter

Dear John: I Hate Paper Cuts

I am writing this alive and with a fever,'cause I needs to sweat out the virusand breathe calmly without choking, for once.I am writing this and..

© Amberlee Carter

Broken Bones

They gave me reality alterations-told me to rest:tomorrow will bring better days.I question the existence of tomorrow-I've been awake all night..

© Amberlee Carter