MY AP FAMILY
- SYLVIAPLATHLOVER, She is a fantastic writer and a fellow Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton admirer.
Her Page - http://allpoetry.com/SylviaPlathlover
My Favourite Poem by Her - http://allpoetry.com/poem/3084278
- STARZ OF HEAVEN, Older Sister, She is a really, really nice lady and a darn good writer to boot.
Her Page - http://allpoetry.com/Starz%20of%20Heaven
My Favourite Poem by Her - http://allpoetry.com/poem/3140772
- TALKING TONI, My Auntie, She is a wonderful lady that gives the very best critiques, she is also a detailed and talented poet.
Her Page - http://allpoetry.com/Talking%20Toni
My Favourite Poem by Her - http://allpoetry.com/poem/2293744
- SERENITY SILVERMOON, My Younger Sister, She is a really great 'dark writes' writer, with a caring soul.
Her Page - http://allpoetry.com/serenity%20silvermoon
My Favourite Poem by Her - http://allpoetry.com/poem/3098992
It is a dead heart.
It is inside of me.
It is a stranger
yet once it was agreeable,
opening and closing like a clam.
- The Dead Heart by Anne Sexton
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.
- Her Kind by Anne Sexton
But suicides have a special language.
Like carpenters they want to know which tools.
They never ask why build.
- Wanting to Die by Anne Sexton
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
- Mirror by Sylvia Plath
What a thrill -
My thumb instead of an onion.
The top quite gone
Except for a sort of hinge
- Cut by Sylvia Plath
the rhythm
of her old brown hands
weaving thin wet reeds
- Elizabeth St Jacques
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
- Funeral Blues by W H Auden
I beckon you to fraternize,
Beware of rudely crossing it:
I have no gun, but I can spit.
- I Have No Gun, But I Can Spit by W H Auden
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And which is more; you'll be a Man, my son!
- If by Rudyard Kipling
How dreary to be somebody!
How public like a frog
To tell one's name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
- I'm Nobody! Who Are You by Emily Dickinson
Yes, as my swift days near their goal,
'Tis all that I implore:
In life and death a chainless soul,
With courage to endure.
- The Old Stoic by Emily Jane Bronte
I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
- Valentine by Carol Ann Duffy
- SYLVIAPLATHLOVER, She is a fantastic writer and a fellow Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton admirer.
Her Page - http://allpoetry.com/SylviaPlathlover
My Favourite Poem by Her - http://allpoetry.com/poem/3084278
- STARZ OF HEAVEN, Older Sister, She is a really, really nice lady and a darn good writer to boot.
Her Page - http://allpoetry.com/Starz%20of%20Heaven
My Favourite Poem by Her - http://allpoetry.com/poem/3140772
- TALKING TONI, My Auntie, She is a wonderful lady that gives the very best critiques, she is also a detailed and talented poet.
Her Page - http://allpoetry.com/Talking%20Toni
My Favourite Poem by Her - http://allpoetry.com/poem/2293744
- SERENITY SILVERMOON, My Younger Sister, She is a really great 'dark writes' writer, with a caring soul.
Her Page - http://allpoetry.com/serenity%20silvermoon
My Favourite Poem by Her - http://allpoetry.com/poem/3098992
It is a dead heart.
It is inside of me.
It is a stranger
yet once it was agreeable,
opening and closing like a clam.
- The Dead Heart by Anne Sexton
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.
- Her Kind by Anne Sexton
But suicides have a special language.
Like carpenters they want to know which tools.
They never ask why build.
- Wanting to Die by Anne Sexton
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
- Mirror by Sylvia Plath
What a thrill -
My thumb instead of an onion.
The top quite gone
Except for a sort of hinge
- Cut by Sylvia Plath
the rhythm
of her old brown hands
weaving thin wet reeds
- Elizabeth St Jacques
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
- Funeral Blues by W H Auden
I beckon you to fraternize,
Beware of rudely crossing it:
I have no gun, but I can spit.
- I Have No Gun, But I Can Spit by W H Auden
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And which is more; you'll be a Man, my son!
- If by Rudyard Kipling
How dreary to be somebody!
How public like a frog
To tell one's name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
- I'm Nobody! Who Are You by Emily Dickinson
Yes, as my swift days near their goal,
'Tis all that I implore:
In life and death a chainless soul,
With courage to endure.
- The Old Stoic by Emily Jane Bronte
I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
- Valentine by Carol Ann Duffy
- Last seen on Sep 27 10:55 AM. Member since November 10, 2006.
- I'm a lapisLazuli dream poet for 352 comments.
- I am a 20 year old person (Great Britain)
- When I'm not writing, I'm dying.
- I am in the groups A Place For Evanescence Lovers, Aspiring Novelists, Dead Poets Society, Depressive and Suicide poem Lovers, For Those Who Want To Improve Their Poems and Meet Friends At the Same Time, I Love The Rain, People With Talent, Poets Against Child Abuse, Poets wanting comments, Real Critiques, XRazorz Lullaby Causes Such Bloodied ScreamingX
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You are my candytuft, always smiling,
always understanding. Through32 lines, 9 comments, January 20. In Dark. Reward -
The sky is filled with crooks, / Claiming superiority, / Clinging to filched stars / Burning tips of fingers / Born quick and deceitful /11 lines, 7 comments, July 9, 2007
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Sweat / trickling / Between bodies / Fervently kissing / Grasping and clawing / Ripping at skin made / From a sensual notion / Born from si13 lines, 7 comments, July 9, 2007
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You paraded your heart for the world to bid / Collecting mementos from any unworthy pitch / Into the trash with them, emptied once a week /
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