C Poems
My psychiatrist Hannibal Lecter
by Tammy Darby
Reclining on the cold black leather couch
Preparing my contrived views of what’s life's about
My weaknesses, objectives, dislikes, perspectives, and fears
And to the mix for drama's sake
I will add a spattering of false tears
His eyes were full of gray cold dissection
Bemused expression and advice
I accepted without any objections or argument
His professional and profound perspective of my life
......
As Cupid pull the strings of his bow.
by Tammy Darby
Who can describe the void of loss?
If it destroys or the bearer makes stronger
Or in strife the barren heart
Days of tears become tears of night
Growing ever darker
And ever longer
How deep is the depth of pain?
Shadowed valleys it may often reach
To what degree is a heart forever burdened
......
Condemned to my own living hell
by Tammy Darby
My thirst for revenge was so great
The earth trembled in fright
And in my unbounded fury
Blinded the sun itself
And flung the moon from the sky
The stars fled from their cluster’s sparkling ever so bright
The universe conceded, vanquished, cowered and cried
My anger was vehement
HeavIng forth oceans from their beds
......
9
by love is deadj
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by Andrada Predescuc
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by Andrada Predescuc
Continue readingCondemned to my own living hell
by Tammy Darby
My thirst for revenge was so great
The earth trembled in fright
And in my unbounded fury
Blinded the sun itself
And flung the moon from the sky
The stars fled from their cluster’s sparkling ever so bright
The universe conceded, vanquished, cowered and cried
My anger was vehement
HeavIng forth oceans from their beds
......
9
by love is deadj
Continue readingAs Cupid pull the strings of his bow.
by Tammy Darby
Who can describe the void of loss?
If it destroys or the bearer makes stronger
Or in strife the barren heart
Days of tears become tears of night
Growing ever darker
And ever longer
How deep is the depth of pain?
Shadowed valleys it may often reach
To what degree is a heart forever burdened
......
My psychiatrist Hannibal Lecter
by Tammy Darby
Reclining on the cold black leather couch
Preparing my contrived views of what’s life's about
My weaknesses, objectives, dislikes, perspectives, and fears
And to the mix for drama's sake
I will add a spattering of false tears
His eyes were full of gray cold dissection
Bemused expression and advice
I accepted without any objections or argument
His professional and profound perspective of my life
......
