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").

While The Dark Scribbles Stars

hush now, be silent in the still-when the dark hoursscribble stars upon our window pane,ask me then if I am yet awake,and if I answer not,know that I..

© Amberlee Carter

Untitled [ A Work In Progress}

My sister is depressed,she talks of death; the man she lives forwho will never love her as more than his whore-she wraps herself in prayer shawl; a..

© Amberlee Carter

Sunlight Bathes In The Sky

sunlight bathes in the sky,morning cleans the stagnantprojections of the mind-road twists,bows beneath the pressure,arches back and orgasmsa..

© Amberlee Carter

Observing Silence While She Dances

the whole world -pieces of us,some things shatter.straddle the moment and call it love.stillness speaks-the shadowsrushed in with feathery wings..

© Amberlee Carter

On Being Bound By The Freedom Of Expression

(I've destroyed where first I built-I am god of this earth.)The men came one morningwith whips and cords,bound my hands and worse,bound my head-They..

© Amberlee Carter

Birds Of Prey And Field Mice

something has died this morning.Out in the field the farmers reaped yesterday, a nest of raw things, and the crows circle the area, their black..

© Amberlee Carter

Where The Sun Sleeps

I would rather wake whilethe dawn rushes me,to move in the stillnessof divine placement-and know that clouds will always stare in silenceas I return..

© Amberlee Carter

The Labor Of Love

My mother stands in the doorway, herback arched beneath the pressure of wind-she beats the rug until, dust encircles her.She wipes her brow, tugs at..

© Amberlee Carter

The Dent In His Chest

I want to get you nakedto see the outlines of your ribs,your imperfections;every last one that make you feel insignificant-all your flaws and..

© Amberlee Carter

Lullaby

Beneath the nursery of a violet heaven,where stars; blazing embers of their own righteousness,are burning flowers of the deep, cool void.God has..

© Amberlee Carter

The Fourth Stall

The serenity prayer and a Shakespeare sonnetappear on the bathroom wall,stalls heavily sodden with urine-Who cleans these public restrooms anyway?a..

© Amberlee Carter

I Am Youth's Soldier

When the autumn arrived, early.You were sure of it,the same way you are always confidentin your favorite things:Books by your favorite author, poetry..

© Amberlee Carter

Pages: The Haunting Of Soul

'the hard covers of our Titled Lifeand our Biographied Death'- Jc McGeeThe dashes stand for something,signed sealed and noted-we've passed from..

© Amberlee Carter

Pathos

faith opens the eastern door, every-morningto a world still full of sleep,shine reassures his hope-here is another day for the cause of living.i sit..

© Amberlee Carter

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