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").

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

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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..

© Amberlee Carter

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

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