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At the forefront of my mind is The Question. What will the answer be When I finally find the courage to speak It for the Universe, And not merely my mind? A Word sounded out across The tongue and off the lips is born, And even in death is remembered.

Posted By Ladywolfrider On 03.17.2014 @ 4:20 pm


I am tired of all the Women Stuffed into fridges (head in the freezer when there’s no room) For the sake of a man’s pain and plot. Give me all the Girls fighting back (Give me queens of love and war and both) No more cheap trick sacrifice To justify moving the story along.

Posted By Ladywolfrider On 01.07.2014 @ 7:22 pm


The Birth of a Character

I watched as people traveled Through the crowd. Writer-voyeur as I Gleaned lives from quick Glaces.Tracking with magpie eyes Targets changing at whim To quilt together a whole person.

Posted By Ladywolfrider On 01.06.2014 @ 3:21 pm


I have nothing… nope nada, can’t think of anything to write damn I don’t like this word

Posted By Ladywolfrider On 01.05.2014 @ 6:33 pm


The Vase You Gave Me

Through the cracks Slips the water, drips the water. This vase is of no use Anymore.The dying flowers die quicker. What does that say about me And the gaps that opened up in me When you left me behind with The sound of shattering in my ear.

Posted By Ladywolfrider On 01.04.2014 @ 6:13 pm


Poetry and Politics

From the stage I see a glint Of sun on metal. From the window high Watches the man with a gun. No to simple a word, not gun, But death in another body, No still not right, maybe I have No words. Here I am about To die and I am debating words.

Posted By Ladywolfrider On 01.03.2014 @ 1:32 pm


Down we go into the trenches There is no hope left there, Only dirt and blood and the eerie silence That curls around us all, a shadowy lover waiting Until the next crack of a shot frees a man’s soul.

Posted By Ladywolfrider On 01.02.2014 @ 2:18 pm


This Stone Man is No Ozymandias

Colossus ever standing his duty never done, (for no one will ever come) None to relieve him of his watch. His eyes have long been glazed by moss and wind and sleep denied His mouth a petulant angle yet to be worn away by time, Yet still he watches for those who might come ( they will ever come)

Posted By Ladywolfrider On 12.18.2013 @ 12:13 pm


She wanted me to write her a poem made of love and stardust. I told her it would only be rust and bone dust, because I didn’t love her once she handed me money for my soul.

Posted By Ladywolfrider On 12.17.2013 @ 2:51 pm


The column of you spine Will hold you up for millenia, but The walls of your heart are weak and without support, They will fall at the first blow And all that will be left are ruins.

Posted By Ladywolfrider On 05.29.2012 @ 1:18 pm


I stare at the monitor ungrasping Of what I see in front of me. Why is is I can pour my heart and soul Into a poem and the person who list the colors of the rainbow Or how they cut all with bad grammer and cliche recycled ryhme Get notice, or even worse when a camera phone shot of breasts and Butts are raved about. I don’t want fame, not really, but sometimes A little credit and respect would be nice.

Posted By Ladywolfrider On 05.22.2012 @ 9:11 pm


You are but an insect beneath my heel, I care not for your buzzing in my ear beyond the moment It takes me to wave you away. I despise You less than I am indiffrent to your attempts at seducion And false romance. I’ll tell you to bug off and forgrt You again till I realize I need a bug zapper just for A second with out a pest in the way. i

Posted By Ladywolfrider On 05.14.2012 @ 3:28 pm


I need to be more outgoing. In the literal sense of the word… As in going out. I’m too much of a homebody Lazing away and writing about things I’ve Never known. Wonder what I would write About if I saw more of the world?

Posted By Ladywolfrider On 05.09.2012 @ 11:03 pm


I can’t write in shorthand and all My early teachers despaired at my futile attempts at cursive. My print was such that caused curses (and attachment of curxive practice sheets to returned work) And my typing slow as an eighty year olds first attempt at One of those “new fangled machines”. It is the height of irony I ended up with writing as my passion.

Posted By Ladywolfrider On 05.08.2012 @ 8:17 pm


Tasting the sin of her lips I felt a hint of the fire that awaited me After our petit mort for surely that Death will not be so small and I will truely End for no mortal is meant to sip from The god’s ambrosia. Oh. But what a way to go.

Posted By Ladywolfrider On 05.07.2012 @ 8:24 pm


A slight slip of a girl running down the sidewalk Twisting her lithe body between the crowds Just going along never hitting a soul as she fliters In and out of my sight from where I sit at the small cafe. I watch her for a while, till she turns the corner Pondering where she is going and what story she could tell.

Posted By Ladywolfrider On 04.19.2012 @ 11:30 am


From behind her sunglasses she watches the crowd Searching for her next victom with ruthless intent. Ah! There, the unsuspecting man. Bare feet pound the sand in near silence, Until, she leaps, giving a a shrill war cry. He turns just in time, and she is caught Midair to be held upsidedown by the laughing man and she shrieks, “Let me down daddy, let me down.”

Posted By Ladywolfrider On 04.18.2012 @ 6:34 pm


We wrote about earrings already. Somebody messed up. Damn.

Posted By Ladywolfrider On 04.17.2012 @ 1:38 pm

I hear a bell like chime dancing. Seeking its source I see you Waiting tables for nicles and dimes. I’m draw to the curve of your ear And the Wind chime earring Hanging there ringing in the breeze Of you laughter, and oh I feel such a desire to immortalize you In my memory, So here I am Placing words on paper.

Posted By Ladywolfrider On 04.16.2012 @ 3:48 pm


Her bitten red lips Look more tempting than any snake Favored apple as cliche and worn as It sounds. The white of her skin is That of a thousand stories’s description Of snow and lovely purity, And the black of her hair is blacker than coal or night Or raven’s wings.

Posted By Ladywolfrider On 04.11.2012 @ 3:58 pm


What a word: heartache. Ache normally implies physical pain, And the heart is a physical thing, yet Heartache is not “real”, It is only an emotinal response To something that if we are Logical we can ignore. Right?

Posted By Ladywolfrider On 04.08.2012 @ 6:03 pm


The wind knocks through the braches of her limbs And tangles the leaves of her Autumn hair. She is a willow bending in the wind, then An oak standing firm and strong and she Is a girl lovely as a plum tree in bloom.

Posted By Ladywolfrider On 04.07.2012 @ 1:07 pm


The ring glints on her finger As she talks with her hands. It is gold or maybe copper (it is hard to tell in this half light) And a single ruby (or maybe the last drop a dragon’s heartblood) and she hasn’t taken It off even as she stripped the Rest of her body with ease.

Posted By Ladywolfrider On 04.06.2012 @ 2:53 pm


The beast was stubborn, willful And refused to give up even When it would be wise. Teeth grip fiercly and All you can do is hold on.

Posted By Ladywolfrider On 04.05.2012 @ 8:26 pm


Her eyes were hooded And nothing showed on her face As she was told to leave. She remembered being trusted Once upon a time. Maybe she souldn’t of cried wolf.

Posted By Ladywolfrider On 04.04.2012 @ 9:22 pm


She is a butterfly midflap As she flips through the air. She is a vision in lace as she twists Uncaring of her skirt as the wind And sky caresses her thigh. Her laughter rings out like that Old cliche bell and I am in awe That the beauty described in Poetry exists in reality.

Posted By Ladywolfrider On 04.03.2012 @ 8:53 pm


Love is Friendship Set On Fire

She set my skin a blaze with just a glace, I beame an inferno when her hand brushed Mine and when her lips touched my chapped ones I knew nothing but flame.

Posted By Ladywolfrider On 04.01.2012 @ 8:19 pm


The wind chimes seem to dance in the wind, Their sound so soothing it is like Sleep incarnate. He charmed is way into my life And now we sit on the porch a thousand years later Listening to the wind rush through silver branches.

Posted By Ladywolfrider On 03.31.2012 @ 1:27 pm


When I remember the other days rain My heart feels sodden with the water That fell from the skies (one day,my eyes) and All I can think about is Grams needing Help down from the car to avoid the puddle. Once she skipped through them (Though I never saw it) Once we chaseed a rainbows end (We never found it) Now she is older and-

Posted By Ladywolfrider On 03.30.2012 @ 7:01 pm


The dolphin slips out of sight and I Must pretend I never saw her wholly. Then she can be a mermaid Slipping back down to the seabed With barely a ripple or splash On the mirror of today’s ocean.

Posted By Ladywolfrider On 03.29.2012 @ 1:30 pm

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