Your mom’s first tears Throws the world upside down Time running in reverse A metamorphosis of status Who is this person? So human and vulnerable Do I offer a shoulder? A tissue? Advice? It doesn’t make sense. Mom’s don’t do this. Mom’s aren’t in need! Experiment: get the microscope See beneath the veil of thick… Continue reading Call Your Mom (a poem)
Tag: poem about life
Shame & Shave (a poem)
Knowing what you shouldn’t have done Isn’t enough to nullify The searing embers that lap along My skin, tearing it from my body. Who am I? Who am I? Beetles crawl as they scrawl the words “Shame on you” into my palms It tickles. It taunts. Gulp, but not too hard As I shave away… Continue reading Shame & Shave (a poem)
A Thousand Sundays Like This – poem
Today the sun defied the rules of winter Bursting through the clouds in disobedience 'Let me shine,' she sang 'I have done my waiting!' How fierce she is as she first strikes And you realise how much you missed Something in just a single moment. The rays penetrate my windows, A gentle hand warm against… Continue reading A Thousand Sundays Like This – poem
Calling Summer (poem)
Take me back to summer Or forward, I don’t mind. Just release me from this bind Of winter, gripping like ice How nice it would be to feel warm Again. Play outside again. Sunlight and freedom and long days Again. Summer’s shining serenity calls I want to answer But for now, I must wait With… Continue reading Calling Summer (poem)
“You’re You” – a poem for pride month
How do I say goodbye to the cage I’ve imprisoned myself in? Tongue-tied with truths I’m afraid to speak. Inadequate words for experiences I’ve never had. But feelings so strong I couldn’t possibly deny them. But deny them, I do. What does it mean If she makes me feel something Deep? Come out, come out,… Continue reading “You’re You” – a poem for pride month
Powerlessness – a poem
Dry cracked palms pray - For better, better than this. Broken promises pierce pockets Pennies pouring into bottomless pits Foreigners found on shores - Imprisoned. Beautiful black men hands high Bloody. Same-sex Lovers lying in arms Denied. We plead. We pray. We play along... From high white thrones - They cackle. Monstrous men mighty. Footprints… Continue reading Powerlessness – a poem
What Makes A Poem? (poem)
I’ve been pondering a question: What makes a poem? Is it the rhythm of a repeated rhyme? Time, meter - line? Hmm... Assonance plays with sibilance Not forgetting consonance A friend to fickle alliteration A simple station - yet we Stop there. Pay your fare and Play your games fair! What makes a poem? Perhaps… Continue reading What Makes A Poem? (poem)
And I’ll Be Fine, Happy Even (poem/journal entry)
*This is a poem, of sorts, but also just a stream of consciousness about the fears and pressures I've faced lately...* We'll find a house and make it our home. Draped in cosy comforts that feel like ours. It'll be tiring and imperfect but we'll make it work. And I'll be fine, happy even, just… Continue reading And I’ll Be Fine, Happy Even (poem/journal entry)
Copacabana NY (poem)
Underground space always alive. Awake. Laughter, clinking glasses, dancing heels the song of the sax chant of the cello pull of the piano. Each ever-moving body is clad, head to toe, in golds and silvers twinkling like stars, at night with every jig. Suit and tie are mandatory, here. Mystery is kept by smoky… Continue reading Copacabana NY (poem)
Broken Compass (poem)
Lost and uncertain The space between a forgotten past and an elusive future grows. Thickens. Stretching across the black sea I'm surrounded. My boat drifts along the endless landscape of time. My clock, ticks. Is it this way, or that? I've long been alone, here. Broken compass shifts, with each passing tide. Am I… Continue reading Broken Compass (poem)
S. R. Crawford 