Category: Women Poets

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Serena Mossgraves
Serena Mossgraves

Monday Poetry

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Monday Poetry

Poetry




Pad challenge Day 8 Patricia

Poetry
Monday Poetry

Expectations 

Ever expanding 

Ever exceeding 

 

Equating Ego Erroneously 

Extra expected... 

Everything Establishing 

Extra!

Pad challenge Day 8 Serena

Serena Mossgraves
Serena Mossgraves

The Graveyard

by Serena Mossgraves 

When does the earth 
 in the graveyard 
return to the living? 

When do the souls  
that guard such places 
finally find rest? 

When does the graveyard 
stop being the place for the dead, 
and return to life again?

Pad challenge Day 7 Patricia

Poetry
Monday Poetry
Wake me 

wake me,

for I must be

stuck in a dream...



wake me,

as I have all

I ever wanted.



wake me,

before I decide 

to ne'er leave.

Pad challenge Day 7 Serena

Serena Mossgraves
Serena Mossgraves

The Grim Reaper’s Dream

by Serena Mossgraves

As though life was unreachable
the reaper dreams of what is
naught for them, someone to lead them
towards a paradise to rest in.

Kindness misbegotten,
the reaper realizes…
Dreams were ne’er meant
to be had.

Pad challenge Day 6 Patricia

Poetry
Monday Poetry
Bohemian 

I've been a thousand places
I don't know where I'm going
It's hard to find a place to call home
Every demon, every ghost from your pastAnd every memory you've held backFollows you home

Oh, home, let me come home
Home is wherever I'm with you
I'll go wherever you will go

And it don't look like
I'll ever stop my wandering
I've been down every road
Felt the sun, I've felt the cold
 

This is a cut poem for the volume Lyrical Recycling,
a cut poetry volume.

Bohemian Songs :
battle born by five finger death punch, nobody drinks alone by Keith Urban, Home by Edward Sharpe and the magnetic zeros, wandering by James Taylor, Home is You by Rozes, wherever you will go by the calling

Pad challenge Day 6 Serena

Serena Mossgraves
Serena Mossgraves

Grief is Alive

by Serena Mossgraves

it slithers through your soul
eating, biting, devouring,
as it goes…

Grief is a creature
buried deep within,
alive and borrowing.

Pad challenge Day 5 Patricia

Poetry
when the world closed in on me
I needed you so desperately,
I kept looking at the phone 
wondering if you would be
there if I were to call,
if I asked would you be 
there for me at all ?

Perhaps that's my mistake
I counted on you ever
to be the one I could count on.

I needed you,
and hope was gone.