Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: October 30, 2009
One morning
the sky was gray
I didn’t know what to do
or say
One morning
the sun shone bright
and I knew
then and there
that everything would be all right
But mornings
turn to afternoons
and afternoons
to evenings
And when I come to the end of each day
I wonder about its meaning.
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: July 10, 2009
Today is the day
to start fresh.
Today is the day
to start something new.
Today is the day
to imagine the possibilities.
Today is the day
to go somewhere new.
Today is the day
to do what I love.
Today is the day
to be who I am.
Today is the day
to love myself.
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: May 30, 2009
A peaceful day?
Maybe not…
An energizing workout
relaxing stretch
A blissful morning
New phone in hand
A stroll around the mall
A busy afternoon
An altercation
at home
about what else….
money
I never seem to have any
I escape the scene
Walking away from
the accusations
endless guilt
frustration
harsh criticism
I return
the flames still smoldering
I hastily make my way to my room
the room that I once found heavenly
now
is a place of [...]
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: May 14, 2009
Faded blue jeans
draped over the bedroom chair
Sunlight
washing the room
in a brilliant yellow glow
She sits up
suddenly
alert
quickly gathering
her articles of clothing
haphazardly strewn of the floor.
What? Where are you going?
He asks,
Once he notices
there’s no longer
an arm stretched across his chest
I can’t do this anymore
she yells,
unable to repress
her anger–
and disappointment.
She was such a fool
to think this
would lead somewhere.
The racy [...]
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: May 13, 2009
It’s rather aggravating,
when a call you’re expecting,
when a call you’re dreading—
doesn’t come.
You wait with anticipation
careful not to use the phone—
in case the calls comes through.
Yet hour after hour passes,
without a single call.
Even more maddening
you can’t call them
so there’s no way
of figuring out about
the delay.
Yet, they have no problem
creating delays:
for your day
for your payments
for bills [...]
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: February 15, 2009
A good friend
A funny movie
Laughing
Sharing
Tales of romance
and heartbreak
Pain and joy
Personal
and intimate
in a dark car
on a private street
making
Valentine’s Day Special
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: February 14, 2009
I went digging through my old writing files the order day and unearthed some poems I had collected several years ago. I’ve posted these pages several pages of poetry written some years ago.
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: January 26, 2009
When I saw you today
I couldn’t help but wonder
Have we met before?
Your face seemed familiar,
But I didn’t recall your name.
When I saw you today
I was amazed
at the way you carried yourself,
with such poise.
When I saw you today
I had to smile because
You were wearing
the same exact sweater
red with sequins dotting the edges.
When I saw you today
I [...]
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: December 6, 2008
Fine as sand
Smooth as silk,
It is colorless.
Sweet as sugar
Bitter as horseradish,
It is tasteless.
Clear as water,
Smoky as fire,
It is boundless.
Parched as a desert
Wet as a rainforest,
It is timeless.
Precious as diamonds
Fragile as porcelain,
It is priceless.
The gift of friendship.
Deborah Farber
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: April 28, 2008
It is going to be another hot one today
And she believes it
As she steps outside
And feels the heat rise
In the breeze-less air
What happened
To the cool, breezy days of spring
Not in Southern California
California means “Hot Oven” in Spanish
What an appropriate name
for a place that has no seasons
Where it can be 95 degrees in December
and 60 degrees [...]
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