Poems from Kirsten Egbert
The bloodstained rose sang softly with a weep
Of the love and deceit that I cherish so deep.
For the ones so dull that called her a freak....
The Glasses were already cracked, but alas they fell
Down towards the water
Where my dear friend fell
The froth, colored pink
From the...
She is
A picture of a woman.
Her hair posided at the nape
Of her delicate
and rickety neck.
Tight enough to squeeze her insides
But,...
Her hair still perfectly poised and
My Fair Ophelia,
That tear that trembles down a heavy toll is
No more.
Sleep, dear, within your...
Simplicity is a curse That affects my handsAs they struggle to etch out Perfect words And my brain is a fog That no one understands Full of...