Poems from writerdeviant

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I am a teacher by calling, a writer by nature, a mother by grace, and a wife by choice. I love all my roles, though am better at some than at others. I write because I love it and because I need it to deal with a life that can be cruel and cynical as well as beautiful and mysterious. "Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar." Percy Bysshe Shelley
  Your words are candy apple on dainty fairy wings pinned on a board for all to see, tasting  of sweetness like jelly beans rolling on your...
My lips smile,  even as my soul-dipped eyes frown  in the midst  of the silence in your eyes,  or is it indifference at the nagging  of...
Tell it to the elephant, the one that smothers the room of its air and pushes us against opposite  walls in silent discontent, rubbing up ...
She fidgets with her beads again, watching faces go by - a blur - no one stopping to ask her to tell them their future. Who wants to know...
Written in the bilingüe style of Rhina P. Espaillat     I wonder whether my father,  proud and stubborn (orgulloso y testarudo), ever snuck...

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