Mary E-A. K. Remaniak Poems
Field of Dreams
This mirrored room that shows us life
As a frail and growing thing,
This reflection seen when looked at
Disappears when turned away.
Old letters brought from dust,
Words recreated from crumbling... more
Poet: Mary E-A. K. Remaniak rating:  Golden Break
This night of darkness so sweet and cold
Chills my soul with its poison lips.
Seduction bleeds out black drops of blood
And yet the crimson magnet beats,
The pulse in tune with the rushing... more
Poet: Mary E-A. K. Remaniak rating: Casey
You say they hate you,
That your life is a living hell.
Well, baby, I tried to change that...
I tried to help you out.
You pushed me away
When I held you close.
You said just once
And I wanted... more
Poet: Mary E-A. K. Remaniak rating: It's Gone
Many nights we shared our dreams
And made many childish plans
To take over the world with laughter
And make the sky our own.
Now we're so much older
And wise, we see it through
To the face... more
Poet: Mary E-A. K. Remaniak rating: Crazy
Spinning till dizziness throws off equilibrium,
She falls to the ground panting with laughter.
The breeze takes breath away as the ledge grows,
Becoming a dancefloor for "16 Going On... more
Poet: Mary E-A. K. Remaniak rating: The Fault of Romeo
As in the fire, silver melts and runs into a stream,
So in the heart does passion lie molten and flowing.
Through the veins like fire, the red blood spurts and burns.
Yet even nightfall does not... more
Poet: Mary E-A. K. Remaniak rating: Metamorphia's Fall
It’s funny how people change,
Those you thought would stay your friends forever
Now don’t even know you’re there
Except to point out faults or make fun.
Positive reinforcement does nothing
To... more
Poet: Mary E-A. K. Remaniak rating: A Road Taken
The path stretches out before,
Illuminated by the street lights
That color greyness golden.
Mist is caught in the beams
And the stars come to earth
While still shining above.
A damp chill... more
Poet: Mary E-A. K. Remaniak rating: Leaving
The words that once flowed like a stream in the spring
Now sputter like a choked-out brook.
The songs that I used to sing
Lie dead and cold in the imagination.
With no inspiration, butterflies are... more
Poet: Mary E-A. K. Remaniak rating: Whispers From a Dream
A feather falls from the heavens
And is plucked up by the chubby hands
Of a child, who takes it home
And stores it in her treasure box.
A dream that is spun,
A tale is woven around the flighty... more
Poet: Mary E-A. K. Remaniak rating:
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