Claudia Krizay

Rookie - 3 Points (1/28/1956 / Washington DC)

Claudia Krizay Poems

1. Severance 8/6/2009
2. Suicide Watch 8/6/2009
3. Snake 8/6/2009
4. To Marjjorie And I 8/6/2009
5. Psychosis 8/6/2009
6. Walk 8/12/2009
7. Nightmare 8/12/2009
8. Wildflower 8/12/2009
9. The Party 8/23/2009
10. Rejection 8/23/2009
11. Her 8/23/2009
12. Realization 8/23/2009
13. Break 9/5/2009
14. Winter's Dream 9/5/2009
15. Terminal 9/5/2009
16. The Refracting 9/24/2009
17. Word Salad 8/5/2009
18. Torn Paper Thoughts 8/5/2009
19. Us 8/6/2009
20. Nightingale 8/6/2009
21. Pink Rose 8/6/2009
22. Purpose 8/6/2009
23. Random Thoughts 8/6/2009
24. The Quiet Room 8/6/2009
25. Shadow 8/6/2009
26. Sometimes 8/5/2009
27. Only In My Dreams 8/5/2009
28. Stream Of Thought 8/6/2009
29. The Connection 5/23/2010
30. What's Inside 5/28/2010
31. Stars, Stripes And Paper Dolls 6/1/2010
32. Itmon 6/2/2010
33. Right Unilateral 6/11/2010
34. The Sun Is Calling 6/14/2010
35. Streets I Have Walked 7/7/2010
36. Sun 7/7/2010
37. It Didn'T Matter 7/7/2010
38. Red, Blue, Green And Gold 7/17/2010
39. Freak Out 4/7/2011
40. Life In The Land Of The Dead 8/5/2009
Best Poem of Claudia Krizay

A True Mom

From childhood memories of band aids and skinned knees,
To those of losing myself to another world,
You were always there for me.
You were the mother in my heart,
The one who tucked me in bed at night, and the one who listened to my tears.
You held my hand when we crossed the street, and when
I crossed that bridge from sanity to unreality.
At that moment when I began to lose myself-
You stood before me with open arms.
In my make believe world, I was a little girl at twenty one-
This nobody understood, but you showered me with your love-
The mother of my ...

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Sometimes

Sometimes I hear the sound of a bolt of lightening
Strike any tree, and
As I walk through the darkness of day,
I only can envision
A glimpse of hidden sunshine,
A gray cloud covering the tips of the treetops, and
A spotted green snake slithering through the grass that
Blankets the tortuous path I walk every day…
Sometimes I hear the thunder crash, as if

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