Claudia Krizay

Rookie - 0 Points (1/28/1956 / Washington DC)

Claudia Krizay Poems

1. A True Mom 8/5/2009
2. I Found You- (For My Best Friend) 9/25/2011
3. Imprisoned 9/20/2011
4. A Gallant Lady 5/7/2011
5. Magic 9/20/2011
6. Spring's Rebirth 4/25/2011
7. When I Lost Myself 8/24/2011
8. Across The Universe 8/24/2011
9. In Time 9/20/2011
10. Autumn 10/16/2011
11. Electroconvulsive Therapy 9/3/2011
12. Aware 7/7/2010
13. Protagonist 1/25/2012
14. Nature's Gift 1/6/2012
15. Denial 8/24/2011
16. Paradise Found 9/12/2011
17. Escape 9/20/2011
18. The Eyes In Back Of My Head 3/25/2012
19. My Father's Garden 4/27/2011
20. Meaningless 4/22/2011
21. One Day At A Time 1/22/2012
22. Seclusion 11/15/2011
23. The World Outside My Window 7/11/2010
24. Live For Today 6/5/2013
25. The Magical Land Of My Dreams 8/19/2011
26. Flamingo 2/19/2012
27. Outside My Picture Window 3/23/2012
28. Reminiscence 3/24/2012
29. Everywhere I Go 4/28/2012
30. My Mother's Nightmare 6/16/2013
31. My Story 7/11/2013
32. The People In My Head 7/11/2013
33. Hanging By A Thread 4/3/2014
34. Locked Inside 7/30/2011
35. Paranoia 9/3/2011
36. Cicada's Song 8/6/2009
37. Insanity 8/6/2009
38. Love Song 8/6/2009
39. The Unknown Star 12/15/2011
40. Heart Of Gold (-For My Mother) 12/30/2011
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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