I am a novice poet who has loved poetry most of my life - but have taken a more serious turn in my work over the past 2-3 years. I write about love, life and all the emotions that come with the territory. Maybe you could call me a confessional poet on some level. I am quite inspired by those famous poets who refer to themselves as confessional poets. My dream is to be published. Yes, I am ... more »
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Judy Meibach Poems
A Rose by Any Other Name
I am a different kind of feminine - an aberration. A woman, but not in the conventional sense of the word. Men see me as an anomaly,
How can I still love you when I don't love myself? I did love you, I do love you, but I needed you
I am alone. I am no longer with my lover. We love and love forever from afar, but
My journey takes me to the center of my soul to a place I don't want to be -
A Day in the Park - a Haibun
The foliage in the park is stunning. Cherry blossoms are blooming. Their smell radiates across the densely populated garden. Men, young and old are sitting on the dark green benches which have been newly refurbished, reflecting on the meaning of their lives, as they take in the splendid day that they are spending in this often desolate park. Cherry blossoms bloom Men sitting on park benches
I need a muse Something, someone To inspire me The poets that I read
Abecedarian to a Dead Mother
Angry at you because you did not really pay attention to me. Because you did not know how to show your love, because you Criticized me and chastised me for all the things that I Did or did not do. You made me feel like I was not
The hunger within is hard to describe. It's a void that consumes me side to side. It's not just the food that I crave.
I feel so lost, so alone, disconnected from the world.
I want you to love me Be with me as You used to - Make the hurt and anger go away!
The computer has its memory stored within a hard drive containing programs for us to utilize The programmer implements software
The Puppet Woman
I feel alone and so afraid, no one to hold my hand. I need to travel life's path alone
Manic Monday - a Haibun
I am late to work. It is Monday morning - manic Monday morning; It is amazing that I got out of bed in time. 7: 30 AM - yes the sun is up, but I am not. Places to go, people to see. People rush to work - Frenzied emotions run wild
I am a Dreamer
I am a dreamer - but so was Joseph. He dreamed of being a star amongst stars,
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A Rose by Any Other Name
I am a different kind of feminine -
A woman, but not in the conventional sense of the word.
Men see me as an anomaly,
Physically, I am a woman,
possessing all the biological traits
that make me like other women.
But that is where it stops -
I am peculiar,
(so they say)
I am a far cry from what
men gawk at!
Does that make me less of a woman?
It seems that the external
overshadows the internal
and I am left dumbfounded and perplexed.
I seem to be attracted to men
yet men are repelled by ...