Paula Glynn

Veteran Poet - 1,014 Points (December 1980 / Essex, Britain)

Paula Glynn Poems

1. Egyptian Cotton 5/8/2009
2. Black Cherry Lipstick Kisses 5/9/2009
3. On Repeat 5/9/2009
4. Hot Pepper 5/10/2009
5. Hellbent On Revenge 5/19/2009
6. Falling From Grace 8/10/2009
7. Written In Blood 8/10/2009
8. Real Gorgeous! 8/10/2009
9. Memories In Water 8/13/2009
10. Caught In Your Web Part 1 9/5/2009
11. The Fire 9/8/2009
12. Something Deeper 9/22/2009
13. Perfume & Glamour Part 1 9/22/2009
14. Violet Sky 10/18/2009
15. The Rich B*tch 10/23/2009
16. Brown Paper Bag 11/13/2009
17. Lipstick Passion 12/17/2009
18. Have The Guts To Go All Out 1/4/2010
19. Charmed 1/19/2010
20. Boredom 2/6/2010
21. Chemical Overdose 3/2/2010
22. Twisting Atoms 3/2/2010
23. Grow From Concrete 3/3/2010
24. This Is My Religion 3/3/2010
25. No Oil Painting 3/6/2010
26. Frozen With Hate 3/15/2010
27. Searching 3/27/2010
28. African Gold 4/5/2010
29. Connection 4/16/2010
30. The Dreamer 9/8/2009
31. Rainforest Life & Dreams Part 1 5/14/2010
32. Blurred Images 6/4/2010
33. Glittering Nights 6/4/2010
34. Brainbox 5/18/2010
35. Fashion Butterfly 6/27/2010
36. Livewire 6/27/2010
37. Just Sound The Music 7/13/2010
38. Second By Second 8/7/2010
39. Just Sitting Here 8/7/2010
40. Desires Of The Heart 10/1/2010
Best Poem of Paula Glynn

A Poor Girl In A Poor Town

Everyday is the same in her home town,
She is just a poor girl in a poor town,
Always skipping school and barely skimming by,
It seems she has no ambitions,
But she knows the truth:
She will never be rich or famous,
No matter her qualifications,
She tries to see hope but just feels fear,
Because all roads lead nowhere,
Even with the radio station playing all her favourite songs,
But her life is no song,
Her mother ditched her a long time ago,
And her father is just her father,
There's nothing special about either of her parents,
And deep ...

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Blue Candy

Dots of light scatter across the view,
From a distance I'm closer to the view.
The water moves as the boats remain silent in the view,
The screams from the park sheltered by the moon.
Blue firemen spread their heat,
The powder now a liquid with emotions to defeat.
People fire their souls as the rides end their attack,
Blue candy waiting inside them to react.

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