Amy Kerswell

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My name is amy im 19 years old I have been raped abused and molestered hence the fact some of my poems are about abuse and anger. I feel suicidal some times but am over this now and controll it I'm not over the abuse I doubt I ever will be.
I hope to be a writer. Althogh I write poems to express my emotions of words I cannot speak.
Somehow writing helps with things I've been ... more »

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  • Dawn Michelle (4/23/2007 7:46:00 PM)

    Love your poems.
    Keep up the great work.
    =)

    -Dawn

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  • Kee Thampi (3/20/2007 11:21:00 PM)

    Accept me for who and what I am.
    You may have known me once.
    But Im a different person now.
    I love the poems of this young poet......she writes from heart, fugitive in words and feels

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  • Luke Frake (6/4/2006 3:52:00 PM)

    I really love your work, its beautifull and a great read.
    i really think you can go far, your work its self has brought me to tears.
    im glad your other the thoughts you were having, i agree how you feel, wrighting makes it easier to think.
    your work is beautifull. and im sure the that you will be fine, there will be hard days, but good days as well.
    hopfully reading this is making you smile. and dont worry im not coming on to you.
    just wishing you the very best, as your poems have made me want to let you no what i think.
    good luck with the future.
    and if you ever want anyone to talk to, i wont be just a wall *smile*

    xxx
    luke

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Best Poem of Amy Kerswell

Colours Of Pain

Red deep and red angry red.
For her eyes only see the anger thats around her.
Blue for the thousands of tears cried.
Black for the despair and depression life brings her way.

Red is all she sees.
For the anger that fills her within.
Anger that has lived for so long.
While she trys to figure where it went wrong.

Blue for the tears.
Tears that will not fall.
There no water fall.

Blak for the dispare and depression.
That life has brought her way.

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