Amy Louise Kerswell

Rookie - 26 Points (4/6/87 / Bath)

Amy Louise Kerswell Poems

441. Scared To Trust 6/4/2007
442. Depression Owns My Soul 6/6/2007
443. When I Come To The End Of My Road. 2/7/2009
444. I Wish I Was A Bird 4/2/2007
445. Depression Is Angry Again 5/31/2007
446. A Child Was Hurt 3/21/2007
447. Depression Said 3/21/2007
448. Anger Rages Inside 3/21/2007
449. God It Hurts So Much 7/1/2007
450. Depression 5/31/2007
451. Miss Me But Let Me Go 12/1/2009
452. The Only Way Now 3/21/2007
453. I Hurt And Hurt 6/2/2007
454. I Said 3/21/2007
455. I'Ll Never Forget 6/3/2007
456. Depression Isn'T Obvious Suicide Is 10/31/2007

Comments about Amy Louise Kerswell

  • Pat Winslow (3/26/2019 10:55:00 AM)

    This is plagiarism. Kerswell has taken Christina Rossetti's poem, shortened it, and claimed it for her own. This website is colluding with Kerswell. It is not to be trusted. Please source your poems responsibly. PoemHunter lists all of Rossetti's poems and makes them available to be read. The poem Kerswell has stolen is number 186 if you are interested. PoemHunter, you have some serious explaining to do. In the meantime, please remove plagiarised work.

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  • Rev. Jerry Wicker (2/11/2019 8:23:00 AM)

    Hi Amy! My email is: pastorjerrystmarks@yahoo.com. I would like your permission to us the poem " Miss Me - But Let me Go" and print it inside a funeral bulletin for someone who loved your work. I'm always concerned about copyright laws and would like your okay before I include it in the bulletin. Blessings, Jerry

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  • Me, an intellectual (1/29/2018 9:38:00 AM)

    The fact that you managed to bang out 400+ suicidal poems is impressive by itself. Most trolls who try something like this for attention give up after about five. The thing is, the dates when the poems were published don't add up. The streaks of 10 or fifteen poems a day and then a month long hiatus is weird enough but the huge hiatus's towards the end of your works just goes to show that the probability of you actually having killed yourself is slim to none. Whatever. (1/2)

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  • Amber Millar (8/3/2007 7:03:00 AM)

    Amy, your poetry is amazing! I believe that you should publish some of your work because it is so brilliant! You might like my poems Perfect Girl, Hope you had a nice Father's Day and Forgive and Forget! please reply xxx

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  • Walt Martin (6/14/2007 5:42:00 PM)

    Hi Amy! ... just a quick note to let you know that I'm 'officially' a new member with much catching-up to be done. As noted in an earlier comment, this date, I 'found' one of your newer poems. Although I lack the technical expertise to venture far into the realm of what is proper syntax, structure, and such, I did want to let you know that I recognized the depth (and power, hence the 'OUCH! ') in your poetry, and that I'll include your expressions in my 'favorites' to watch for, along with ten other poets I've been lucky enough to find. There's much (very much) that I've missed. I did want to let you, M.R., E.F., and your other colleagues aware of my appreciation. Thanks! walt

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Best Poem of Amy Louise Kerswell

I Said

God Im hurt.
I said God Im hurt.
And god said I know.

I siad God I cry a lot.
And God said thats why I gave you tears.
I said God I get so damn depressed.
And God said thats why I gave you sunshine.

I sais God life is so hard.
And God said thats why I gave you loved ones.
I said God my Loved ones dead.
And God said I watched mine nailed to the cross.
I said God your loved one lives.
And God said so does yours.
I said God where are they?
And God said mine is on my right and yours is in the light.

I said God it hurts.
And God said I ...

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Gazing Suicide

I went to the train tracks.
I sat on the bridge above.
My life has beaten me.

As I looked down below me.
I saw the tracks before my eyes.
So shiny and black.

My troubles.