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Crystal Dawn
Crystal Dawn
(May 17,1974 / Portsmouth, Virginia)
Biography of Crystal Dawn
Crystal Dawn is a new up and coming poet. She's been writing poetry for over twenty years, and her first poetry book has now been published and available to the public. Her work represents the culture and psychology of a single woman, struggling through the perils of life in this time. Her poems have such imagery and exquisite symbolism that she can make you 'feel' the poem.
She is also an advocate for art and poetry, and its importance in our time. She encourages artists and writers to grow in their education and talent. She is also one of the creators of The Kaged Artists' Community, a group of like persons who believe in the development of the arts, whether visual or literal.
Her website can be found at http: //www.crystaldawnpoetry.com
Crystal Dawn's Works:
The Sensitive Callous
Crystal Dawn Poems
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Life
A newborn baby is held in his mother’s arms. Another newborn baby is looking at his charms. Held in his mother’s arms, hoping he will be lucky. -
Knocking At The Door
Lord, how long am I gonna keep tempting myself to sin? I always push it too far. Before I know it, Sin's standing at my door, -
Ode To Mary
The only best friend My heart will ever know is you. And you Are still the only one who can make tears Roll down my cheeks from laughter. -
Daddy, Please Don’t Lie
Daddy, daddy, you told the judge yesterday A lie to take everything away From Mommy. -
Criticism
What are they laughing about, Laughing and joking and starting to shout? A little girl is in the corner with her head down. She feels like the guiltiest person in town.
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Criticism
What are they laughing about,
Laughing and joking and starting to shout?
A little girl is in the corner with her head down.
She feels like the guiltiest person in town.
She wears all the styles, but they don’t care.
She tells herself it just isn’t fair.
She starts to hate herself
And takes the pills off the shelf.
The little girl’s heart has now died.
