Karin Elizabeth Martin

Rookie - 479 Points (1964 / Stuttgart, Germany)

Karin Elizabeth Martin Poems

1. What May Become 3/30/2008
2. Memories Shared Of Her Father To One Without A Memory Of Her Own 4/21/2008
3. On Being A Mother 5/11/2008
4. Sometimes 6/24/2010
5. There You Were 8/22/2010
6. Getting Back To Zero 10/6/2010
7. Second Hand 10/14/2010
8. Life Unexpected 5/1/2011
9. Summer Shadows 6/27/2011
10. My Turn, My Peace 1/10/2012
11. Where Am I Now 5/3/2012
12. Wishing For Yesterday 11/5/2012
13. Daughter My Teacher 2/1/2013
14. Petunia 8/11/2013
15. Mother 9/11/2013
16. It's Snowing For Our Mom 1/4/2014
17. Mom 4/3/2014
18. Summer Time 2/22/2015
19. If You Still Have A Mother 5/1/2015
20. Happy Fathers Day Mom 6/21/2015
21. Chasing Angels 6/29/2015
22. Sideways Sunrise 7/2/2015
23. Looking Thru The Mirror 6/4/2017
24. I Hear A Voice 8/19/2008
25. Cross Roads 6/11/2010
26. Better Things To Do 10/4/2017
27. Atonement 11/15/2017
28. Happy Mothers Day 5/12/2018
29. The Love Of Growing 6/23/2019
30. I Love You But I Can'T Love Myself 8/18/2013
31. Sunday Mother Sunday 5/8/2011
32. Moving On 8/4/2008
33. Happy Anniversary 6/11/2017
34. Autumn 9/11/2017
35. The Birthday Candle 5/1/2015
36. Knowing 10/18/2017
37. The Past Remains 4/22/2007
38. Long Nights 3/16/2008
39. Desperately Seeking Michael 3/17/2008
40. Gone 6/19/2010

Comments about Karin Elizabeth Martin

  • Karin Martin (11/2/2017 2:40:00 PM)

    Seeking other writers who may be able to mentor me in a novel about my mother who grew up in Munich during 1926 thru 1950.
    Thank you in advance
    Karin

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Best Poem of Karin Elizabeth Martin

Long Nights

It is so dark, so cold, so still,
I walk along, all else is still
I come here often, never in the day
to watch and keep
the people safe
I carry at my side some steel,
I use it as I creep along
Ever silent, never wrong
I light my way, of what I see
with my friend of steel, my friend and me.
I look upon, the sleeping forms,
I see some faces, I count their mourns.
They are but children, mostly small,
but adults and the world have taught them,
all wrong or nothing at all.
They look so innocent, so young and weak,
I do not stare, I only ...

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The Past Remains

I came upon, a long lost thing,
forlorn as it was, it had beauty to me,
withered and bruised, it lay among,
the shredded remains, of an old love song

But dreams die first, with the exception of myself,
all my thoughts and hopes, idly gathering dust,
on the bureaus top shelf

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