Laura Cummings

Rookie (Friday 16th October 1987 / Alexander Hospital, Redditch.)

Laura Cummings Poems

1. Nightmare In Truth 5/4/2005
2. Jaxda 5/4/2005
3. Imagination 11/1/2005
4. Behind Tired Eyes 4/25/2005
5. This Is My Last Goodbye 4/29/2005
6. Life 5/4/2005
7. My Old China Doll. 5/18/2005
8. Running. 5/12/2005
9. Walls To Be Broken 4/23/2005
10. Desperation 8/13/2005
11. Humble Pie 9/12/2005
12. Never Improving Always The Same 6/27/2005
13. What's The Word? 11/1/2005
14. What Is A Poem? 3/17/2005
15. Nothing New 8/13/2005
16. Stalked 7/4/2005
17. Typing To Hard 7/6/2005
18. Ghetto 8/13/2005
19. Dead To The World 9/27/2006
20. Sleeping Together 10/1/2006
21. Cry 11/27/2006
22. Hello? 4/15/2007
23. Lavender Embrace 5/23/2007
24. Me And You 12/27/2007
25. The Cry 12/29/2007
26. Reflections 12/29/2007
27. Bedtime Stories 1/18/2008
28. ? 1/18/2008
29. She Had No Choice 6/5/2006
30. L'Amour 3/3/2009
31. Washing Clean Tomorow 7/22/2010
32. Ultimo Momenti Come Un Spinster, Primi Momenti, Tua Sposa. 3/19/2009
33. I Hate / I Love 3/3/2009
34. Self-Righteous Suicide 3/21/2006
35. Behind The Steering Wheel. 11/25/2005
36. Voodoolovepuppet 3/2/2005
37. The Way The Wind Blows. 5/18/2005
38. Bad W Riting 7/4/2005
39. Too Much Free Time Now 6/27/2005
40. Memories And Heroes 2/7/2005

Comments about Laura Cummings

  • Michael Shepherd (12/28/2008 7:15:00 AM)

    Laura -
    I hope you won't stop writing poetry - though sometimes a break brings it back with more power..

    Michael

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  • Gary Scott Gebert Gary Scott Gebert (3/18/2005 10:52:00 AM)

    I enjoyed the poem very much. What you stated is surely true.

    Gary Scott Gebert

Best Poem of Laura Cummings

A Vicious Cycle

Taking life and feeding death
a broken path, a fork in the road.
Screaming, beating, defeating,
not making any sense but still vital to life and death.
Whispering cruel thoughts, stealing breath
voicing once hidden intentions.
Taking life and feeding death.

Gentle heat, steadfast heart
killing death to take a chance on life every fourth.
Fighting, winning and losing,
not making any sense but still vital to life and death.
Encouraging and coaxing, giving life
pushing back the darkness until its turn to submit.
Taking death and making ...

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The Way The Wind Blows.

whispering in my ear,
secret thoughts for none but one to hear,
brushing against my skin with cold yet gentle finger tips,
a loving caress,
breathing, sighing, tousleing my hair,
caring my feet forward even when its difficult and im finding it hard just to breathe,
soft and gentle, coaching, teaching.
angry, harsh, punishing, forcing me onwards,
riping across my skin like a cold blade,

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