Melanie Agua


Melanie Agua Poems

121. Life Belongs To Me 2/3/2007
122. Destiny That Comes In Folds 10/29/2006
123. Address: Streets 10/29/2006
124. At Seventy-Five 2/3/2007
125. Still Single 10/8/2006
126. Moving South 10/8/2006
127. Winged 10/7/2006
128. Metaphors Sulk 9/20/2006
129. The Mind Is Philandering 9/18/2006
130. Death's A Medicine 9/17/2006
131. Good Luck Is Very Expensive 9/16/2006
132. From My Lathery Tongue 9/16/2006
133. Unimpressed 9/16/2006
134. Neighbors Are Spies 9/8/2006
135. The Beautiful 9/6/2006
136. Father, Standing 9/20/2006
137. Addicted 9/23/2006
138. My Love Is A Red Wine 9/17/2006
139. A Poem Before Sleep 9/24/2006
140. An Evening I Recall 1/29/2007
141. Credit 2/14/2007
142. Away 6/25/2007
143. Teaser 3/24/2007
144. A Plea To A Summer Soul 3/6/2007
145. Beauty Is A Disgust To Him 3/7/2007
146. Your Poem 3/19/2007
147. And To Be Forgotten 9/16/2006
148. Let It Be Known 9/5/2006
149. For My Niece 2/17/2007
150. I Anticipate Disaster 9/7/2006
151. A Forum Of The Minds 10/20/2006
152. Secret 2/15/2007
153. Hurt -new- 7/14/2018
154. Restraint -new- 7/10/2018
155. I Wait 9/18/2006

Comments about Melanie Agua

  • Angela Barker (9/13/2007 11:44:00 AM)

    Soft and subtle, strong and fierce -her poetry leads me in delightful circles, leaving me dizzy, drunk and sated.

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  • Goldy Locks (11/5/2006 5:35:00 PM)

    I only dance with women with visions, and Melanie Agua - aquacious female poet - has one.
    keep raising the bar. thump the divide. your saucy subdued wit is not going unnoticed. sjg x

Best Poem of Melanie Agua

I Wait

Like an obedient child,
I wait. I wait.
Tomorrow, will you?
At a friend's party.

I despise dreaming
because they're lies;
sweet hearts' tales
gone by breakfast.

Perhaps i should be
satisfied with gazes;
for your lips are frozen,
stitched and dead.

Read the full of I Wait

Loop

Something rabid is being spewed
But I got too involved, untangling a loop
A bad habit, not keeping it tidy
I've been tracking its rebellious ways.

How ironic that such Silence
Pumped it up, quite agitated
But half of my senses are dulled
Tenaciously wanting to untangle the loop.

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