Natasha Ashwe

Rookie (Kingston, Ontario.)

Natasha Ashwe Poems

1. Halita 1/17/2006
2. Birds 2/18/2006
3. Close-Midnight 2/18/2006
4. 'Open Sesame' Eyes 8/23/2005
5. Relative Distance 4/21/2008
6. Glorious Oblivion 4/21/2008
7. Curtain Call 4/21/2008
8. Blue And Green Lines 4/21/2008
9. Michael's Kaleidoscope 8/21/2008
10. Twinkles 9/2/2008
11. Fabulous Magic 1/29/2009
12. The King 6/3/2009
13. Keep Me 5/3/2005
14. Let Me Not Know 5/13/2005
15. Untie In Thought: A Poem For Heath Ledger 1/24/2008
16. Come To Life 7/1/2006
17. Red Rainbow Halos 7/28/2007
18. The Guy I Saw 8/20/2007
19. Parallel Lines 1/12/2007
20. Do You Do Darkness? 2/18/2006
21. Flight Of Dragons 1/10/2007
22. Gemini Bliss 10/29/2005
23. I Love To Watch You 5/3/2005
24. A Beautiful Flower 5/13/2005
25. My Maelstrom 7/30/2005
26. Saves Me 7/18/2006

Comments about Natasha Ashwe

  • Max Reif (10/29/2005 12:49:00 PM)

    Natashe Ashwe says in her biography, 'I am an artist and poet...I think.' I've just read several of her poems, and I would say, 'I KNOW! ' Natasha writes powerfully about both the beauty and the beguiling lures lurking in life. She writes, for example, of 'pickpocket loves' who have left her heart empty. She is an original, powerful voice.

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  • Sofiul Azam (5/13/2005 8:34:00 AM)

    Your poems are nice to read. I am really impressed.

Best Poem of Natasha Ashwe

Saves Me

I trust the night
I trust the stars that shine
I trust the moon
I know its love’s divine
I trust the wind
I trust its winding ways
I trust the sky
I know its separate days
I trust the dawn
I trust its rising light
I trust the sun
I know its blinding sight
I trust the clouds
I trust the crimson waves
I trust the things I love
I know that this trust saves

Natasha Ashwe July 16,2006

Read the full of Saves Me


She is broken glass spread on the floor that you step on
But the swirls of pain give you something to lean on
She has vials of gun powder stored up in her system
And the fireworks kick all of your blood vessels open

She is butterscotch caramel topped with pistaccio
She is all of the mad ruts your tyres screech over
She is sweat off the fire you'll put out tomorrow
Coz today is the thunderstorm you won't dare let go of

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