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.

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Best Poem of Natasha Ashwe

A Beautiful Flower

I know of a beautiful flower
With a sense beguiling fragrance
Where nectar like honey flows
With a sting

In ways a heart's deceptions
Lie hidden in words of eloquence
And sacred vows discreetly
Buried in a ring

As liquor sipped is the ginger step
Over unsteady ground
And it's excesses twenty thousand
Falls and highs

It entices a prey lacking guile like canine footfalls
Without a sound
Till you are enslaved in its lust
With swoons and sighs

Read the full of A Beautiful Flower

Birds

Birds circle
the ash smothered,
soap sudsy
sponges of cloud
wiping slowly at
the blurred screen
of a serenely blue sky

And from the distance
they are pencil stroke moustaches
twitching on
the invisible faces made by the wind
as it passes by.

11 August 2003

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