Patti Masterman

Patti Masterman Poems

601. In Men's Clear Eyes 4/14/2010
602. I'M Going To Write My Song Some Day 4/14/2010
603. More Words 4/14/2010
604. Please Send Me Not To Words 4/15/2010
605. How It Is, How It Once Was 4/15/2010
606. Want You Forever 4/15/2010
607. What Happens To The Really Bad Poets 4/12/2010
608. The Royal Martyrs 4/12/2010
609. You Should Be More Suspicious Of Words 4/13/2010
610. Deny Not My Being 4/13/2010
611. Breathing In Your Face 4/15/2010
612. Have To Find A Few Truths Now 4/15/2010
613. You The Invisible Country 4/15/2010
614. Special Occasion 4/15/2010
615. It's Patently Obvious 4/15/2010
616. My Rigor Mortis 4/15/2010
617. Just Because 4/15/2010
618. It's So Easy 4/15/2010
619. How Tiresome To Read My Own Words Again 4/15/2010
620. Everyday Life Is Just Another Poverty 4/15/2010
621. When People Like To Play Their Games 4/15/2010
622. Astronauts Are We 4/15/2010
623. Of Bonfires And Rainbows 4/15/2010
624. My Heart Is Busy Pumping 4/15/2010
625. The Wanderer 4/15/2010
626. The Sun Glares Through The Cracks 4/15/2010
627. I'Ve Quit Believing 4/15/2010
628. And If I Loved You Forever 4/15/2010
629. Real Poetry Inspires More Of The Same 4/15/2010
630. Lovers All; I Love The Poets 4/15/2010
631. I Get Lost 4/15/2010
632. Some Kind Of Music Calls Me 4/15/2010
633. We Are All Famous, Yes 4/15/2010
634. An Airplane 4/15/2010
635. Instinct Gradually Takes Us Over 4/15/2010
636. When I'M Afraid 4/15/2010
637. Don'T You See 4/15/2010
638. Was The Dream Time Of The Alien Prince 4/15/2010
639. You Held All Your Words 4/15/2010
640. Poets Will Not Be Led 4/15/2010

Comments about Patti Masterman

  • Smoky Hoss (8/28/2011 9:17:00 AM)

    Patti's words flow like oxygen through the lungs and blood through the heart, bringing life, and the exhileration of living, to her grateful readers. The world is a bit better place thanks to her poetry.

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  • Amy Lalala (6/22/2011 11:41:00 PM)

    So i randomly came across a poem you had commented on, what you said reminded me alot of something my dad would say so i decided to scope you out.
    It probably doesn't mean much coming from a 17 year old but i really enjoyed reading your poetry!

  • Barbara Clafton (6/20/2011 4:53:00 PM)

    Patti, your poetry is brilliant, inspiring and moving. Thankyou for sharing your creativity with us x

  • Laura Inès Nùñez Cremades (7/15/2010 5:10:00 PM)

    You 'Last goodbye' poem reminded me of my mother.
    I was deeply moved.
    Beatiful work

  • Booklover Tv Lounger (3/7/2010 3:56:00 PM)

    You're a really great poet. I enjoy your poems very much. A nice addition to the PH community. I wish you every happiness and all the best.

    P.S: Couldn't help myself from not saying THANK YOU for your bio summary. It helped with the login problem I get with PH. (and all this time I thought it was my lousy comp; P) .

  • Carol Gall (1/9/2010 5:53:00 AM)

    patti is my friend she is an amazing poet writes from her heart and loves hard
    i can see patti in egyption times or in a futuristic world she is a kind and caring person i love her poetry you never know what to expect and that makes it all the more exciting thanks patti for being the excellent poet your are and for being my friend keep writing you are a natural poet patti also loves to laugh
    and she often make others laugh too

Best Poem of Patti Masterman

Anti-Love Poem #1

When you've loved someone,
As much as you're capable of,
Just let them go. Even better,
Don't write about them- ever.
If you must, let it be once only
And let that be as their epitaph.
Let the seasons and the wind
Sweep away the painful memories
Don't try to re-start fire from a faded puff of smoke.
And give yourself some time to recover.

If you must write thousands of lines
About what went wrong, or why,
For gods sake burn it- burn it quickly
Don't leave it lying around for others eyes to see
And for the dance line to start forming behind you:...

Read the full of Anti-Love Poem #1

We Came Together

We came together at the window,
Through which, we watched the days unfold;
So is this our ending; merely syntax
At the cusp, where winds grew cold?

Did we lose that joy and wonder
That once so long ago, we'd touched;
Did mundane hours finally sunder-
Did I become for you, just crutch?

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