Patti Masterman

Patti Masterman Poems

161. The Moon Owns All Women 3/18/2010
162. And His Eyes Were Made Of Stars 3/21/2010
163. Disguises 3/21/2010
164. Forgotten 3/21/2010
165. I Saw The Painter's Eyes 3/21/2010
166. Nature Worship 3/21/2010
167. Portrait In Silhouette 3/21/2010
168. Dread Not - Sonnet 3/23/2010
169. I'M Too Big For Your Suitcase 3/23/2010
170. We String Up Our Words Of Pearl 3/23/2010
171. Poem From A Dream 3/23/2010
172. The Opiate Of The Masses 3/23/2010
173. Spring Was Just Getting Ready 3/23/2010
174. Adopt Me 3/23/2010
175. Life Is Angry At Me 3/23/2010
176. Come To The Psychopath's Junction 3/14/2010
177. You Have Zero Messages 3/14/2010
178. Deep Underground 3/15/2010
179. Just Let Me Drown 3/15/2010
180. Let Me Atone For The Sins Of The World 3/15/2010
181. My Life Opens Inside Of You 3/23/2010
182. Incomplete 3/24/2010
183. A Stone's Weight 3/24/2010
184. Bad News, Good News 3/24/2010
185. Dreamers Gold 3/24/2010
186. Forget 3/24/2010
187. I Just Got The Note This Morning 3/24/2010
188. Life Can Mesmerize With Smiles 3/24/2010
189. Silence 3/24/2010
190. The Reason My Heart Beats 3/24/2010
191. There Are Lots Of Words 3/24/2010
192. A Sick Electron Kiss 3/25/2010
193. Be Careful 3/25/2010
194. Lover Of My Soul 3/25/2010
195. Nights Are Too Long 3/25/2010
196. So Alone 3/25/2010
197. Electronic Chirps 3/25/2010
198. Every Corpse On The Bier 3/25/2010
199. When Reading 3/25/2010
200. In The Midst Of All Your Dreams - Pantoum 3/28/2010

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

The Belly Of The Beast

Lost in the belly of the beast,
We look up and see all those curving arches,
And we think then that we're in some majestic cathedral;
But the next sloping corridor takes us down to the mortuary,
The processing station, for what we are busy turning into.
But we still ignore the smell, as we're too busy believing
That for us, a great feast is being prepared-
Just like children at christmas time
Always believe the world is organized solely around them;

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