Paula Glynn

Paula Glynn Poems

361. Behind Closed Doors 12/11/2015
362. The Day I Lost My Hair 9/5/2015
363. Speak For Myself 6/22/2019
364. My Hot Boy 5/29/2012
365. The Snake & The Apple 3/12/2013
366. Turquoise Dreams 10/28/2012
367. Infected 2/17/2015
368. I'M Fat And I Have A Great Sex Life 2/17/2015
369. My Little Pony 5/9/2014
370. The Mars Bar 11/27/2012
371. Essex Girl 5/25/2010
372. The Colour Blue: Part 1 7/11/2010
373. Give Me A Kitkat Kitty 6/2/2013
374. The Clack, Clack Of High Heels 2/20/2012
375. My Heart's Desire 10/23/2009
376. Child Of The Universe 9/27/2017
377. A Blank Page 7/7/2011
378. Wake Up, Dreamer 12/25/2014
379. Hospital Life 8/12/2015
380. I Hate You 3/21/2013
381. Dirty Dishes In The Kitchen Sink 7/8/2014
382. Orange Juice 8/13/2009
383. The Rainbow 9/8/2009
384. A Chain To My Heart 7/17/2012
385. A Cup Of Coffee 10/4/2012
386. The Perfume Of Flowers 7/6/2014
387. You'Ve Got To Love Candy Bars 6/3/2014
388. Murder On My Mind 12/16/2014
389. A Poor Girl In A Poor Town 6/26/2010

Comments about Paula Glynn

  • Subhas Chandra Chakra Subhas Chandra Chakra (9/27/2017 10:42:00 AM)

    Your creativity, depth of knowledge and passion for science is amazing and fascinating.
    Please keep writing daily, so that many a people like us CAN BENEFIT FROM YOUR POEMS, who have left their university days scores ago.
    Thanks dear poet

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  • Michael Gamble (10/4/2014 11:05:00 AM)

    Attention Paula! I have been coming the internet and have found some breath taking images of birds of prey and I was wondering if you would be interested in writing a poem specifically for the illustration that I am thinking of creating?

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  • Michael Gamble (9/13/2014 6:15:00 AM)

    Today myself, Julia and Michael, one of Paula's good friends, have been reading a few of Paula's great writings from 'The Escape Collection' and wow! We thought they were supersonic, magnificent and very colourful and written in a way which makes one hunger to read more. As visual artists, we have spent the last couple of hours, researching images which have been inspired from reading Paula's works. We are very excited to create amazing artwork to accompany some of Ms. Glynn's literary masterpieces. Keep up the excellent work Paula Glynn! ! ! We can't wait to read your next adventures. Why write about the African jungle when you've got plenty of jungle around you! lol x

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  • Dela Bobobee Dela Bobobee (6/27/2010 10:58:00 AM)

    This is an example of a very good descriptive power of creative writing at its very best. It paints a very vivid picture of the grim prospect of hopelessness on the chaotic canvas of absurdidities found in existentialist school of literary thoughts.

    But I wonder if there is no iota of ironic twist as an underlying factor to juxtapose hopelessness with the undertone of the inbuilt power of the human spirit known for its propensity as a bundle of possibilities. When the lord Jesus Christ was born, the pessimistic question was - 'Can anything good come out of Israel? ' But today, you and I know the answer to that question.

    I really enjoyed this very touching poem, and I wish the writer could write more. I crave to know the rest of the character's grim story. Surely that could not be the end, for there is always a light at the end of every dark tunnel for every reawakened human spirit. I urge this writer to try her hands on short stories or possibly a novel. She has convinced me beyond every reasonable doubt that she can clinch a Booker Prize with her mastery of the descriptive intricacies of the human nature. Pls take a cue.

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Best Poem of Paula Glynn

A Poor Girl In A Poor Town

Everyday is the same in her home town,
She is just a poor girl in a poor town,
Always skipping school and barely skimming by,
It seems she has no ambitions,
But she knows the truth:
She will never be rich or famous,
No matter her qualifications,
She tries to see hope but just feels fear,
Because all roads lead nowhere,
Even with the radio station playing all her favourite songs,
But her life is no song,
Her mother ditched her a long time ago,
And her father is just her father,
There's nothing special about either of her parents,
And deep ...

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Blue Candy

Dots of light scatter across the view,
From a distance I'm closer to the view.
The water moves as the boats remain silent in the view,
The screams from the park sheltered by the moon.
Blue firemen spread their heat,
The powder now a liquid with emotions to defeat.
People fire their souls as the rides end their attack,
Blue candy waiting inside them to react.

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