Shemaine English Poems

A great
and terrible
beauty
is in
...

I shake
loose
...

Ten years later we still think of them
We still feel their spirits in our bones
and remember them
...

Midnight Magic

There is magic.
In the texture
...

Your tears
burn the
flesh
of my fingers
...

Under the bridge,
moonlight cascades
itself
across her face
...

You leave
me.

Ambiguous
...

On wings
of desire,
I fly
...

Inside
of me
he finds
a
...

Grief-stricken
mothers,
broken families,
lost children
...