Tatevik

The child is gone BY:Wendy Hope Lagrange

  this poem made me cry today...   A child that I saw today,Has grown up and slipped away.She was once mine in the past;From baby to girl, to woman at last.I played with her in her cribWiped...
Posted by Tatevik on Sat, 12 Jan 2008 10:46:00 PST

Nature

nature awoke at dawn and started to wash its hands   my envy rose to see how passionately the sun was kissing the body of the virgin snow   &it's cold outside but I've unbuttoned my coat w...
Posted by Tatevik on Thu, 22 Mar 2007 01:37:00 PST

TONIGHT

You're weird like a  loudly written poem, like doctor's handwriting, like the everlasting cry of neighbor's kid&   I am tired like the stars  leaving the sky at dawn, like a mannequin  we...
Posted by Tatevik on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 06:10:00 PST

SPECIAL BREAKFAST

  I've mastered this game since my birth and for almost 25 years it's so dear to me to fold up my loneliness and use it instead of pillow&   I've walked along uneasy pathways and met men of...
Posted by Tatevik on Thu, 28 Dec 2006 02:16:00 PST

One of My Poems

*** Now the sky  is  dark, like  my  underwear   I'm  quickly  gulping  the  wine which  has  a  taste  of  fresh  blood- st...
Posted by Tatevik on Wed, 13 Dec 2006 10:36:00 PST