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The Left Of Center Heart

by

Sarah Anne Glenfield

My heart is heavy for you today
for the burdens you carry your way
You long to be free
for simplicity
Do you? Or am I reading you wrong
My pull to you is strong
You are now in my heart
for your gift gave me a start
I am scared of what lies ahead
new territory to tread
What will happen to me, to you
a beginning, an end
or just a friend
What ever comes up I will face
for I am stronger now in this race
You will live your life, I will live mine
whenever our paths cross
it will surely be divine
I'll cherish the moments
I'll not ask for more
I know you don't want
what you've had before
We are both looking for new
not old, not blue...
You seem content right now
to bad for me and how
I'll carry this with me
the secret between we
I'm scared of my feelings
I know I don't want
to send myself reeling
As I have done
many times before
I'll see you in shadows
I'll see you in winter
I'll see you my friend
always left of center...


Strength

by

Sarah Anne Glenfield

I had a dream and it scared me.
You were there, scared and frightened
to take that step
that one scary step
I am too, fore I am like you
scared to take that step,
scared of you
My heart is weak and yours is too
Life is full of imperfections and so are we
Life is but mistakes and lessons to be learned
We can stay scared and learn our lessons alone
or we could challenge them together
When I look at you -- I see my reflection
Wanting, but scared to touch
scared to reach,
scared it may be rough
I've seen you my friend,
don't be afraid,
I'd be there for you,
you 'd be there for me
Sitting alone in my room as I think of you
I think of the strength between us, that could be
The strength in ourselves that could blossom into we


Find Yourself Free

by

Sarah Anne Glenfield

My secret desires always conflict
with the morality that supresses me
I wear my heart out on my sleeve
as I have always done before
But you are not so easily deceived
you are disguised my friend
I do want you and I think you want me
but I cannot allow you too close to me
Fore my heart is still mending
and my self is not so trusting
You are still held by one someone
but if you ever find yourself free
come to me, come see me


In The Night

by

Sarah Anne Glenfield

In the night I hear your plight
the lonesome call of one so tall
In the night your in my sight
your in my dream close to my stream
In the night you come a rapping
waking me up from my napping
In the night I hear a sound
reminding me of what was found
In the night you stir my soul
making me restless in my hole
In the night I cannot sleep
for the memories that I keep
In the night my cry so dear
keeping me from sleeping here

In the day I cannot wait
until the night where I lie awake
In the day my heart races
to those thoughts in which have places
In the day I think of you
my petals glisten from the dew
In the day I travel on
thinking of you hard and long
In the day thoughts come my way
of next we meet come what may
In the day until we meet
I think of you I think of heat
In the day you'll never know
what keeps me going and makes me whole

Until then you'll find me here
deep in thought of you dear
Until then unlike sinking ships
I sit and think of your lips
Until then until I concede
I'll heed no warning of my need
Until then I think you know
I'll think of you as water flows
Until then until I find
our bodies mingled intertwined
Until then until at last
we twist together like in the past
Until then my dearest sweet
I'll enjoy the memories that I keep


In The Light

by

Sarah Anne Glenfield

In the light I wake
a brand new day
In the day I smile
for new things come my way
In the night I ponder
the past seems so much longer
But then I sleep
sometimes I weep
But then the morn'
comes once again
And I smile think
of the past, present and future
I do not cry anymore
fore the past is what makes me stronger
In the present I surely think
that things are got and will get better
I see my future of many paths
the one I take I hope it lasts
I'll be happy fore you see
theres no one else just like me!


The Crow

by

Sarah Anne Glenfield

As dark's curtain falls unto the earth
you'll see my spirit begin rebirth
And in this time next you'll see
the beauty that is within me
As this happens my spirit lifts
the crow carries my most precious gifts
And with my night vision I surely see
clearly all that surrounds me

The freedom of the soaring crow
that is my spirit looking below
As I sit and ponder past
how I finally smile at last
And in the present darkness we
smile for a while and make believe
With this crow my destiny lies
fore he does carry all thats inside

His black satin feathers and wise old eyes
only in this creatures disguise
I hide my heart, I hide my soul,
I hide my face until I grow
The crow will guide me, teach me how
to become myself and never look down
To be at peace to be as one
forever liking the person I've become

In my life my crow and me
follow the path which carries me
Along the way, from time to time
moments shared are truely devine
Myself, this path, alone I must take
except for the crow which guides my fate
My shadow, myself as one are we
my crow and I forever we'll be.


The Music Box

by

Sarah Anne Glenfield

I am in my room
my own little room
It is like a music box
playing a single tune
When I listen closely
I can hear the playing
Tunes playing from others
very small room

In this place, I am safe from harm
It gives me comfort, keeps me warm
In my room, you'll find me here
with my thoughts and poems so very dear
In my room I sit and view
all that I have gone through

In my room my trust is mine
when given out, a gift devine
Not to sure what to be
I like my safety, I like to be free
In my place, I've found true peace
where I can cause things to cease
In my room I hide my face
under masks of different race

If you need me, you'll find me here
deep inside where visions gleam
If you need me, you'll find me here
deep inside where music dreams


The Chameleon

by

Sarah Anne Glenfield

I am the Chameleon
I have many faces
My color does change
along with my paces
My attitude changes, is never the same
as the wind drifts, it calls out my name

I see you coming, calling my name
then the next thing I know
I'm changing again
I can become what you want me to be
fore I am the chameleon, do you not see?

With all of these changes
I am not free
Nor am I very happy
because of the fact that, I can't find me

In my journey, I'll look for you here
deep in my heart, I keep you near
Never too close, never too sure
where this journey will lead me
or how far will I endure

I am the chameleon of that I can't deny
I'll find my identity among the faces where I hide
When I'm complete, I'll let you know
You'll see me in a different light
as I begin to glow

I am here for you, my chameleon, my friend
we're in this jouney, until the end
You are in my heart as I've said before
my friend who lifts me, when I fall hard
I tell you this for one day you might see
the real face, the face that is me


The Cry of The Wolf

by

Sarah Anne Glenfield

Do you hear the cry of the wolf?
Can you hear the tear as it crashes to the floor?
Do you hear the cry of the lost child?
Do you see the single trail the snake leaves as it slithers through the
lonely desert?
Can you see the lonesome eyes of the bat as it flies solo in the night?
Do you hear the lick of the soundless guitar?
Do you hear the scream of the motorcycle as it soars by on a road to nowhere?
Do you see the pain in the face of the old man?
Do you know about the pain that is hidden by the lost soul?
Can you hear the screams of the soul, fighting -- ever fighting?
Do you see the history in my eyes?
Can you see the last flickers of the flame from the candle that was lit on
both ends?
Can you ever know the thoughts that go through my head?
Do you hear my cry, the cry of my past, my present and my future?
Fore it is the cry of the wolf! -- Ever Searching...