I'm Charlotte, I am 22 and a new poet. Experimenting with the style and substance of my work. I live between London and New York. Seeking improvement in my writing. Comments and critique are welcome!
New York City. To live in New York is danger enough, But to work and to twist, wears limbs weak; To seek truth from a stone with a texture so rough, Leaves the flags chance of rising, pale and bleak. Talk of gun shots on east 17th quakes knees, But forgotten when prancing to his place, Gin fuels swims in littered subway seas, As the city shaves and carves it’s own race. New York is a Lady for all who can dream, and she’ll rip to small pieces your young plan, But I will be torn and tweaked at the seams, If the delegate to repair is my man. So long as she stands cruel callous and tall, This american stranger will be my all.
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
Sometimes Things Just End. (14/11/2014)
Orange County. (20/10/2014)
Evenings, when in love with an artist. (10/09/2014)
Just the three of us. (08/09/2014)
No More Page 3 (19/08/2014)
Reluctant Return. (18/08/2014)
Blog link: https://www.writeoutloud.net/blogs/charlotte
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