elizabeth brotzman

elizabeth brotzman Jul 2013

Cower

Why do you creep in the night
    When you know of who watches over me?

why do you call my name,
    when you know your voice is weak?

why do you preach your word
     when you see my oath to light.

why do you cower so?
    I haven't even begun to fight.

The only religious poem I have written .

elizabeth brotzman Jul 2013

The Stage

Earth, nothing more than a stage.
Life nothing more than an act.
The happenings among us simply a scene

We have tragedies
We have comedy
We have horror
and we have romance

Some of us are the lead, some behind the scenes
But no matter your part

From the moment the curtain rises,
You preform.
You shine.
and your goal nothing more than when the currant falls..

....They applaud

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elizabeth brotzman Jul 2013

Romance Is Dead

Romance is dead.
He died on a cold winter night
With a bottle of whisky in one hand
And 5 missed calls on the night stand.
He died along with laughter
From red flaked lipstick, fish-net thigh highs
And broken wax on the bed sheets.
Romance Is Dead.
He died along with good mornings and i'm sorry.
He died along with warm kisses and long hugs.
Died along with wishes and rings,
Died with forever and took I Love You with him.
Romance Is Dead

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elizabeth brotzman Jul 2013

All That I Have

I have a heart
All I have is this heart
This heart of stone
This heart of ice
This heart that is so young yet unmovable.
You have these eyes
These eyes that take all I have
these eyes that crumble my stone
these eyes that warm the ice
You're taking all I have.

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