Poems Inspired by Alice Fulton
#AliceFulton
Poems inspired by the American author Alice Fulton. Here you'll find poetry using the style, themes or characters found in the writing and poetry of Alice Fulton. Along with poems about Fulton herself, including praise, criticism and tributes.
Honoria
Bumped 22nd May 2023 11:44pm
22nd Sep 2020 3:15am
22nd Sep 2020 3:15am
Suffocation of Marriage
So desperate to please you,
quantity over quality, fearing loss,
sensual in thought but,
more mechanical in reality
the love is still there
where passion is not.
Your spirit’s essence
creates imagined warmth.
For as much as I long for your company,
I’m relieved when we part.
The mental jenga which
wreaks havoc in mind and body,
leaves anguished sentence fragments
when we attempt to reconcile.
What was once unified,
was...
quantity over quality, fearing loss,
sensual in thought but,
more mechanical in reality
the love is still there
where passion is not.
Your spirit’s essence
creates imagined warmth.
For as much as I long for your company,
I’m relieved when we part.
The mental jenga which
wreaks havoc in mind and body,
leaves anguished sentence fragments
when we attempt to reconcile.
What was once unified,
was...
#AliceFulton
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41 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
30th Sep 2020 4:32am
30th Sep 2020 4:32am
Rearview Mirror With Baby Shoes
As if unwilling to sit still
they hung there, swaying;
soles still clean, undented, unperforated.
Peering over the tall, red dashboard
I was a mole in a moving hideaway
carried forward unwittingly,
the past still front and center.
How could he have ever fit
Into those shoes, I thought,
they were doll-sized.
Suddenly he became a life-sized doll
on the horizon as if waiting for us to arrive,
wind-blasted and beyond compliance.
'What took you so long?', his tiny lips muttered,
'I am outgrowing myself as you...
they hung there, swaying;
soles still clean, undented, unperforated.
Peering over the tall, red dashboard
I was a mole in a moving hideaway
carried forward unwittingly,
the past still front and center.
How could he have ever fit
Into those shoes, I thought,
they were doll-sized.
Suddenly he became a life-sized doll
on the horizon as if waiting for us to arrive,
wind-blasted and beyond compliance.
'What took you so long?', his tiny lips muttered,
'I am outgrowing myself as you...
#childhood
#memories
#AliceFulton
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6 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
26th Sep 2020 2:54am
26th Sep 2020 2:54am
Sting of Consciousness
I have a hard time understanding anti-maskers
when they claim their rights
are being fringed upon,
it’s somewhere along the lines
of anti-vaxxers, it just sounds wrong.
I know everyone is entitled to their own views,
but it seems that lately
we’re an individualistic society,
people will believe the lies
and ignore the truth
simply because it’s easier.
Then again, selfishness, like greed, is a disease,
it slowly tears away
at the fabric of humanity,
it’s manifested in anger
with hatred and ignorance, ...
when they claim their rights
are being fringed upon,
it’s somewhere along the lines
of anti-vaxxers, it just sounds wrong.
I know everyone is entitled to their own views,
but it seems that lately
we’re an individualistic society,
people will believe the lies
and ignore the truth
simply because it’s easier.
Then again, selfishness, like greed, is a disease,
it slowly tears away
at the fabric of humanity,
it’s manifested in anger
with hatred and ignorance, ...
#hope
#science
#death
#LifeStruggles
#AliceFulton
463 reads
8 Comments
nomoth
Poem Published
18th Sep 2020 5:21pm
18th Sep 2020 5:21pm
lemon yellow grass
Visual for Classic Corner comp.
#ghosts
#SelfWorth
#AliceFulton
727 reads
14 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
17th Sep 2020 8:43pm
17th Sep 2020 8:43pm
Quasimodo dilemma
His hands clasped over his ears
as they called the rich and poor to prayer,
crying for the pain to stop
from the ore when it was cast
in the foundry as molten metal splashed.
Did god condone each single burn
weary hands as they hammered it to pitch,
It will strike just like a torch
the flame of music at its source,
reverberating like dirt upon the coffin's lid.
A liturgy, a clean unsoiled handkerchief
torn with the frequency of pinking shears.
The bell ringer counts the score
in black...
as they called the rich and poor to prayer,
crying for the pain to stop
from the ore when it was cast
in the foundry as molten metal splashed.
Did god condone each single burn
weary hands as they hammered it to pitch,
It will strike just like a torch
the flame of music at its source,
reverberating like dirt upon the coffin's lid.
A liturgy, a clean unsoiled handkerchief
torn with the frequency of pinking shears.
The bell ringer counts the score
in black...
#hope
#inspirational
#respect #AliceFulton
#respect #AliceFulton
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4 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
6th Sep 2020 10:06pm
6th Sep 2020 10:06pm
Aviation
( After Alice Fulton )
I once had reason to fear
humans in general—
people are people, individual
as their unpredictable demeanor
regardless of upbringing
I've experienced them
in farmhouse pigsties
to Buckingham Palace—
often unable to tell a difference
aside from clothes or conduct.
I once observed various groups
in a museum:
The elite,...
I once had reason to fear
humans in general—
people are people, individual
as their unpredictable demeanor
regardless of upbringing
I've experienced them
in farmhouse pigsties
to Buckingham Palace—
often unable to tell a difference
aside from clothes or conduct.
I once observed various groups
in a museum:
The elite,...
#inspirational
#humankind
#uplifting #AliceFulton
#uplifting #AliceFulton
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52 Comments
poetryaccident
Poem Published
29th Oct 2017 4:45am
29th Oct 2017 4:45am
I’m Not Dead
I'd forgotten how to live
as a sleep-walker in the din
shuffling feet against the noise
looking down instead of up
I'd thought the end had come before
this mistake made by God
that I was still too much alive
not interned deep in the ground.
The world still turned in its wheels
now two dimensional in detail
gray was the truest tint
while rainbows tempted me
so much to see with cold promise
that nothing warmed my numb hands
matched by a body I'd divorced
from pursuit of desire's course.
Then the flame...
as a sleep-walker in the din
shuffling feet against the noise
looking down instead of up
I'd thought the end had come before
this mistake made by God
that I was still too much alive
not interned deep in the ground.
The world still turned in its wheels
now two dimensional in detail
gray was the truest tint
while rainbows tempted me
so much to see with cold promise
that nothing warmed my numb hands
matched by a body I'd divorced
from pursuit of desire's course.
Then the flame...
#dark
#spiritual
#LifeChangingMoment
#WritingPoetry
#AliceFulton
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