Francesca Martin Poems
Passing Summer Clouds
Miss me?
Miss me.
My friend thinks it a wonder
you never kissed me.
Kissed me?
With sighs you claim autumn leaves are far too flaky,
Always drifting, until they float away
Waving goodbye to... more
Poet: Francesca Martin  rating: 
Dust Cover
Even with the dust cover on,
We’re still susceptible
Skin is simply protection.
A face is unique,
But not a reflection
All of the exterior,
What we consume in glance--
A distorted... more
Poet: Francesca Martin rating: Young
And it appeared to me you existed in half-full
But recently it was revealed you were half-empty
Possibly more than half
For you were as empty as the abyss
that I found beneath the conversations... more
Poet: Francesca Martin rating: Naked song
I heard that voice stark and clear
It vibrated through me-
gave me chills
I felt I stood there-
skeletal and alone
Though the words were not my own,
they sang my soul
I released a breath as to... more
Poet: Francesca Martin rating: Faded Blues
I haven't become your comfortable fit.
There are no holes in the knees of your jeans yet.
You are the black ink well wash that I can't seem to fade
No matter how many times thrown in the washing... more
Poet: Francesca Martin rating: Crash
The eternal fool
He is worn down by her taunting curves
Each crashing embrace,
crackling laughter from the blush of her bright, pure smile
leaves tiny holes in his heart as it fades
yet brings... more
Poet: Francesca Martin rating: Root Words
There was a time when I trusted the trees
Whispered secrets unto each green leaf
The roots delved deeper into the dirt
Nourished by my hushed words
Age carved rings deep into the core
Wearing my... more
Poet: Francesca Martin rating: Searching for Another Day
With magnifying glass in hand while pacing my bedroom,
I try to recognize familiarity
My security, my seclusion
My whole self
All seems foreign through exploring eyes
I am failing to hear the... more
Poet: Francesca Martin rating: The passage of time; the passage of the mind
Trembling hands
A trembling mind
A father that smiles and laughs
Catches my trembling eye
I force my lips to turn the other way
Wondering if his, upturned in the same manner, could be genuine... more
Poet: Francesca Martin rating: Shallow-end
When will the responsibility rise
out of the steam when I cry
not for the person
but my troubles within
When will my eyes' telescope refocus
Flipping others from upside-down to erect
Not a... more
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