No One
We would have regrets.
"I hope I did this or that instead."
But it is too late now,
the time has come, and we would have to go.
Love’s Potion
Passion is a commotion
in depth’s ocean.
A serene ride
with nothing to hide
under a crimson
moon of compassion.
Midnight Train to Georgia
I like people watching. Not in a perverted way but in the creative sense that I could think of a thousand storylines for them. I would see a man on his phone talking about a girl and I know that this week would be special for him.
Better Latte than Ever
When I wake up in the morning, the first thing I look for is a cup of coffee- and the first thought that pops in my mind is you. I don’t know which of the two is more responsible for…
Why we write ugly
Writing has always been a reflection of one’s self. Writing ugly doesn’t necessarily mean one has poor writing skills or is uneducated or unlearned. Instead, writing ugly means that the writer ignores any semblance of form and reason, of aesthetics,…
On the edge
Pushed to my limits, I stand on the edge. To stay or let go, I’m not sure, I don’t know. Torn between two lovers, With whom should I go? With the one I have known, Or the one newly found?…
Poems by Kimberlynne Darby Newton
Hello, I’m Kim. I write poetry, erotica and prose. Here are a few selections from Anthem, my upcoming book of Protest, Poetry and Passion, my upcoming book of erotic. Hope you enjoy. Sisters I speak to Original Woman. Stripped of…