Biography of Amera Andersen
I'm a formal poet and have written in more than 50 poetic forms. I am the creator of the Shadow Sonnet. Form source: shadowpoetry.com
I also have used the pen name: Amera Eileithyia
I hope you enjoy my poetry and find the tools that I have compiled useful. Most of my poetry is composed in accepted forms but you may find a Free Verse poem or two here. Most of my work is posted on AllPoetry.com
Amera is a classically-self-taught poet, award-winning author, social-butterfly and Renaissance thinker who leads from the heart toward a world of unlimited possibilities, She believes every person is worthy of being loved and deserves know and explore their own unique and beautiful talent. She believes that poetry is a gift and with help and support from other poets that gift can be perfected and carry the art to a new level.
Amera Andersen Poems
Isaiah 40: 31
those who hope in the LORD find strength he doth afford He will renew their strength taking them to any length
The beauty of an instrument of death Behold my kingdom, it is I who reigns A blast of hot air emits from my breath Arabian blood in my silver veins
O Christmas Eve is such a treat Forget the malls and things I dread With Candy dreams and you my sweet The time has come to go to bed
strolling the garden on a moonlit eve petals dance at the caress of my skirt mystic redolence in the evening breeze draws my heart to the place of the black rose
her beauty flourished watching her grow but time has taken it’s toll dead silence grows for the bleeding rose yet a piece of her is left in my soul
The wall’s infernal and internal The wall’s akin to doubts within The wall is vernal and external The wall within is your Berlin
Lilith (demon series)
I am the breath of firmament gazing up upon the heavens I see three angels did descend holier than thou presumption
War at Home
Ever since they took him away, to fight that God forsaken war. I daydream in our fields all day. They took the man that I adore.
Hearken my love and heed this letter well For as you do the charm will surly last Pow’rs that be have blessed my unholy spell Unbreakable charm of magic I have cast
I opened the diary of her mind, as this dark woman, came into my life and I turned her pages only to find, a tortured soul that is filled with strife.
Come in, relax; turn off the light. To cherish this moment in time, I love how you put me in place. Laying back, I plead without words.
We will survive
Our bantam scow drifts aimlessly And clouds rise up before her bow We hold our course tenaciously Not knowing how
Red Pencil R ed pencil with magic flair E nrichment while in school D ancing red marks are everywhere
The nightmares crept in when I was asleep. ‘Twas the restless thoughts of my losing you; you gave me a world I wanted to keep. Then I dreamt it was gone; what I could do?
God gave man the number seven,
He showed me a place that’s far above.
High up in the seventh heaven,
a place that’s filled with constant love.
He showed me a place that’s far above;
I saw the treasury of souls.
Where unborn souls reside thereof
and wait to fill their human rolls.