I'm Anna Magee, a sprouting backyard poet! Welcome to my poetry archive! First poetry book: Twenty - A Line a Day, AVAILABLE NOW on Amazon! Commissions are always open for art or poetry!
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Snow Drift
anna magee (March 14th, 2021)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/snow-drift
The Acrobats
anna magee (August 16th, 2016)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/the-acrobats
Endangered Animal Collection
#2: Amazon River Dolphin (2020)
This piece is FOR SALE!
Please DM me for pricing, questions, and/or commissions!
Trepidation tickles my tired toes as I trace my tracks to my tainted woes.
anna magee (2017)
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The sobering silence of waking without you is deafening, but I'd rather be deaf.
anna magee
Sometimes I want to crawl into stranger's backyards and explore them for their natural wonders that remind me of my grandmother's land that was home to my greatest childhood fantasies.
anna magee
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/untitled-backyard
Paper Waltz
- anna magee (March 13th, 2015)
Another poem from high school!
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/paper-waltz
Adult
Then one day you wake up
And realize you’re an adult
And you’re rinsing out cans to recycle
Like your father,
And you’re rubbing your aching hands
Like your mother,
And days whisk by much too fast
For your liking,
And imagination starts to decay
Like they told you would happen
And you’re stuck in a meaningless job
You were told to acquire, so you
Would have something to do for awhile
Which meant until the life was
Sufficiently beaten out of you
And your will to live was as slim
As the hair on your head, a lost cause
To the society in which you bear
Upon caving shoulders.
And before you know it,
The world keeps going
On and on without you
As you lie still in the box you spent
The last few pennies you earned on,
Not even allowed to squirm around
And tell if it was worth it.
- anna magee (March 16th, 2021)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/adult
ONE
- anna magee (~2016)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/one-499942
Voice
A mastered voice is not unlike
A well tuned, polished instrument
That can captivate the mind
As well as the world
And yet,
My mouth falls open
And out tumbles a nasally
Screech that I feel I should
Apologize for, should I?
Words trip and stutter their way
Through tense teeth
Out into the world
To be heard, judged
And stranded forever
In the cold air
Keeping you waiting as I gag
On my own thought
Steam billows from hot ears
As I regain my verbal footing
And tentatively try again,
Cheeks burning alive
My trepid tongue
My own worst enemy.
- anna magee (March 12th, 2021)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/voice-497017
Seasonal Depression
- anna magee (March 11th, 2021)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/seasonal-depression
An opening wound Begging for a beauty scar, Just like her young heart.
anna magee
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/2-499019
The Perfect Sweater
- anna magee (January 25th, 2021)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/the-perfect-sweater
Your face lies somewhere Beneath the crumbling dirt, Raw and consuming
anna magee
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/1-499016
Sunday Sun
anna magee (~August 2017)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/sunday-sun
String Arms, Strong Arms
String arms, strong arms
won’t let you go
Preventing your tea fingers
from crafting love
out of bitter water
Shredded throats speak softly
of my love
But these string arms,
these strong arms
the ones that won’t let you go
grumble loudly against your skin
as if to say,
I won’t let you go again
anna magee (~August 2017)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/string-arms-strong-arms
Spring Fever
anna magee (~August 2016)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/spring-fever
Where I’m From
March 4, 2015 - One of the first poems I’ve written!
I’m from half built tree houses
And vicious snow ball fights.
The one who gets to the sled first wins,
And the blasting of music to strangers.
I’ve seen the top of mountains
And felt the bottom of rivers.
Screaming, “MARK!” at signs, and
“Fluffy!” at strangers.
The bruise on the thigh that will never heal
And the obnoxious air that fills the place.
The crushing trees that are in it for blood
To the cat stuffed in a wooden box in the basement.
I’m from the alarms and the gummy bear stuck on the fan.
Haunted radios and jello in the fridge.
From knowing what I’m saying when I’m not saying much
To the rabbit foot key chain in the old rotten box.
I’m from the snapped and twisted,
The stubbed and burned,
Leafing and dead family tree,
That I am proud to call my own.
anna magee
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/where-i-m-from
Untitled (wheat thins)
anna magee (~2017)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/wheat-thins
Hey guys!
I just reached 100 followers, so let me introduce myself!
I’m Anna! I’m 24, I was born and raised in New England, and continue to make it my home to this day. I have two beloved cats, a puppy who rules my world, and a fiance I can’t wait to marry this October. My favorite poets include Sylvia Plath, e. e. cummings, and Allen Ginsberg. I have dreams of publishing a few small collections of poetry I have on the back-burner, some still in progress. Fingers crossed something happens with those in the near future!
To my followers, I want to thank each and every one of you for following my writing journey and supporting me along the way. It means so much to me when you like, reblog, or message me your comments, compliments, and critiques! You make my world go ‘round! :) Many of you are on similar journeys and reading each new poem from such talented writers and poets is an amazing inspiration and motivation for me to keep writing. You should all be so proud of your words and work. My asks and DM’s are always open, friends, please don’t hesitate to reach out!
Here is to continued growth, connection, and the making of new poetry with a great community of amazing people!
Soft, Strange
(March 4, 2021)
Stagnant kisses linger longer
High and bright on movie screens
Glassy eyes in jars, and secret scars
Blushing vibrant blues and greens
Here lies scattered static stillness
Where dullness drizzles to the bone
Dreams catch and crush lonely reality
The world of which is home sweet home
Fear flies fondly from my throat
A soft, strange sister speaks to me,
Beyond beginning and breathing, will be
Always another adverse anxiety
anna magee
Junk Mail
anna magee (January 24th, 2021)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/junk-mail
Love in Portland
We took a walk
through Portland lights,
He asked me why
breakups made him feel like a
balloon pressing too close to
a sharp ceiling
He looked at me and smiled
But he didn’t choose me.
At 3 am he wrapped his thoughts
A little too closely to the pain
So I tiptoed up stairs at dawn
And slid into his bed
To warm his body and his brain
But he didn’t choose me.
On rainy nights we jumped in puddles
and talked about the future
in a playground down the street
He told me his dreams
And I told him mine
A shooting star crossed the sky
But he didn’t choose me.
Down the road now a little ways
In a sunny September glaze
He told me he missed me
In the bed in the attic
He cried into my body
And I felt my release
But he didn’t choose me.
He came back again
The weekend after
To drink the devil’s wine
Drunk; a laugh, a kiss
Talk of old times
He said he was sorry
But he didn’t choose me.
Now the summer sun
Is obscured behind buildings
Touching the sky
And he took me to his heart
And gave it all to me
And said if he could go back
And do it all again
He would choose me.
I fought my way into his head
Into his thoughts, into his bed
For so hard and so long
But now that the time had come
All the things inside my head
All the things he’d ever said
Built a wall between him and I
He asked me to choose him.
I chose myself.
anna magee (~ July 2016)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/love-portland
Silence
anna magee (March 1st, 2021)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/silence-494684
Stuffed Animal Massacre
February 25, 2021
Here and there one can find
Little puffy streams that spill through the carpet
An indication of seams split, an unknown victim,
Soft piles of proof, a give away
Leading velvet trails twisting toward the culprit
Who is sitting almost expectantly by the window
With a face
Of audacity, or guilt, perhaps both
Beaming from puppy eyes
A single string still dangling from quivering lips
As if to engrave the point
- anna magee
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/stuffed-animal-massacre
LD Blues
anna magee (~2016)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/ld-blues
A sleep so damn peaceful she doesn't even dream
anna magee (tidbit - March 6th, 2021)
Homecoming
anna magee (~2017)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/homecoming
Stupid You
Your clumsy hands have
Slit my passion’s throat,
Right down the jugular
A crisp straight line,
A road that leads to
My dying mind’s eye
A black hole now
No thanks to you
Or to the girl you prefer
With words like honey
Simple and sweet
So you can understand
No tricks up her sleeve,
But oh, my words confuse
Your simplistic mind
Like a child
Too meaningful and
Full of emotion
Too raw for your
Shrinking ideologies
Open your stupid little eyes
So you can see
The world I have painted
In your shadow
anna magee (~July 2016)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/stupid-you