Karyn Savage

Joined September 2022

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Bio

A teacher, musician and writer at heart. I love painting pictures with words. Poetry and stories in rhyme are what I love to write the most. One day I hope to see some of my works for children in print.

Stories (23/0)

Mustard Seed
Immeasurable to conceptualise Yet simultaneously small. Nothing carries a greater weight, A feather would be as light. In its strength and power,
By Karyn Savage2 years ago in Poets
This Message Is For You
I have a message for you. I see what you’re going through. No, I don’t know you Or what it is to wear your shoes. All I know, with injustice: we all lose.
By Karyn Savage2 years ago in Poets
Time To Shine
Just like that she let go. Every anxious thought laid low. Self loathing and doubt, The baggage she carried about, She released her claim.
By Karyn Savage2 years ago in Poets
Let Your Voice Be a Lion.
Let your voice be a lion, fierce and strong, A roar for injustice, a cry against wrong. Let your voice be a feather, gentle and kind,
By Karyn Savage2 years ago in Poets
A Rainbow For My Teacher
Some days I wished to be far away From the tedious brown bricks of school. Out of the grey your pink, smile sparkled: A fist bump, ”good morning” at our yellow door.
By Karyn Savage2 years ago in Poets
Will You Not Dance With Me?
I prefer to write in rhyme and rhythm, Following clear and definite rules. I understand the metered system, Taming words and poetic tools.
By Karyn Savage2 years ago in Poets
White’s Advantage
Battleground primed, positioned and ordered: A systemic symmetry. Black and white divided, poised and apposing, Checkered in measured fairness.
By Karyn Savage2 years ago in Poets
Framed in Gold
Gripped tight close to her warm chest, She just could not let go. Her own Mum in frame of gold, One last piece a gift in time.
By Karyn Savage2 years ago in Poets
My Socks
It's the little things in life That are often overlooked: Finding that your favourite band Is still not fully booked.
By Karyn Savage2 years ago in Poets
Making Mud Pies
Writing felt like making pies, hoping for something to stick. Character, plot, depth and scope, Every box I tried to tick.
By Karyn Savage2 years ago in Poets
Melody
She embraces me, filling the space Around me and within. She flows easily out of my soul, Creatively as I begin. Soft and sweet she is beautifully true,
By Karyn Savage2 years ago in Poets

Karyn Savage

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Mustard Seed

This Message Is For You

Time To Shine

Let Your Voice Be a Lion.

A Rainbow For My Teacher

Will You Not Dance With Me?

White’s Advantage

Framed in Gold

My Socks

Making Mud Pies

Melody

Stories (23/0)