A reminder
Tag: Poetry
In Mine Ire
Beneath the first level
Pretend that we’ve met
One sided words aren't words at all.
In The Forecast
we’ve spilt ink over lightning and blood before thunder; we’ve courted the rain and danced in the wind; swept flowing falling the swelling skies all accounted for nothing to pen in the storm and its passing when all that’s left is the rain.
These (Thoughts) 2019 (2017)
A Poem Written about two periods of time two years apart.
The Trojan Human
Our saga begins at 7 a m (Well, snooze alarm so 7:10) And once again She might be late Work starts at eight Rising can wait On Her sleepless debate Can She fake what it takes To face another day She’s a Trojan human inside wooden skin She’s seen how we’re made So she’s blending …
You Make It Hard To Pick A Single Theme
Being published with the permission of the recipient of this poem.
The Reason
Things don’t happen for a reason Even from the very first day We’re not enslaved To some predisposed fate Awaiting and facing us at The end Congratulating And Saying That they’ve paved the way So praise them Take it all In stride As you walk away Things don’t happen for a reason I don’t …
A Haiku
I thought that tonight I would try to be concise So here’s a haiku: Poems are my ballasts Actually, I need to cut myself off there. See the conceit of this poem is that you all are aware of what ballasts are in terms of naval ships and not everybody does, so if I could …
Ice Heart
You know, I keep getting told that a heart growing cold is a show of weakness and, you know, fair. Now I’m not estranged from cliche because cold hearts are a mainstay of angsty teen over dramatic poetry O woe is my life after you had left me. I’ve seen others describe …
Rargona 