I am a poor player With little left to show For the game of life I’ve played One arm behind my back, restrained Here’s a very short poem I wrote a few weeks ago. Not sure why I didn’t publish it then. Had other stuff on my mind, I guess.
Here is a linked list of every poem I’ve composed on my blog, so far. Hope you like them.
Here’s to the wellspring never running dry.
I like writing poems about love.
Still hanging out for it. Someday it’ll find me.
Hopefully, when it does, I won’t be like the skeleton at the bus stop.
Stand still long enough
time slows to a stop
the event horizon
Of a gaping black hole…
The 5/7/5 syllable structure of haiku allows for wonderful poetic experimentation.
My obsession with haiku in threes is almost like the compulsion I wrote about here.
Another experimental poem from me. Just in that kind of mood.
Okay, this poem’s a bit dark. But then, I’m a pretty dark person. My poems reflect all aspects of me, not just the happy stuff. (‘Happy stuff?’ I hear you say. ‘When have you ever written happy poems?’ Good point. Scratch what I said earlier.)
I love writing Haiku – 5/7/5 syllabic compounds of poetic magic.
It’s like baking a very small, very tasty, cake. Only better.
As a Christian I find I don’t write enough poetry about my God. Time to rectify that.
Love and online dating. My poem of indifference, with a difference.
How many times do I have to mention that I love Haiku and its 5/7/5 syllable structure?
Here’s three completely unrelated Haiku I wrote a few minutes ago.
Ever get the feeling you didn’t get it right the first time? Or the second? Here’s a poem I wrote to celebrate third time lucky, whenever and wherever she may be.
Another experiment, this time in structure. I’ve done these sorts of “visual” poems before, but I liked how this one turned out.
I hate having depression. It’s not hard to guess what I wrote this poem about.
Another Friday night, finds me alone.
Another lonely Friday night, I compose another lonely poem.
An experimental poem using only three syllables per line. Hope you like it.
Divorce is a major upheaval for anyone going through it. A gamut of emotions, some good, some bad. In the end, it’s often the best thing. To move on. To have a fresh start.
It’s not always that easy to see at the time, though.
I can’t escape those evocative 5/7/5 syllable structures.
I’m still composing in triplets, but not a trilogy, this time.
This poem came to me while I was on the loo (inspiring and a lttle gross). It’s a bit Poe-like, at times, I think. Wasn’t intentionally so.
Another poem. Can’t seem to stop writing them. It’s almost like my dam of emotion has burst its walls.
Maybe that’s a bit too melodramatic, but you know what I mean.
This poem is the sequel to a short story I wrote for uni.
Some of us run wildly through life, without care or concern for the consequences. Some of us tread cautiously, looking both ways, weighing the odds.
Some of us let our fears overcome us, and before we know it, we’re approaching middle age and still don’t know how to avoid life’s oncoming cars.
Despite what you might think after reading this poem, I am not into passing out during sex. It made for an interesting poem, though.
Ah, haiku. My favourite 5/7/5 syllable verse form.
Back to writing in threes, which seems to flow naturally for me.
There was a time when I used to drink a lot. I don’t drink anymore. And I’m better for it.
I didn’t walk after my workout today. But I thought I’d write a poem about it, anyway.
Ever been in love with someone that doesn’t know it? Maybe you have, maybe you haven’t. Maybe this poem means nothing to you.
But if you have, this poem may mean everything and more.
The Japanese Haiku’s 5/7/5 syllable structure is a source of great enjoyment and wonder for me.
I don’t know why I write Haiku’s in groups of three. I just do.
One of those days. Unfortunately, the internet is not a cure for loneliness.
This has been a big week for me. I’ve written a number of poems (some I like, some I don’t) that have been well received. Here’s another.
This poem is a true story.
If you’re feeling, or thinking, this way – choose life.
Another poem. So much for me saying I don’t write poetry. It’s almost all I’ve done this week. I think I’ve got a bit of a knack for it.
This came to me this morning. I love Haiku – it’s simple 5/7/5-syllable structure is challenging, but allows one to speak volumes with its brevity.
As a person who suffers from long term depression, I thought it only right that I write a poem about it.
Well, I’m on fire this week. Here’s another poem I composed.
As with all my poems, it’s deeply personal. But hopefully it speaks to all.
Some haikus I wrote – Japanese poems based on a 5/7/5 syllable structure. Like I said, I’m in a poem-writing mood.
Another poem I wrote. I guess I’m in a poem writing mood, at the moment.
I don’t normally write poetry. But I woke up early, as I always do, thinking about what to put in my blog, and this came to me.