Puzzle Piece. A poem.
You are the final piece Of this eternal puzzle The final piece To intersect And combine To make the parts Into the whole Bringing purpose And new life Complete Continue reading Puzzle Piece. A poem.
Category: Poetry
Iterations. A poem.
Multiple iterations Played over and over A thousand times or more Of what went wrong But another iteration Won’t change the game Or the final outcome Continue reading Iterations. A poem.
Wheel. A poem.
I am a mouse On a wheel To nowhere Is this a prison Of my own making The wheel spins Never braking (Never breaking) I am the mouse Trapped in a cycle Continual heartbreak And recrimination Round goes the wheel Never braking (Never breaking) I am the mouse Who dreams he is a man Who dreams he is a mouse On a wheel To nowhere Continue reading Wheel. A poem.
Anchor. A poem.
The furrowed brow The weight of my world Bringing me low My successes tarnished Corroded by rusty deeds And the lime of consequence Troubled thoughts Sail on a sea of responsibility The waves toss and tumble Almost as black as pitch And sticking like tar The dead weight of regret If I could be saved Would you extend a hand? Or let me be smashed on black reefs The wind is cold and hard It whispers in my ears A melody of darkness The fire fuelled And then brought low By implacable resistance Will I ever escape? Will I ever … Continue reading Anchor. A poem.
Pedestal. A poem.
I placed you on a pedestal Now you’re too far For me to reach Story of my life Continue reading Pedestal. A poem.
Too Late. A poem.
How could you say the things you did? And how could I respond in kind? Every bitter reproach Like a roadmap of our pain Every recrimination Like a hammer to my brain Holding back the tears Letting emotion and volume have their way Where logic would have saved the day Two mules head butting Unable to back down Two recalcitrants enabled In the aftermath When all is said and done When acrid smoke rises from the craters of regret Realising you can’t take back what was said And you wish you never had But it’s too late Far too late … Continue reading Too Late. A poem.
Workout. A poem.
Sweat on brow Lactic acid burning Muscles straining Joints and ligaments Crying out Such wonderful pain These moments Bring me back to life In its absence Continue reading Workout. A poem.
Muse. A poem.
Fingers dance Rhythm and rhyme Enticed from wood And strings of steel Peerless sensuality Entranced, sublime The muse alive in me Music is my true love. And it loves me back, assuredly. Continue reading Muse. A poem.
One Day. A poem.
When I’m here Alone (as always) Projecting random thoughts Internalising fears Rejecting self I think of you Though you know me Not at all I live in hope That one day You will Unrequited love. It lives on in our hearts and minds, the very minds that hold us back from expressing that love. And so we carry it inside, hiding it away, dreaming of the day we might set it free. I write a lot of poems about it. Someday my torch will burn for all to see. Until then, I will continue to smoulder and write and dream. Continue reading One Day. A poem.
Pages. A poem.
I love books. Here’s a poem I wrote that expresses just that.
Pages
Paper gods
In times of need
Beckoning me back
To places beyond imagining Continue reading Pages. A poem.
Remnants. A poem.
Remnants Rusted and decayed Painted with dust and tears And hues of better days Faded now, weathered By sun and rain in countless ways Of waxing moons and waning dreams Captured in a photograph Like a long forgotten elegy Spiderwebs … Continue reading Remnants. A poem.
Dog Walk. A poem.
I’ve been walking my friend’s dog, after house sitting there for a week. It’s to everyone’s benefit, as I can’t own a dog where I live and they don’t always have the time to walk her.
Here’s a poem about walking the dog. 🙂 Continue reading Dog Walk. A poem.
Elegy. A poem.
Where do I walk Now the fields are burned And ash rises high in the sky The sun a red blur behind mottled clouds Each ray a spotlight on misery The bodies of the dead Charred and blackened Breaking beneath my feet Whispering as they crumble The killing fields where once we walked as one Now the battle’s done No victors here No spoils of war Just black fields of broken hearts And dust to dust A requiem for our shared defeat In the aftermath, none have won In the new world your will is done And I walk alone … Continue reading Elegy. A poem.
Instinct. A poem.
Instinct Cat’s claws Raking red, black and blue Instinct My soul weeps Until you’re done, you’re through Instinct Leaves me lying The blood begins to pool Instinct Clean your claws Back again, round two Continue reading Instinct. A poem.
Need. A poem.
What I want Isn’t what I get What I need Is your respect Your love, your trust Together wed To put the past Finally to bed Continue reading Need. A poem.
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