Summer. A poem.
Here’s a poem about my love/hate relationship with Summer. In Australia it’s over for another year.
Winter is coming 😉 Continue reading Summer. A poem.
Category: Poetry
Shades. A poem.
I once found a pair of brand new sunglasses in an elevator. Rather than turn them in, I decided to keep them (terrible of me, I know).
They change the shape of my face when I wear them, almost making me a different person. When they’re on, I almost have a sense of increased confidence and lessened anxiety. Does that happen with you, too? Continue reading Shades. A poem.
I. A poem.
I wished I wanted I needed My love to be more than I needed I wanted I wished Another poetic experiment. I like this one. Continue reading I. A poem.
Well Met. A Poem.
A poem about the misguided affairs of the heart. Swept up and swept away, never thinking about the real price you pay. Continue reading Well Met. A Poem.
Absolution. A Poem.
The sum of all regrets Like dew drops in my hand Drying in the morning sun And leaving nothing left But the air I breathed That filled me up Was good enough Good enough Continue reading Absolution. A Poem.
Scream. A Poem Of Dreams.
The angry tide The beach swept clean Refuse returned to the slumber of the sea The frozen snows Such bitter cold Ground disguised, glistening winter freeze The haunted house All empty rooms Cavities and mouldings hold mysteries The ocean ship Pitches, rolls away The storm that blows onward drunkenly All these things Broil and seethe In relentless dreams I drown, I scream I dream about all sorts of stuff. I know you do too. Care to share? Continue reading Scream. A Poem Of Dreams.
Feel. A poem.
Today’s poem is about love, connection, and touch. Continue reading Feel. A poem.
Rain. A Poem.
I felt the rain more deeply than ever before It flowed like chaotic capillaries down my face It mingled with tears, a salty, alchemical mix It touched my tongue, combined saliva and cotton mouth It washed me clean of tragic irony and bittersweet regret And when it stopped I stood there dripping, alone as always Contemplating when it would fall on me again Would I accept its cold, cleansing embrace Or would I shrink away to a warmer, dryer place This poem is another experiment for me. I’ve been trying out different free verse structures and meters, and … Continue reading Rain. A Poem.
Haiku Triplet
Ego Trap Ego overtook Speed trap coming up on right Slowing down, humbly FHL Faith, hope, love, always Far beyond the veil and pale My belief in you Trigger Gripping the gun tight Trigger finger, so itchy Targets never know Haiku, haiku, haiku! I loves it, yes I does, precious! 5/7/5 syllables, precious. Goods enough to eats, it is… Continue reading Haiku Triplet
Empty. A poem.
My head hurts. As always.
If I drank, I could blame it on something.
Alas, the blame is all me. Continue reading Empty. A poem.
Frail. A poem.
Yep. Like I said, last poem. Depression is a pain in the… Continue reading Frail. A poem.
Deep. A poem.
Down, down, down, I go. I thought once you hit rock bottom the only way was up. Guess I was wrong.
Depression sucks. Continue reading Deep. A poem.
Magic. A poem.
Yeah, I’m a bit of a sap when it comes to love.
Still looking. Still waiting. Still imagining.
I’ve got a good feeling.
Soon. Continue reading Magic. A poem.
The Wait. A poem.
Ever had to wait for an appointment, meeting, etc., where you’ve been unsure of what will happen? Your paranoid thoughts tend to get the better of you. Afterwards you realise they were all for naught, and that everything was always going to be okay.
Stop worrying so much. I should take my own advice, shouldn’t I? Continue reading The Wait. A poem.
Online Date Tragedy. A Haiku Trilogy.
Okay, so I got tired of writing dark poetry. This one’s a little amusing. And 5/7/5 syllable Haiku’s are entirely appropriate for short-lived non-romances.
This is based on my own experiences, of course. I’m sure other people have a great time on their online dates. Continue reading Online Date Tragedy. A Haiku Trilogy.
