Alone. A poem.
Another Friday night, finds me alone.
Another lonely Friday night, I compose another lonely poem. Continue reading Alone. A poem.
Category: Poetry
Passengers. A poem.
An experimental poem using only three syllables per line. Hope you like it. Continue reading Passengers. A poem.
The Day. A poem.
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. Continue reading The Day. A poem.
Haiku indeed
I can’t escape those evocative 5/7/5 syllable structures.
I’m still composing in triplets, but not a trilogy, this time. Continue reading Haiku indeed
Ghosts. A poem.
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. Continue reading Ghosts. A poem.
Sorrow. A poem.
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. Continue reading Sorrow. A poem.
Cat and Mouse. A poem.
This poem is the sequel to a short story I wrote for uni. Continue reading Cat and Mouse. A poem.
Pedestrian. A poem.
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. Continue reading Pedestrian. A poem.
La Petite Mort. A poem.
Despite what you might think after reading this poem, I am not into passing out during sex. It made for an interesting poem, though. Continue reading La Petite Mort. A poem.
Broken Bottle. A Haiku Trilogy
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. Continue reading Broken Bottle. A Haiku Trilogy
Walk. A poem.
I didn’t walk after my workout today. But I thought I’d write a poem about it, anyway. Continue reading Walk. A poem.
Grace. A poem.
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. Continue reading Grace. A poem.
Haiku very much
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. Continue reading Haiku very much
Alone. A poem.
One of those days. Unfortunately, the internet is not a cure for loneliness. Continue reading Alone. A poem.
The Lie. A poem.
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. Continue reading The Lie. A poem.
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