Old? A poem.
I do not feel The age of oldInside outI am fit and boldEveryone alwaysTells me soSo I just don’t feelThe age of old For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Old? A poem.
Tag: Life
Vindication. A poem.
Post-overwrought ballet,Pervasive humidity and aCreased mountain rangeReveal a satisfied canvass:Spent libertines draped‘Cross plural landscapes.Confident and confidential,An oblique sculptureOf hearts and mindsAnd loneliness forfeitedIn dual vindication. For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Vindication. A poem.
Southward. A poem.
On the black tar veld,Surrounded by beastsAnd wavering heat.We travel the path: Forever southward,Across lost lands,‘Neath forgotten stars.Here, Hand-in-hand,Ear to the wind,Avoiding pitfallsAnd predatorsThat might bring us low,Wary yet unawares, Forever on, we go.Because we are lostIn each other’s talesAnd … Continue reading Southward. A poem.
Bond. A poem.
Here we areTwo souls enshroudedCaught between dunesOf desert seasTwin oases in bloomBeckoning between miragesAnd unsubtle foraysInto dated wildernessTo join as one And cast aside doubtsIn nascent firesOf pleasure and pain For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Bond. A poem.
Teardrop. A poem.
If only this heart could recogniseThe thousand tiny diamondsOf light, the albedo soSlick and knowingAnd revealing, And realisedIn a singleLonelyTeardrop For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Teardrop. A poem.
Upstart Photographer – Sunset Screened
I love to take photographs and write poetry. And show them to you right here. Steve 🙂 Sunset Screened. A poem.Light peeks gingerlyFrom behind feathered linesBurnished in the Autumn lightFrom whence the nightSeeks the gentle touchOf its spurned lover Hidden, … Continue reading Upstart Photographer – Sunset Screened
Pieces. A poem.
We are piecesScattered Jigsaw piecesPieces of traumaloveangerjoylongingpainPiecesTo connectMaybeFind ourselves Again For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Pieces. A poem.
Brakeless Cars. A poem.
You and IAre brakeless carsFeted to crash and burnOn this roundaboutAnd laughAt the inevitability Of it all For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Brakeless Cars. A poem.
Fathomless. A poem.
And all at once,That special someoneWill keep youHanging on their every wordAs if they were the last branch On the last treeOn the very last island In the very last seaAnd your hopes and dreamsWill be fathomlessThen you’ll f$&@ it … Continue reading Fathomless. A poem.
Dating Abyss. A poem.
I cheer you on into the abyssFrom whence we come and goAlways waiting for our turn To be shot down in mid-flightTarget practice for the aimlessAnd the weary, worn out soulsWho capitulate to inevitabilityAnd take their placeOn the merry-go-round Circling … Continue reading Dating Abyss. A poem.
Void. A poem.
If the void is so intentOn being my friendIt could at leastSpeak And then Neither of us Would be so alone For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Void. A poem.
Mixed Metaphors. A poem.
My senses crucifiedMy weary soulYour goal To tear me downLike posts atA football riotTo pierce my veins And brainAnd heartAnd leave meWallowingA fish withoutA sea or coastSo I might Lose all sightThe blind amongstThe blindWandering NonsensicallyOn a whimOr on a … Continue reading Mixed Metaphors. A poem.
Never But Always. A poem.
Next to youFar from youLike parallelDimensions Existing In quantum fluxBeside and yetAsideAnd never butAlways Distant For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Never But Always. A poem.
Visitor. A poem.
You thought you’d drop round and visit meBringing clouds and miseryTo rain upon my weary doorAnd highlight my bleak historyYou thought you’d walk here by my sideAnd plum the depths, right here insideTo cast a shadow over meTo drown me in the deepening tideA visitor, that comes and goesThat wracks my thoughts with heady blowsAnd burns me like a funeral pyre And leaves me spent, from head to toeYou thought you’d get away with thisBy stealing all my heartfelt blissA pseudonym for hurt and painA sorry state that won’t be missed For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Visitor. A poem.
Aftertaste. A poem.
You were here, then goneA muse for just a while A bittersweet, infuriatingAftertaste That lingers on my tongueAnd in my thoughts And linesA subtle conclusion To remonstrate And redefine An acidic fingertipDipped in inkBurning tattooed linesIn heart and skinIn remembrance … Continue reading Aftertaste. A poem.
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