Why do you still plague me, so? To inhabit me like a parasite, gouging out my pale insides? Churning up my hopeless dreams like milk into aromatic cheese, to accompany sides and crackers, all the pieces left of me. I … Continue reading Plague. A poem.
Longing Longing for the one Who will make every sunrise Better than the last What is a haiku? Glad you asked. Click here to find out more. For more of my poetry, check out The All or the Nothing, my … Continue reading Haiku Friday: Longing. A haiku.
Winter wanted one last bite of the red, red cherry, and so it returned with steely vengeance, to strike with icy blades that shimmied through my skin and took root within my veins. The frost dusting the lawn was a … Continue reading The Winter of Our World. A poem.
I shrink before your bitter ire that holds me in its angry grip. Where gentle touch consumed me, prior, now smothers this apprenticeship. For more of my poetry, check out The All or the Nothing, my first e-book, available at … Continue reading Grip. A poem.
One Foot In Front Of the other Every day Step Forward Trying Not To step back Every day I Move A Little Further Forward Every day I move a little further To where I need to be One Step Closer … Continue reading Step. A poem.
Your scent was different, lingering in my nostrils, a whiff of nostalgic free fall and extra sensory motion. The fumes of you twisted around me and consumed every pore and fibre of my unwholesome being. Should I have let that … Continue reading Fumes of You. A poem.
Third Degree Caustic heart branding third degree burns on my soul. Tell me again—why? Haiku is a Japanese poetic form with a strict 5/7/5 syllable and line structure. Cheers Steve 🙂 I write a lot of poems, some from my … Continue reading Haiku Friday: Third Degree. A haiku.
My/Your Greatest Fear Is That If You/I Really Knew Me/you You/I Wouldn’t Want To Know Me/You I write a lot of poems, some from my head, some from my heart. Many don’t appear on this website. For more of my … Continue reading Dual. A poem.
And now every time I pass by you, I remember when you were my muse. My inspiration, a living rhyme to hang my aching heart, in time. (I could and did, ‘til I was blue, … Continue reading Vagrant Heart. A poem.
My hurt My tears … Continue reading Surburbia. A poem.
You creep up on me An inveterate stalker A ghostly presence A firefly somnambulist (Shadowing its prey) You wrap me up (A Christmas treat) In sunflower petals An itinerant limpet Squeezing me senseless You take me down And bleed me … Continue reading Twosome. A poem.
Inbetween Caught in the middle, the dutiful advocate. Which way do you turn? Haiku is a Japanese poetic form with a strict 5/7/5 syllable and line structure. Cheers Steve 🙂 I write a lot of poems, some from my head, … Continue reading Haiku Friday: Inbetween. A haiku.
Angel You descended from on high, an angel whose wings could fly no longer. Haiku is a Japanese poetic form with a strict 5/7/5 syllable and line structure. Cheers Steve 🙂 I write a lot of poems, some from my … Continue reading Haiku Friday: Angel. A haiku.
My memories and yours, burnt in effigy. They’re digital photos deleted from your phone. The flames lick at them, a contented aftertaste. They hang like meat, smoked and chargrilled. The funeral tailor delivers a final suit in charcoal. I write … Continue reading Effigy. A poem.
Strangers, friends, lovers, then strangers again. Lovers and strangers, but no longer friends. It seems it’s a cycle we’re doomed to repeat. A cycle of madness, one we just can’t escape. No matter how we try to break the cycle … Continue reading The Cycle. A poem.
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