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.
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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.
Dark Minds & Bright Souls: A book of poetry – available now at DriveThruFiction
Containing newly edited versions of the poems from The All or the Nothing (2017) and Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered (2018), Dark Minds & Bright Souls is a 160-page hardcover collection for all the bright souls and dark minds out there. Available at https://www.drivethrufiction.com/product/389015/Dark-Minds–Bright-Souls Continue reading Dark Minds & Bright Souls: A book of poetry – available now at DriveThruFiction
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.
Template. A haiku.
Use this template: buildAnd make it your starting placeTo reignite joy For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Template. A haiku.
Rebuild. A haiku.
Have we forgottenThat which brought us to this placeSo we might rebuild For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Rebuild. A haiku.
How and When. A poem.
I wonder now, what I would sayIf you appeared some sunny dayGracious in defeat/successNever worst and never bestOlive branch or olive oilTo smooth the wayward groundWords succinct and biting tongueTo hold me to account And as I watched you go … Continue reading How and When. A poem.
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