The Photographer. A Haiku.
Artless, next to youYour composition, texturesLeave me wanting more For more poetry, click here. Continue reading The Photographer. A Haiku.
Tag: Love
Obtuse Glory. A poem.
Lying hereIn obtuse gloryThe morning blushesAnd burnished motesDance across the roomWonderingWherefore art thouWandering in tincturesOf blue or red or greenWhen we both should beLying hereIn obtuse glory For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Obtuse Glory. A poem.
Testament. A haiku.
Hear this testamentLast lines of ageless regretFind faith and forgive For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Testament. A haiku.
Fractured. A poem.
A fractured existenceBroken bones/broken heartEnduring, crawlingStriving to forgetOn splintered limbsForged in pain and regretTime heals allBut feel the filigree linesAll cracks and calcified Where movement grindsAnd creaks and groansTo melancholy rhymeReminded constantlyTo heal, one has to hurtBreaks and sprains, a … Continue reading Fractured. A poem.
Vacant Block. A poem.
Here lay a vacant block,Strewn with the detritusOf travellers, neighbours,And vagrant necessity. Overgrown and empty,Awash in a sea of cynicalDisregard and circumstance.You found it there,A fine purchase, almost lost In the crowd of lotsAnd auctioned showpieces.You bought the block and … Continue reading Vacant Block. A poem.
Primal. A poem.
I rise to the occasion Dragged forth from Primordial ooze Fashioned from mud And precocious instinct Who are you to say Who I am or who I should be Just because I’m not The way you envisioned me I am … Continue reading Primal. A poem.
Wounded Heart. A Poem.
Alas my wounded heartLimped homeward from the warThe bayonets dug deepRevealing every jaded flawMy long recoveryMany memories to store A traumatic state of mindInfected deep within my coreAlas my wounded heartOne day you’ll rise againTo walk the fields of No … Continue reading Wounded Heart. A Poem.
Weightless. A poem.
The core of beingScooped out Like ice creamLeft to melt it seemsOn the kitchen side Sugary, sticky residue The uncomfortable remainsOf purpose and memoryJust a smearWeightlessA hollow shellA phantom Walking hallsSandwiched covers onA pageless memoirA fiction without meaningWithout character Revealing all and nothingLeft in betweenWeightless For more poetry, click here. To find out more about my poetry books, click here. Continue reading Weightless. A poem.
Essence. A poem.
The essence of your smile Wrought with heavy heart And tempered word Would smite me where I stand And deliver me to chaos Where misdirected logic floats Wildly on a sea of chance For more Poetry, click here. For more … Continue reading Essence. A poem.
Still. A poem.
I think of you still And wonder whether you’re still you Wandering through routine and habit and ritual Each picture perfect rainy day in May A pallet mix of awkward reds and blues I should know better Because hindsight is … Continue reading Still. A poem.
Crash Course. A poem.
This is a crash course In crash courses (Life is funny Like a cartoon Slapstick, yet profound And breaking your heart) This is a crash course And this train wreck Is just about to start For more Poetry, click here. … Continue reading Crash Course. A poem.
Face to Face. A haiku.
Face to face, again. Faced with reality, we Shrink back in our shells. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available … Continue reading Face to Face. A haiku.
F$&@ed Me Over. A poem.
You F$&@ed me over And under And in between Just a waste paper memory Consigned to a basket Of inconsequence And suddenly I’m not there And never was I was just your forbidden fruit Turned too ripe and rotten For … Continue reading F$&@ed Me Over. A poem.
Recycle Me. A poem.
I, the scrap, On a detritus field Of tumbledown moments. I, the waste, Along with the stains And bitter reprieves. I, the torn, Of paper cut truths And angst-worthy solemnity. I, the scrap Rusted, bent, broken And, finally, discarded. Recycle … Continue reading Recycle Me. A poem.
Slip. A haiku.
Slip the knife in there, Just between my ribs and soul. Makes you feel good, eh? For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or … Continue reading Slip. A haiku.
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