I am a starving manHungry for love and lifeIntentionally bulimicMy stomach groansReminder of my hunger strikeSurrounded by the feastConfounded by the choiceArms too weak to takeEyes too dim to seeLips parched and belly swollenThe starving man stumbles onHungry for love Continue reading Starving Man. A poem.
What’s in the look A casual glance From him to her Then back again What they’d give To know for sure To save them some Embarrassment Continue reading The Look. A poem.
Your siren call It drags me deep below Onto the corals of your heart Then sets me drifting Into roiling currents And furtive tempests Reach out, take my hand Hold me in your salty embrace Continue reading Siren. A poem.
I wished I wanted I needed My love to be more than I needed I wanted I wished Another poetic experiment. I like this one. Continue reading I. A poem.
A poem about the misguided affairs of the heart. Swept up and swept away, never thinking about the real price you pay. Continue reading Well Met. A Poem.
Today’s poem is about love, connection, and touch. Continue reading Feel. A poem.
Ego Trap Ego overtook Speed trap coming up on right Slowing down, humbly FHL Faith, hope, love, always Far beyond the veil and pale My belief in you Trigger Gripping the gun tight Trigger finger, so itchy Targets never know Haiku, haiku, haiku! I loves it, yes I does, precious! 5/7/5 syllables, precious. Goods enough to eats, it is… Continue reading Haiku Triplet
Yeah, I’m a bit of a sap when it comes to love.
Still looking. Still waiting. Still imagining.
I’ve got a good feeling.
Soon. Continue reading Magic. A poem.
The mirror image was unflattering. She had been trying on dresses for the last hour. They always looked better on the rack and in the fitting rooms before she bought them. She knew there was something about the mirrors in stores. Like the ones at carnivals, but warping everything to look better (maybe she should get one installed…). It looked like jeans and a blouse were a better option. Three changes later and she was satisfied. Black skinny jeans (almost a miracle needed to get them on; not quite the parting of the Red Sea, but almost) and a billowy … Continue reading Date Night. A short tale.
Here is a linked list of every poem I’ve composed on my blog, so far. Hope you like them.
Here’s to the wellspring never running dry. Continue reading The Wellspring
I like writing poems about love.
Still hanging out for it. Someday it’ll find me.
Hopefully, when it does, I won’t be like the skeleton at the bus stop. Continue reading True Love. A poem.
Another experimental poem from me. Just in that kind of mood. Continue reading Embrace. A poem.
This came to me this morning. I love Haiku – it’s simple 5/7/5-syllable structure is challenging, but allows one to speak volumes with its brevity. Continue reading The Veil of Love. A Haiku Trilogy.
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