Okay, this poem’s a bit dark. But then, I’m a pretty dark person. My poems reflect all aspects of me, not just the happy stuff. (‘Happy stuff?’ I hear you say. ‘When have you ever written happy poems?’ Good point. Scratch what I said earlier.) Continue reading Time’s Up. A poem.
I love writing Haiku – 5/7/5 syllabic compounds of poetic magic.
It’s like baking a very small, very tasty, cake. Only better. Continue reading Haiku(n see you)
As a Christian I find I don’t write enough poetry about my God. Time to rectify that. Continue reading Saved. A poem.
Love and online dating. My poem of indifference, with a difference. Continue reading Love, Today, Actually. A poem.
How many times do I have to mention that I love Haiku and its 5/7/5 syllable structure?
Here’s three completely unrelated Haiku I wrote a few minutes ago. Continue reading Haiku x 3
Ever get the feeling you didn’t get it right the first time? Or the second? Here’s a poem I wrote to celebrate third time lucky, whenever and wherever she may be. Continue reading Third Time Lucky. A poem.
Another experiment, this time in structure. I’ve done these sorts of “visual” poems before, but I liked how this one turned out. Continue reading Refill. A poem.
I hate having depression. It’s not hard to guess what I wrote this poem about. Continue reading Mountains and Valleys. A poem.
Another Friday night, finds me alone.
Another lonely Friday night, I compose another lonely poem. Continue reading Alone. A poem.
An experimental poem using only three syllables per line. Hope you like it. Continue reading Passengers. A poem.
Divorce is a major upheaval for anyone going through it. A gamut of emotions, some good, some bad. In the end, it’s often the best thing. To move on. To have a fresh start.
It’s not always that easy to see at the time, though. Continue reading The Day. A poem.
I can’t escape those evocative 5/7/5 syllable structures.
I’m still composing in triplets, but not a trilogy, this time. Continue reading Haiku indeed
This poem came to me while I was on the loo (inspiring and a lttle gross). It’s a bit Poe-like, at times, I think. Wasn’t intentionally so. Continue reading Ghosts. A poem.
Another poem. Can’t seem to stop writing them. It’s almost like my dam of emotion has burst its walls.
Maybe that’s a bit too melodramatic, but you know what I mean. Continue reading Sorrow. A poem.
This poem is the sequel to a short story I wrote for uni. Continue reading Cat and Mouse. A poem.
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