Dawn peeks in through the blinds, seeking the one behind Laying here in bed, yet to face sun and sky Yet to feel the warmth and to stretch arms wide Yet to start the day, nothing changed by the night No miraculous cures or incredible saves Nothing more than pleasures we indelibly crave When your feet hit the floor, sunlight leads the way Every morning follows night Every night follows day Continue reading Dawn. A poem.
Is fate so cruel That it would make Your indecision The crux Upon which your life Depends Continue reading Crux. A poem.
How dark the walls That hide our shadows Dancing in the light Of images cast brightly Mapping regions lost And angst so bold To fill sedentary lives With excited sobriety Continue reading Movie. A poem.
Do you dance Upon my grave A smile and a tear Washing away the dirt Do you twist Do you turn Arms upraised Do you hate me Do you miss me In a frozen moment Do you dance for you Or for who we were Continue reading Dance. A poem.
These souls have travelled far Worn down to the quick In need of retreads And emotional glue So they can walk Together again Continue reading Souls. A poem.
You were a little thief Who stole my life away With lies and deceits I was the little thief Who turned your life around With misguided conceit Behind our facades We were together as one Just little thieves And now our day is done Continue reading Little Thieves. A poem.
Awkward Somewhat awkward glance I should look her in the eye My reservation Enigmas Small talk at table Wondering if she’s like me Enigmatic souls Fear I should ask her out Fear gets the better of me Together alone Love myself some haiku. No better way to express poetic whiles then in the confines of a 5/7/5 syllabic structure. I could build a wealth of poems on such a foundation. You can read more of my haikus here. Continue reading The Dance. A Haiku Trilogy.
Today’s poem is about love, connection, and touch. Continue reading Feel. A poem.
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 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)
The Japanese Haiku’s 5/7/5 syllable structure is a source of great enjoyment and wonder for me.
I don’t know why I write Haiku’s in groups of three. I just do. Continue reading Haiku very much
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