Wasting away for you It’s the least that I can do Collapsed into myself My own considerable hell Lying here balled and foetal A fate completely total Floating in dead space All oxygen sucked away Darkness perpetuated Emptiness encapsulated Exhausted and beset Consumed with regret Wasting away for you It’s the least that I canContinue reading “Wasting. A poem.”
An average car tyre Covers thousands of miles Before it gets to the end of its time Rarely a smooth ride The tyre bumps and slides Goes round, then flattens and dies Some days I’m a tyre Just rolling through strife And always left wondering why And if I’m a tyre That explains why I’mContinue reading “Tyre. A poem. “
Her eyes Moonlit pools to drown in Her smile Life preserver to save me Her laugh Ecstasy I was addicted to Her love Constant life renewal The dream Don’t ever wake me from Too late Face the truth, she’s gone
Everybody has secrets. My secrets have been on display for some time now. But I wrote this poem about the secrets people keep hidden away…
There are lots of people who constantly lie. This is nothing new, of course. This poem is about them.
Another poetic experiment. Each line is a single word. This poem is metaphorical, in case you couldn’t guess.
A poem about love and sacrifice. Can’t have one without the other. But at what price?
Everything fades, in time. Especially memories. It’s funny how one person’s recollection, no matter how flawed, can become the new version of the truth…This poem is all about that.
I think I have fallen in love with blogging. Here is my ode to this magical and artistic writing form.
Nobody said life was meant to be easy. It’s funny how someone can read something and only see what is on the surface. Poetry runs much deeper than that…
I blame myself for a lot of things. Actually, I blame myself for everything that’s happened in my life. Here’s a poem about that.
These haiku are about my love of tabletop role playing games (RPGs), particularly Dungeons and Dragons (D&D). I loooooove RPGs.
Love books? Sure you do, otherwise you wouldn’t be about to click on a poem called “Books”…
Despite what the picture shows, this poem is not about my passion for playing guitar. But if you want to take it that way, that’s up to you…
A poem about fatherhood and love for one’s son. 🙂
I wrote this poem about a couple of old dogs (I’m one of them), who keep fighting with each other. Can’t we all just be friends? Not during a divorce, apparently.
I wrote this poem for someone I loved, who is lost in time, never to return.
My life is currently reduced to boxes. Some day I’ll have a proper place to live and be able to unpack them. I’ll let you guess why I wrote this poem…
I often feel like a wandering spirit. People look through me as if I’m not there. I wrote this poem for them.
Lost in the crowd, familiar face from a past long forgotten… I write poems about me and stuff that affects me. That’s just what I do.
I don’t think I’ll ever stop being a stupid boy. I’m trying to be better. I wrote this poem about it.
I suffer from the hugest crushes on women who have no idea who I am. I’m a bit of a twit, really. But I love women. I can’t help it. Shame I’m not more confident. Here’s a poem about that.
And at that certain time Heads emerge from shells Where they were buried Dreaming tales to tell And cloistered in my womb Loneliness and black dog thoughts Of doom and gloom I send my words to you Sometimes liked Sometimes not at all Left wondering what the magic recipe must be But liked or notContinue reading “A Writer’s Lot. A poem.”
Atmospheric periphery Horizon where oxygen thins Light and dark, yang and yin Moonlight shines upon the rim Skirting stars and floating things Reflects the place and state I’m in
My pocket is the doorway to my soul. Or it could be, if I didn’t clean it out as much. Here’s my ode to the humble pocket.
I will forever adore the Haiku and its mystical 5/7/5 syllable structure. Here are three I composed this morning.
Here’s a poem about my love/hate relationship with Summer. In Australia it’s over for another year.
Winter is coming 😉
I once found a pair of brand new sunglasses in an elevator. Rather than turn them in, I decided to keep them (terrible of me, I know).
They change the shape of my face when I wear them, almost making me a different person. When they’re on, I almost have a sense of increased confidence and lessened anxiety. Does that happen with you, too?
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.
A poem about the misguided affairs of the heart. Swept up and swept away, never thinking about the real price you pay.