The sum of all regrets Like dew drops in my hand Drying in the morning sun And leaving nothing left But the air I breathed That filled me up Was good enough Good enough
The angry tide The beach swept clean Refuse returned to the slumber of the sea The frozen snows Such bitter cold Ground disguised, glistening winter freeze The haunted house All empty rooms Cavities and mouldings hold mysteries The ocean ship Pitches, rolls away The storm that blows onward drunkenly All these things Broil andContinue reading “Scream. A Poem Of Dreams.”
Today’s poem is about love, connection, and touch.
I felt the rain more deeply than ever before It flowed like chaotic capillaries down my face It mingled with tears, a salty, alchemical mix It touched my tongue, combined saliva and cotton mouth It washed me clean of tragic irony and bittersweet regret And when it stopped I stood there dripping, alone asContinue reading “Rain. 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. GoodsContinue reading “Haiku Triplet”
My head hurts. As always.
If I drank, I could blame it on something.
Alas, the blame is all me.
Yep. Like I said, last poem. Depression is a pain in the…
Down, down, down, I go. I thought once you hit rock bottom the only way was up. Guess I was wrong.
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.
Ever had to wait for an appointment, meeting, etc., where you’ve been unsure of what will happen? Your paranoid thoughts tend to get the better of you. Afterwards you realise they were all for naught, and that everything was always going to be okay.
Stop worrying so much. I should take my own advice, shouldn’t I?
Okay, so I got tired of writing dark poetry. This one’s a little amusing. And 5/7/5 syllable Haiku’s are entirely appropriate for short-lived non-romances.
This is based on my own experiences, of course. I’m sure other people have a great time on their online dates.
Your words are poison Entering my ears, seeping to my brain Flowing through arteries, capillaries and veins To my torso, arms and legs and beyond Sapping my strength, dropping me to my knees Feeding my ever-present pain, drawing forth tears That return your bitter poison to the earth beneath my feet Another dark poem. Some day I’ll write a happy one. Just notContinue reading “Poison. A poem.”
I’m not sure how some of my poems come to mind, or why they are all so dark.
Oh, yes, I do. It’s because I’m a depressed and anguished soul. Well, that was easy. Next question?
I am a poor player With little left to show For the game of life I’ve played One arm behind my back, restrained Here’s a very short poem I wrote a few weeks ago. Not sure why I didn’t publish it then. Had other stuff on my mind, I guess.
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.
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.
Stand still long enough
time slows to a stop
the event horizon
Of a gaping black hole…
The 5/7/5 syllable structure of haiku allows for wonderful poetic experimentation.
My obsession with haiku in threes is almost like the compulsion I wrote about here.
Another experimental poem from me. Just in that kind of mood.
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.)
I love writing Haiku – 5/7/5 syllabic compounds of poetic magic.
It’s like baking a very small, very tasty, cake. Only better.
As a Christian I find I don’t write enough poetry about my God. Time to rectify that.
Love and online dating. My poem of indifference, with a difference.
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.
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.
Another experiment, this time in structure. I’ve done these sorts of “visual” poems before, but I liked how this one turned out.
I hate having depression. It’s not hard to guess what I wrote this poem about.
Another Friday night, finds me alone.
Another lonely Friday night, I compose another lonely poem.
An experimental poem using only three syllables per line. Hope you like it.
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.