Your sins were profligate Rose and fell with the tide But the full moon did wane And the tide it did change You found absolution Nearly drove you insane Arose here in the twilight A much better man Left behind your trespasses Washed away out of sight But reminders remain As they should, of the pain A better man arisen From the tide’s angry refrain Continue reading Tide. 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.
This life As much as I hate it Is all I have So suck it up And get on with it Make it a life Worth loving Continue reading This Life. 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.
My light and my guide Through deep waters wide Your beacon a warning Rocks and shoals in the night If I’m caught in the storm And blown far off course May your lighthouse deliver me For better or worse Continue reading Beacon. A poem.
Remember life The semblance of Before the fall (So far you fell, maybe you’re falling still) When integrity, respect Were friends on call All you’ve done All your transgressions You just wish it wasn’t so Accept the facts (False truths … Continue reading Remember. A poem.
Time passes Wounds heal Leaving scars And memories Of tragedy That fade But never disappear Completely But make us Who we are Continue reading Wounds. A poem.
You are the final piece Of this eternal puzzle The final piece To intersect And combine To make the parts Into the whole Bringing purpose And new life Complete Continue reading Puzzle Piece. A poem.
Multiple iterations Played over and over A thousand times or more Of what went wrong But another iteration Won’t change the game Or the final outcome Continue reading Iterations. A poem.
I am a mouse On a wheel To nowhere Is this a prison Of my own making The wheel spins Never braking (Never breaking) I am the mouse Trapped in a cycle Continual heartbreak And recrimination Round goes the wheel Never braking (Never breaking) I am the mouse Who dreams he is a man Who dreams he is a mouse On a wheel To nowhere Continue reading Wheel. A poem.
The furrowed brow The weight of my world Bringing me low My successes tarnished Corroded by rusty deeds And the lime of consequence Troubled thoughts Sail on a sea of responsibility The waves toss and tumble Almost as black as pitch And sticking like tar The dead weight of regret If I could be saved Would you extend a hand? Or let me be smashed on black reefs The wind is cold and hard It whispers in my ears A melody of darkness The fire fuelled And then brought low By implacable resistance Will I ever escape? Will I ever … Continue reading Anchor. A poem.
I placed you on a pedestal Now you’re too far For me to reach Story of my life Continue reading Pedestal. A poem.
How could you say the things you did? And how could I respond in kind? Every bitter reproach Like a roadmap of our pain Every recrimination Like a hammer to my brain Holding back the tears Letting emotion and volume have their way Where logic would have saved the day Two mules head butting Unable to back down Two recalcitrants enabled In the aftermath When all is said and done When acrid smoke rises from the craters of regret Realising you can’t take back what was said And you wish you never had But it’s too late Far too late … Continue reading Too Late. A poem.
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