Screaming Little People
Poem About City Life Bus, crowd, hand, smile, anger. Traffic jam, traffic lights, traffic, windows, sky, birds. A wish, a wish to be one of them with the wings. Why are they staying...
Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
Poem About City Life Bus, crowd, hand, smile, anger. Traffic jam, traffic lights, traffic, windows, sky, birds. A wish, a wish to be one of them with the wings. Why are they staying...
Romance Poems Why do you care Care to know The images I hold That you want to hold I hear you say The things you say Things we’ll do Together one day You...
Poem She’s unbreakable — first live and a tiger: her father use to abscond to the market on his moped for coffee and fried breadsticks, and show off to neighbor and kin; she...
Free Form Poetry I don’t know what to do The rest of my time here will Spend its last times floating through Doorways, calling out facts and figures to Those who could care...
Love Poem I like your outfit The way you do your hair just so and your tie just right And it feels like a million bucks to have you there because with you,...
Short Poem The fascination of the warrior is the flirtation with the abyss. Death, Life, Peace, Honor, Love, and the everlasting. Every sword swing of the Samurai juxtaposed against the blooming of the...
Modern Poem I’m a virtual voyager, a modern Magellan, exploring unventured, rendered dimensions. I’m a law enforcer and a most wanted felon. I’m a fierce warrior, a hero, a legend. I’m releasing years of pent up...
Moral Life Poetry These creatures listen and focus on you Like you were the only person in the universe It is the moment of discovery that ruins it all What’s beyond the surface...
Poems About Nature Twisting out from the ground Making a reach out to the impossible Leaning into the wind The music of gnarled roots Pulsing through chipping Skin and veins A dog curls...
Haiku Poetry Ev’ry time you see A tree in its growing phase Do you think of me? The feel of your breaths Against my ear; leaving marks No one else can see You button...
Haibun Poetry A blue jay soars downward like a falcon returning to an outstretched gauntlet. He swerves up at the last minute, perches on a branch of the maple overhanging the deck. Not...