Tagged: poem

Backpacking is Awesome 0

Writing, 10/28

One tick to the right and I’m off Running like it was the path that I meant to follow all along Arms before face to protect it from the brambles and the branches That...

Delicate Love 0

My Love is Dead

My love is dead! My cries depleted by the gentle down, encased. Clipped wings of once beauteous creatures with my honest tears are traced. My love is dead. I lie defeated. I pull the...

Abstract Thoughts 0

Unsettled

He came back today. I was not cheered to see him. He looked as bad for wear As the last time the beast chose to be him. My revulsion returned- I fear I have...

Ferry 0

The Ferry

Ridding the ferry makes me ponder… Thinking of things far, wide and in between. There’s quietness, while muttered voices are far lower than the wrestling of cool steel, as splashing of gentle waves gather,...

Mountain Top 0

The Vision

My hands turned into a million White butterflies Rushing to the moon Where am I going? To the drops and the whispers To the winds and the tops To the shortness of life Filled...

Face Splash 0

Forsaken

only the tame know love when he yanks your rope and you do not mind let me be captive I want to go home if only the rain would fall and wash away my...

Gorilla in the Park 0

Write Like Glen Duncan

Let me write like Glen Duncan. I would top every Christmas list And prayer, Send it seaward in bottles and Skyward on doves If I thought it would make it one iota more likely....

Sun in the Park 0

A Collection of Short Poems

Another Angle Wind loops through the rain. Dark, grey, cloudy silence. No more rocks, worms, and twisted corners to battle with. The sky will be blue from another angle.   Mist It falls, soft...

Haibun Examples, School Entrance 0

Amid the Clutter

Haibun Poem   Thick reams of paper everywhere. The folders on my desk organizer bulge out with them. I can’t see the top of my desk. Jaime has no room for her piles. Even...

Leap Feat 0

Actually…

Since no one raises a hand, take a leap and where you land is where you can can what? Belief turns the world, commitment the handle no, I did not say together or even...

Writing in Bed 1

3:24 A.M.

Welcome to my second life The beautiful stretch between the hours of 2 and 5 a.m. In which you sleep next to me and I am afforded the freedom to write write write With...

Poetry Freestyle, Lonely Woman 0

‘Cuse Me

Free Verse Poetry   I’ve lost your letters, those ancient, drained of significance, budgeted posts. Somehow they were lost to me among the squatting pestilence and in the elusive streets called bitter and false...