Category Poems
I am sick and tired of this constant blaming
and targeting of the poor, the dispossessed,
the victims of the wars without end.
The deliberate shaming,
of those who cannot respond.
Some people are basically, lazy.
It takes effort to discover
Walking through time
Thinking of you
Receding from yesterday
Turning towards tomorrow
Waiting
For
The sun
To
Chase away
My
Desperation
Inspiration
Reverberation
Pushes me forward
Past
The spawn
Of
With The Strings That Are The Nerves… And The Veins… From His Own Arms…
How Wondrous The Sounds… Of The Agonies Made… By The Slicing And Dicing…
Down With The Lambs… Up With The Larks…
Run To The Beds, Children… Before It Gets Dark…
When I saw you,
In the coffin,
I thought,
I didn’t know you.
It was a shell of you,
Not the real you.
Your body lays at rest now,
Do you remember the night
We walked through town
Starry night
Romantic
Dreamy night
Mystery whispering in our ears
As we walked past
Medieval buildings of stone
And chiseled faces of statues
Looking at us across centuries
I desperately wanted to touch you
To take you into my arms
As we neared the river
“Don’t move,” you tell me with an air of command.
My mind struggles, my arms above my head,
held there simply by the strength of my…well, his will.
I feel a soft breeze in through the window,
the dark scent of rain fills my mind, excites me.
I glance down my body, to see you at the foot of the bed,
you’ll appreciate the pale flesh and white silk panties
just as you requested, all else bare to your gaze.
At the look in your eyes, a strangled sound escapes my lips.
Your hands find my ankles, holding them like manacles,
the heat of your touch searing through my skin,
tightening places that you haven’t even touched yet.
You are so strong, I can feel your strength as you hold me,
your fingers tightening around my ankles, holding me as you’d have me,
your hands pulling my legs apart, farther and farther,
Dreams of unknown melodies become my companions
When the moon sits upon her throne, my love
Far away, more gravitating
Are the quivering stars in the heavens
Up above
My life floats within the sun in a blissful perfect peace
Blazing there, high above the tallest trees
In lines, my soul can name
Fake.
Such a damning adjective.
And until now, I hadn’t realized
just how much it hurts.
What else would you have me do,
sweetheart?
All I’m doing
is trying,
buying time,
and avoiding awkward areas,
distressing situations.
You’ve got me rocking broken in the corner.
And you don’t even know.
Or seem to care.
Sitting on the other side of this fence…
Ode to a meadowlark
Ah, rising sun, kiss morning’s dew
Chill breath of night away thou chase
A sprite from trees there yonder flew
But why flies he away in haste?
As I through meadows lonely pace
Crimson orb, paint sky with red
On fields, again, new day doth break
Yet from love’s loss my heart has bled
And Sorrow, joy of life does take
As o’er these fields my way I make
And I have suffered now so long
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