Category: Poetry

Poetry about struggle 0

Waterbed

Poem To the naked eye, it was a fine mattress. The woman, supine, seemed serene on the waves- gentle and small (it’s only a waterbed, after all.) But zoom in- you may notice her...

Poem About Vices 0

Ode To My Vices

Poem You dull my mind And turn me blind But I need you Don’t I? Don’t lie. I need truth too. I hate you, so much, But I can’t give you up. “I think...

Poetry About Life 0

The Price of Life

Poem About Life They still pick his pieces off the pavement, Careen. Puzzle pieces pick such somber songs. Astonished explanations, all strewn insides, vacant Empty manhood. Cheating mothers leave only nothing. Here he flies...

visionary spoken word 0

Visionary

Spoken Word Never fed Always full Tries to hold Hands never empty Forever on time Rooms always empty Sometimes glad For the echoes Perhaps the silence Is a cure Only one day It will...

read love poems 0

My Captain

Love Poem   I saw you gliding o’er the water, rowing in a steady, slow rhythm toward the place on the sand where I stood, in the white wash of the words you whispered...

japanese garden with a rock and groomed sand 0

Returning Epiphanies

I re-read a chapter of Zen Spirit, Christian Spirit. All my objections forgotten, as a message I’ve discovered and lost so often returns yet again. My own conflicted nature evaporates like so much dew...

man standing on a cliff overlooking island in the ocean 0

No More

He was no longer interestedIn serving any QueenOr slaying her dragonsOr rescuing herHe laid his armor asideHe put his sword awayHe was tired of theSeemingly endlessBattlesHe had his share ofBloodshedHe was done withFighting Photo...

memory poem 1

Smell Haunting

Poem   I walked in And the smell Took me back Like a time-travel machine To a place Where I crept in fear From room to room Skulked in the smoke, And drank bitter...

poem about wandering 1

Constant Wanderer

Poem I am a constant wanderer Whose home is scattered And whose feet never rest Among the numerous roads I have an urge to get lost I am a constant wanderer Whose limits are...

end of summer poem 2

Starless Sky

Poem   The sky has darkened, full of clouds and frost. The summer has died all the beauty is lost. Ugly mountains are before me! Endless winters to console me. There is only one...

lonesome poem 0

Cinderella

Poem There is a girl who sits on the wooden floor, no roof; The clouds floating by overhead as if down a river. She sits there in the sunlight, sorting leaves, Pushing them in...