Happy valentines day y'all Cold and alone Frost bites warm memories Leave the love It was never yours
Poem
Turning 32 Birthday Poem
Hey there! I wrote a short rhyming poem on turning 32. I enjoyed writing it hope you enjoy reading too 🙂 I've written prose on entering my 30s and if you want to read about them you can go here - turning 30 and here and here - turning 31. I will write a prose … Continue reading Turning 32 Birthday Poem
Winter Night A Poem
A sonnet on winter, pain and death.
Dorothy Poems – Frustration
Frustration If I had a shiny gun, I could have a world of fun Speeding bullets through the brains Of the folk who give me pains; Or had I some poison gas, I could make the moments pass Bumping off a number of People whom I do not love. But I have no lethal weapon- … Continue reading Dorothy Poems – Frustration
Poems on Food
Turns out I love food, and have written poems on them. At my last count there were enough to have this thought turn into a blog post! If you love food, and like reading some poems, then you are in the right place. Here are some of the warm nuzzling poems to keep you grounded … Continue reading Poems on Food
Blink and Miss
Blink and you will miss it The stage set to stagger your world The home never to return The life worth of abuse and torment The blackhole of my existence Blink and you will know What life worth fighting for is over What words mean when your spirit dies What dialog is necessary What living … Continue reading Blink and Miss
The Fallen Leaf A Poem
The fallen leaf is a lyrical poem on the last days of a leaf expressing the fragile state of human life.
Pizza Poem
An ode to pizza with tantalizing toppings of rhyming words & delicious aroma of a poem
Coin Collector – A Poem
He's called a coin collector Who counted far too many stars His days were filled with melancholic roses While his evenings were filled with laughs A drumming sensationalist, he could've been a big super star Had he not collected his broken dreams and kept them surrounded by his scars
Desperation a Poem
Slippery fingers holding on to the cliff And that feeling never fades The rubble makes it even more difficult As aggressive fingers latch up on the pockets Of the cliff which itself is intent on destroying itself And take you with it Not giving up. Falling is too hard. You keep up. But it … Continue reading Desperation a Poem