Out of the Dark
Remember me as flowers Pushing their way out of the dark To find warmth in the sun’s embrace I recently lost someone very dear to me, and my pen has once again become… Continue reading
Tag Archive: poetry
Five Haiku Poems: Paper Soul
You’ve nothing to say In silence, you still taunt me Quiet mockery I stare back at you A frozen smile strains your face Love’s gone; there’s no trace Limb by limb, I rip… Continue reading
Crimes of the Heart
… Here in the dark I sit. Polishing my sins with a rag and spit. No matter how hard I rub, the patina never succumbs. Encrusted with smudge, it’s difficult to shine. Woe… Continue reading
7 Haiku Poems: Ghouls From Pluto
🛸 👽 🛸 👽 🛸 👽 🛸 👽 🛸 👽 🛸 👽 🛸 👽 🛸 👽 🛸 👽 🛸 👽 🛸 👽 🛸 👽 🛸 👽 Ghouls from dark Pluto Here to rob me of my treats Little bastard thieves I‘d knocked for hours My knuckles bleeding and cracked No one steals my stash I clutch my candies… Continue reading
Pesadilla
I pull you close. You tell me no – Not tonight. Just one little kiss. I smell your sweat. It whets my appetite. You scare me, You whisper As I make you mine.… Continue reading
Cover Me
Cover me within the earth, place me deep. I won’t feel pain. I won’t bleed. *Mortalità inevitabile. Cover me. I’ll shed my skin. One life ends – another begins. Cover me. Don’t mourn.… Continue reading
Haiku Poems Inspired by Master Bloggers
Over the course of three years of blogging, I’ve been inspired by the phenomenal art and photographs of many talented fellow bloggers. Featured are seven of them! I hope to write more poetry inspired… Continue reading
Five Haiku Poems: Fair Game
She’s a sitting duck. He hears her heart’s pulsation. You can’t hide from me. Deft are his fingers as he aims the honed arrow. It soars steadily. Point meets its target. She gasps… Continue reading
Into the Fire
I’m seeing you tonight. It isn’t my heart I worry about or its thump, thump, thump and its skips. Nor is it my mouth which talks far too much and longs to whisper… Continue reading
Sanctuary
My masts are engulfed in flames that do not burn. Scavenging pirates scatter, empty-handed, with no booty they yearn. St. Elmo, be with me, a refugee from a hostile land – a sailor… Continue reading
