Poetry, stories and strange odds and ends from the desk of a writer
I am – she cares not who that is I’m nix but words that scorn A heart despised by acid tongue For love is ne’er reborn With contempt, she let my heart dream Her love was mine to hold But love be damned when left for dead Outside in winter’s cold No pity has she … Continue reading Ne’er Reborn
Title: Landscape with House and Ploughman Date: 1889 Movement: Cloisonnism Artist: Vincent van Gogh Dutch 1853 - 1890
You don’t see me you never see but I do. Silent eyes straying lazily over your curves teasing fingers reaching close but never touching. A kiss waxing poetic love on your lips my tongue just a whisper on your flesh. Then you begin to feel the torment and tease of rough leather curling around your … Continue reading Vision
I love you even today, without hope Of knowing you ever loved me too But for that I will not forlornly mope My tears are shed, as always without you To ease my soul from all that brings me pain And that hurts the most, what else can I do? So once more I walk … Continue reading Love’s Wish
https://youtu.be/Z9aiBlIpyKU Kiss From a Rose Seal
The joys of spring are late in coming round As snowflakes scatter softly on the ground For winter's winds are holding back the light And earth must wait to feel the warming sun Despite the ever short'ning hours of night The essence of spring seems lost amid ice And voices moan about the cold and … Continue reading Too Late?
Created by: William Kenneth Keller Structure: 3 quatrains and a couplet 1. The rhyme is to be internal cross rhyme, not end rhyme. This is formally known as interlaced rhyme. The interlaced rhymes should occur within the first 3 feet of the line. 2. Rather than end rhyme, the form employs a type of alliteration … Continue reading Bardic Sonnet
deep inside darkness creation unfurls its wings there’s light at the end © JG Farmer 2017 Form: Haiku
We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,— This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile, And mouth with myriad subtleties. Why should the world be over-wise, In counting all our tears and sighs? Nay, let them only see us, while … Continue reading We Wear the Mask
