NaPoMo 30: Poetic View

Texte: The poets were good teachers, for they taught Earth had this joy; but that 'twould ever be That fortune should be perfected in me, My heart of hope dared not engage the thought Robert Seymour Bridges The poets were good teachers, for they taught Of visions unseen by the human eye Of beauty seen …

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NaPoMo 29: Downrush

Cascades of thunder growling from behind Embraced as one without a thought or care The dreams of lovers laced and thus entwined As torrents fall while we are unaware Beneath the foam our two souls are aligned Amid the icy spray crossing the air Cascades of thunder growling from behind Embraced as one without a …

NaPoMo 28: Poetic Journey

Pen and ink marks on paper clichéd rhyme and metered lines the practice of finding the voice soft and feminine end of lines gave way to a stronger rhythm the rhythm of a poet’s soul the growl of a heart tired of breaking in the silence of hush, don’t talk about it keep it inside …

NaPoMo 27: A Moment

When hearing future times echo within A moment to pause and see her within The innocence of love inside their eyes And he touches her skin to feel within Her belly tight with the tension of new life As ultrasound echoes the proof within The words of love have now led us to this For …

NaPoMo 26: A Man’s Desire

Give me your love, a man desires it all Even though he is undeserving of Your thought, it’s to your heart he makes his call So, standing here I say – Give me your love Or shall these words be lost, never heard of His heart thus left into the pain and fall Beneath the …

NaPoMo 25: A Nod to the Greek Poets

Once more love’s kiss loosens my tongue jiggling my senses as they clatter in bittersweet torment undeniable yet irritating like an insect silently wandering over my skin or a soft summer breeze disturbing the stillness of a chestnut tree Your touch so good that it makes my chest rise and fall refreshed and cool but …

NaPoMo 24: Surreal Similitude

The storm raged around me the prison of thunder and rain keeping me static never moving on as the lightning crashed inside my mind ceaseless recollections back in time repeating echoes of pain no place to turn nowhere to go no place to call home there is no escaping thoughts trapped in the mind flashing …

NaPoMo 23: The Time Has Come

The Earth is dying, killed by human kind The unkind acts of living hell We want it all but take no time to find The art of living safe and well The Earth is dying, but who really cares Enough to seek a future quest Our selfish greed that holds no future shares Our kids …

NaPoMo 22: Shirts and Jeans

The clean shirt and denim jeans No more in-betweens, just me No more hiding it inside A rough ride, but I am free Stepping out and coming out Too long shouting in the dark Today is it, can’t go back Their flack belongs in the ark Head high with pride, standing tall It took my …