The Henge

Form: Free Verse Chilling winds echo setting sun.carrying time backwardstemple of peace, focal point,herders’ lands mingle with grain,where bronzed traders negotiate Avebury Henge, Wiltshire, UK ©JGFarmer2009

Unspoken Words

Form: Free Verse The emotions that cannot speakas they have no words on my lipssurrendered as he kissed memy breath stolen by his mouthas his soul spoke softly to mineand I listened in the feelingof his whispers glidingfrom the back of his throatto graze over my lipsbefore growling into my heart ©JGFarmer2021

Oi Sunshine

Form: Free Verse What label should I wearfor you to understandmy personal beingmy own identityand why the hell do you need to knowthe genitals inside my jeansand the gender of who I sleep withit’s not your bed I get in at nightit’s not your bedroom I feel safe to undress init’s not your arms that …

Out of Nothing

A poet’s pen crafts words of love romantic lines sculpturing beauty out of thin air...

The Nine Tailors

Church bells ring at Fenchurch St Paul. A wedding, celebrated in true English fashion. A time for joy before the outbreak of war...

Poet’s Angst

Long nights writing my soul in lines and verse a poet at his craft, they say...

Puberty

I stopped believing in Santa when I saw the adults putting parcels by the tree and I never found the tooth fairy ...

Secret Admirer

A bit of a first for me in this poem. I have written many an unrequited love poem but never from the perspective of being the subject of that love. Challenging to say the least...

Yet…

I new the touch of your lips before we kissed and I will know that bliss long after the kissing has stopped in the intimate moments between dusk and dawn...

Romantic Thoughts…

I love the photography of Paul Militaru and I have wanted to write one of his images for a while now. This one has proven irresistable, My thanks to Paul for providing the inspiration...

Innocent Eyes

Innocent eyes flicker open Startled by cold water A child, the gift of love...

Come Home

There are places I love to go, where I belong and I’ll never say where or why when I have been to so many places already...

Old Timer’s Farewell

our last journey down the old bumpy road bouncing and swaying on our last ride the same old track from dawn ‘til night...

She Will Survive

You are the ,miracle of divine creation thirsting for water across the dry passage of time and when the rains come your body immerses in freshness...

Thinking of You

released butterfly wings soaring purple skies passions shimmer light...

Tickets

The streets of gold the world in an oyster and promises of a bright future...

Working from Home

Moments are there to be taken savoured and treasured like found gemstones...

Screw You

I don’t have the privilege I wasn’t born cis in a world of pink and blue and so what if I like purple...

Right…

As my wings soar I am the raven looking for flesh my craven call of wanting...

The Story of a Broken Heart

A drop of water fresh from the cloud fresh from the ocean capturing the flowing river...

Divine Presence

Sweet pleasure enjoyed in the midnight sky freely shared in the warm autumn air and my feelings possessed with flight...

Shattered Chains

Gaga sings I was born this way but I was not born to be someone’s perfection with my mind infiltrated...

Sensual Inquisition

I felt the solution caressing the insatiable answers to the questions of love...

Pleasure of the Mind

I heard you sigh softly on the cold air and I heard you sigh deeper bracing yourself as the morning light...

Facades

Removing the fake facades yet keeping our mouths shut not revealing the shame of it...

Für Ludwig

The music played on piano keys repeating octaves over again so many times, over again...

Chance

A chance meeting but I’m glad we met and took the chance to share moments in mutual delight...

Anonymous

Hidden behind the letters page of a conservative rag withered by decades of hate...

Wish List

Come to me lady of my heart find your place within my wish list...

Free Verse Notes

Without doubt the most popular poetry is Free Verse, despite a minority who would argue it not proper poetry because proper poetry must rhyme and have meter. I would argue that some poetry rhymes yet has no meter and some prose may not rhyme but it has meter. In fact, spoken English is dominated by …

What Chance of Love

Voyages of discovery in the back row of a corny movie with naïve kisses and indiscreet fumbling fingers on buttons...

High Point

Touching you filling your senses with you...

Cry in the Dark

Angel by my side, without you so lost. Will this hurt never end...

Nap Space

A soft bed There’s no want Or desire...

Poems and Verse

Some poems flow quickly from the pen as if words cluster at the nib wanting to be said spinning and somersaulting on to paper...

Cat Daddy Mornings

Sweet kisses of deep and meaningful Good mornings on my nose Waking me up to trusting purrs...

I Can Fly

I hear your voice, as I sleep I feel your touch...

Offerings #writephoto

Author’s Notes: The first time I have written a prompt write live from Becci’s house, and I am sat listening to the rain chuck it down as we approach the late summer bank holiday. Thank you Sue for another dash of inspiration, which can be found here My form is free verse Offerings A token …

Leave Me Alone

Some days I get so angry with you, just let me be Those days I don’t thank you for not letting me die I just wanted to let go, from this hell be free...

My Broken Mind

This sanity that drives me insane disturbed thinking finding my own peace while flying the euphoric skies...

Destination Surrealistic Imagination

Paint and canvas, pencils and water, four simple things...

Silent Voice

Too afraid to speak to stand up and say my name instead my voice tapers to silence...

Sensual Sleep

Last night I inhaled and tasted you until my head was dizzy and I needed to sleep my mind fighting me to stay awake as if...

Wisdom Highlights

Looking in the mirror I see nothing special, a face puckered by age and a body carrying wear and tear...

Clouded #writephoto

Background: Every Thursday Sue Vincent hosts the #writephoto prompt. This week’s prompt ...

Natural Instinct

The turning points of life pretty much suck, don’t they? I knew they were coming as the moments built up over years, even decades...

The Hunger of Souls

Each breath inhaling infusions of leathery musk and floral high notes that carries no name but it is so familiar...

Gender Repetition

Answering the same old questions and I watch him ticking the same old boxes another shrink scanning my mind...

Invitation

Black lace kissing thigh high silk painted nails enticing my sighs...

Tonight

Tonight, I want to close my eyes and sleep and in the morning, wake up with you I want to see your hair disheveled...