Poems"If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?" - Emily Dickinson.
Rhythm, rhyme, sound, words, and meaning - poetry brings all of these together to invoke your imagination. An ancient form that has existed for longer than the written language, poetry - in its varied forms - has something for everyone. In this section, we bring you the myriad colors and shades of this beautiful literary form.
Devoted To You
Love is a special thing between two people.
Old Friend Of Mine
When your time is up, it's up, no point regretting the past.
Lay With Me
A love poem as influenced by Snow Patrol.
A time to move on.
Just something from a college writing workshop.
Just something from my class last semester.
A Dog End And A Brew
When the ego overrules the heart.
An Empty Head
Sometimes it's harder to close a love affair than we think.
A Secret Resides
When the misery inside is too painful to share.
Short, sweet and to the point. For my wife.
Staring At The Walls (Wish You Were Here)
Sometimes it's harder to, let go than to grin and bear it.
How can peace be gained when you only appease one side?
Tell Me Again
A question to our glorious government.
Speechless. Please put your interpretation for the poem in the comment section. Thanks a lot. Ciao.
Tongue in cheek politics here. Or the crap side of Brexit...
Pretty Was The Sun
A wee ditty for Valentine's day.
The niggling regrets of a lost romance.
All I've Ever Known
Hope you like the poem.
For my wife, the most beautiful person in my world.
The Fire Ablaze
Deception in a relationship.
We all reach that point in time, when we start to ponder that next version of ourselves.
Be patient, that soulmate is out there.
A simple love poem.
A Little Bit Of Goth
A Gothic tale of woe and regret.
Cope With That
A pleading defense. It's familiar to most of us if not us all.
Dedicated to all the children of hoarders.
Passing into adulthood.
Why has a symbol of peace become such a war cry?
Inspired by the creepypasta, '1999'. A chilling poem to read for Halloween.