Today, tomorrow, day and night, rain, snow, and sunlight, I love them all, I love the spring, the summer, the autumn, and the winter, for they are all beautiful, and time, I make the time to appreciate them all, and I love nature, and the power of the rain that falls from the clouds, and…
Category: Poetry
A collection of posts featuring my poems.
To
To you to you, though I do not know your name, but you brought me into this world, just the same, so, here is to you, here is to you I say, I say, as I am surrounded by friends, and we all have smiles on our faces, and how lucky we are to be…
To the one that I love
To someone I love, to someone I love, I am here waiting for you to come, and I have the dinner on, and I have a bottle of wine, and I have the music on, I have the empty glasses on the table, and I have the candles lit, and I have your favourite songs,…
To the girl that I never knew
To the girl that I never knew, I wondered you. And I wonder of what you would have become, had you had the chance to grow. To the girl that I never knew, such fate has taken away my heart, and I curse the day that death did come to play, for a life cut…
To the ends
To the ends, to the ends of the Earth to the ends of the Earth my friends, for there is nothing here for us but an abysmal end, and this society is on its knees, amongst the hurricanes and the tornados of stupidities, and the idiocy of many who are stuck in their ways, and…
To the ends of the world
To the ends of the world, to see what I can see, to see the majesty of all that is new to me, to be free of my old life, and to rejuvenate myself with the magic, and to create new memories, far away across the continents and the oceans, and the seas, after flying…
Tired of this
Tired of this instability. Tired of this uncivility, Tired of thinking what should be, tired of the world and its insanity. Tired of rape, tired of knife crime and gun crime, torture, and murder. Oh, so many needless deaths in this world yet it is what is, and I am tired of a heart ripped…
Tired of the night, tired of the day
Tired of the night, tired of the day, I sleep to dream, I sleep to ease, I sleep to ease the cares of the world away, but, only for a little while, to the nights dismay. Tired of the night, tired of the day, yet the day, happily, afresh it does come, it does come…
Timid
Timid, a woman sat in a cafe, a nervous woman sat with a cup of coffee, sat with her nervous disposition with a slice of cake, amidst the fray, sat amidst the hustle and the bustle, as the waiters and waitresses race back and forth, and as she watches others conversations, she lifts her cup…
Times
Time, candlelight, and brine, and patience, sat upon a boat under the starry skies, where the moon glows bright upon the sea, and where the fishes await, and if you wait patiently, you will catch some in-between the moonbeams, and be able to cook them the next day for tea, yes, oh, how relaxing it…
