Poetry Blogs (courage)
An open book she had been
In her mind remained nothing
Maybe he couldn't guess anything
When she kept secrets from him
The lost look in her eyes
The stolen smile on the curve of her lips
It's not a love long forgotten
It's a love rediscovered once again
The moment she allowed the shackles to break
And run wild head on into her dreams
Many wont understand but who cares anyway
It's her wo...
Thursday 11th October 2018 10:15 pm
It takes a daring woman to see the strength
of remaining soft in a hard world.
To love like you've never been hurt,
when your heart has been broken many times.
The greatest act of bravery is to recognize that
loving someone makes you vulnerable,
but refusing to stop.
To be courageous enough
to look that vulnerability in the face and say
"I will not back down,
no matter how many times you...
Monday 6th August 2018 2:30 pm
I wrote this piece while I was caring for my identical twin brother, following major surgery. Nearly everything you may have heard about identical twins is true.
The pain of being is not mine, but
my brother's. He cries and howls the Midnight
down into uneasy drowse
as the daylight lifts his covers
over swelling clouds of hurt.
Breaking, I balm him a little,
Sunday 14th January 2018 4:11 am
The truth to out
requires a spout,
with a shout.
But tempered words
for Kings and Fools.
From tiny seeds
great forests grow,
so I will speak
the truth I know.
And heed you well
who wish me hushed,
for it’s your voice
that will be crushed.
Friday 21st April 2017 12:12 am
He’s the stand up comedian
who can barely stand at all,
a stage-light lit chameleon
teetering, about to fall.
He’s a sure shot laugh a minute
rapid firing from the tongue.
On targets there’s no limit,
you’re in trouble if you’re one.
He’s a jester and a thinker
loved and hated too,
a philanderer and drinker
who never pulled a punch he threw.
Friday 7th April 2017 9:32 am
This poem is for all those still searching for home.
Sailing an Inland Sea
A stark white galley, sail aloft,
Knifes liquid mirrors, softly heaving,
Its pattering stem a story-teller
For fishers caught
On idle frontiers, poised
Between vaults of washed cerulean.
Its Master sighs to distant shores, yearning
For Phoenicia's Thalassa; a place of purple -...
Tuesday 24th January 2017 1:08 am
If there was no happieness
There would be nothing to enjoy.
If there was no sadness
There wouldn't be a care in the world.
If there was no friends
there would be loneliness everywhere.
If there was no uphill battles
there would be no courage
to keep on trying.
And if LIFE itself had nothing
imagine what LIFE would be....
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 2:53 am
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