Best Waken Poems

In A Sad Blindness, One May Yet Find Hope
           (The Solemn Prayer)

Raining splashing, fierce winds...

Read more of this work...

oh, how a fair breeze of Autumn can stir
my heart with reprieves - the redolent
       leaves
remembrance of romance with...

Read more of this work...

"For all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams." Pedro Calderon de la Barca

        ...

Read more of this work...

The frozen sap of mirthless trees,
The fractured flow of icy streams.

The howling wind that claws at life, 
The forest shrouded in endless white.

Skeletal ice hangs...

Read more of this work...

She awoke
to a blazing sun,
brightest orb,
day’s lover.
The moon, jealous of her love,
cried for the night’s loss.

She, sleeping,
missed the soft caress,
silken touch,
palest rays
that beckoned her to...

Read more of this work...

(1.)
Beware, Nightmarish Dreams Are Oft By Raven Sent,
(In Tribute To Edgar Allen Poe)

When incantations stoke fiery embers,
eerie nights, their sounds roust to remember
ghosts of yesteryears,...

Read more of this work...

Brown as a withered leaf
Crimson neckband with flashing wings of
winter taupe - bright green underneath.
Perched each day in the window’s bay
ever out of reach.

 If...

Read more of this work...

Forest fairies changing colors,
autumn's patchwork pattern weaving
in the foggy morning stillness
before winter's barren grieving,
up the river on the damp air,
up hollows through the shadowed vales
sounds...

Read more of this work...

Her lust for you is fierce.
She spreads it out before you
as if it were a lavish bridegroom’s dinner
of caviar, oysters and shrimp;
spears of warmed asparagus...

Read more of this work...

Oh, blossoms, waken!  Here comes spring.
Each flower, raise your pretty face.
The sun and rain are here to bring
you sustenance. Bring us your grace!

Arise, dear...

Read more of this work...

So Sweet

Since you came into my life, I can tell you true
Only pleasing you is all I want to do!

Sugar I’ll be giving you every...

Read more of this work...

Once Upon A Curse

She’d pricked her finger, and for years she slept
inside the castle in her pretty room.
Her parents and the entire village wept
for she...

Read more of this work...

aim true
don’t shake
spear the beast

measure for measure
this is the taming of the shrew
the tempest as you will

it feels much ado about nothing
as if it is...

Read more of this work...

Beauty of this creation

A glow of Indian yellow peeks through the tall gray trees
All scattered on the hill, colored white with recent fallen snow
The sun...

Read more of this work...

Is there a junkyard for old tiaras and outdated ball gowns?
Where does Beauty go when age has taken her crown? 
Removed atop her head and...

Read more of this work...