Misc Poems - Poems about Misc

Where has my smile run off to? Oh, I don't pretend that it's gone entirely, that it doesn't make any appearances. But that's not the dilemma. It doesn't stay for long, doesn't have a home here anymore - and that's what...Read the rest...

Ten. Ten years, I've been scared, fearing the phone's ring. Twenty. Twenty years, I was, learning how goodbye really felt. Thirty. Thirty years, I reached, forty-four days ago. Forty. Forty, my brother was, for fifty-seven days. That's all he got... and that feels like all for me. I'm terrified,...Read the rest...

I am a mouse, catatonic with fear; just trying to stay still and silent, to survive. Batted about by an indifferent cat; for him a lazy afternoon, for me an aching lifetime. It has no idea of the torture it inflicts; no...Read the rest...

The atmosphere was alive and palpable, surreal really as the aegean blue of electrons after a summer downpour, where the crickets take a short reprieve to zen the petrichor. ...Read the rest...

We can't have a child. It's not a matter of want, of belief, of opinion. We cannot. Every doctor says, my wife will die. The child might live, or might not, but the love of my life will not, not a guess, not...Read the rest...

Bacon and sausage. Dogs and music. Whiskey and a wife's smile. Sometimes, surely, it is just that simple. Lately it has not been. Not in life, not in fiction, not in poetry. One year, maybe three poems. All about grief. One imagined, yet real - a...Read the rest...

Here I sit on this night so still, not a rustle in the leaves nor a stirring in the grass. No whispers intrude; naught but mine. Ill news after days spent ill, unwelcome foreword to grief inexorable more like than not. No...Read the rest...

When I look into your eyes, a river flows through me The connection I feel with you, In English or in Spanish, there are no words to describe Even though we're...Read the rest...

We stand on ice that feels much too thin, six feet suddenly feeling like miles. Our footing is loose on this shaky ground, and the cracks can be heard all around. I see the fearmongering, the conspiracies, the boredom and...Read the rest...

Misc. 72 My Thoughts On Change All that man can do to slow change Is a mere inconvenience to God? Though we may dig our heels in and resist it, Change began with life itself. Some change evolves from God, While the...Read the rest...

Misc. 74 Funny Thing Thoughtfulness’ are remembered long after the most lavish gifts have made their way to the landfill. Tom Second Nature Being thankful should be a thought-less job. Tom So Great A Faith The trying of our faith is never greater than the moment...Read the rest...

A long hot ribbon of black asphalt as the hot sun beats down upon it it goes straight as a ruler across the land with shimmering mirages upon it seen a glittering form of clean lines appears coming from far...Read the rest...

The stars call upon my eyes and in them I find choice. They bid me gaze, they bid me hearken, and in their diary of days I espy pages a mind to darken. A friend taken from afar, another lost from next...Read the rest...

To some people it's just a day A regular, ordinary day like any other But to the many out there with a day off No matter what day or time it was They proclaim a day to do nothing. Sitting...Read the rest...

Tonight you step outside. Out where the fireflies alight on unseen eddies of air; out to where the stars lend their light and a breeze caresses your hair. You sit on the step and you wonder how a time so dark...Read the rest...