Metaphor Ottava Rima Poems

Steadfast, he, as fortress guarded
In his ivory tower slept 
Fearing naught, though faith-departed
Knowing not his lover wept.
Cowardice, thought long-discarded
Secretly in silence crept
Corroded, as if silver,...

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Angels Speak of His True Love

By God’s intent, Angels speak of His true love,
For mankind and nature here on Mother Earth.
They help us find our...

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The Devil’s Black Eyes

The Devil’s black eyes burn red-hot on this night, 
Their piercing stare cut our souls now dark and deep;
His demons spread evil...

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Good poetry is like an Old Master
Crafted with expert skill imbued with soul
No abstracted throwaway disaster
Or a bland undistinguished casserole
Of poor ingredients cooked up faster
And...

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Bluebells in chime are shadows in training,
beech trees rising in a sheltering sky.
Sunlight peeks through, the merest of raining,
to guide the mauve buds to darkness...

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Endearing love, it flanks your lives - the key?
two hearts with mercy's gift. Your hopes and dreams
o’er flowed offspring’s dry banks to guarantee
success and joy....

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The morning's mists
mix with the
woodland's scent
To fill me with such
wondrous happiness;
I see her wet but
gentle hands are
bent
And reaching out to
touch with
loveliness
The trees, and fills
my heart...

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Through the Mist


Dawns mists do not deny what they obscure
encasing us in cones of all alone
create a fear that none - but one - endure
the...

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