Breakup Sad Poems

A photograph of us: we are blushing
in your bathroom mirror, your body wrapped
around mine. A blanket. A tattoo
needled in. Your beaming chin in my hair....

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We held, we loved, we were as one
So fierce my heart would beat 
In passion’s throes a few of us 
Are simply meant to meet...

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Stop messing
with my head
your pretty little lies
bring right back
to the day
I first fell for them
you lied to my face
to make me happy
how ironic
you told me
you...

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Mysterious as the night,
Shadowy figure of towering height,
Eyes of black, perhaps contrite,
He walks in starlight.
The night is fine,
As the oaks intertwine.
From a window of mine,
I...

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There is a house with only one window,
And seventeen locks on the door.
There is a porch with an ivory doorbell,
That doesn't get rung anymore.

There is...

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Tear-stained envelope, left by the deceased,
Sorrowful words inscribed to whomever,
Expressed dolefully by our local priest,
Tender dove, thought she would fly forever,
Artist, pianist, songstress and clever,
Despondency...

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The desert sands blow soft and warm
As wispy clouds begin to swarm.
I watch the skies for signs of rain
To ready for a springtime storm.

My mind...

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Noon.  The sun has spurned the moon.
Heartbreak?  No, it is too soon.
Breathless in sweltering June,
At a place lover's remnants are strewn.

Seasons.  Come...

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The Fashion Zebra

I am a flake. 
That is the term for people that do not follow through. 
It may not be fair. I have spent...

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The New Preacher, 
“Hear My Words”

Are you listening. 
I am saying things very clearly. 
You need to keep trying. 
Are you talking to me?
Am I...

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The Garden at Grandma’s

The house is quiet, the chores are all done. 
We have gathered in the place out back. 
There is pit for a...

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Mirror Mirror

Do not lie. I know that you want to. 
I know that you may need to.  
I am broken, and soon…
You will be...

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Dark Times

Times we celebrate, to be who we are not. 
Bleak times, diseased remembrances. 
Why?
You know.
You know because deep inside…

You have hid under a blanket...

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A Wedding Day

Cleaning the church is a privilege. 
I go every Saturday, humbly to serve. 
It is not a boast, it is small gratitude paid,...

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Today is Enough

The morning came early. 
In fact I was up all night. 
I watched the coming and going…
of the stars.

God’s work ever at hand,...

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