Short Confides Poems

sadness swells
beneath the skin
oozes out of eyes
waterfalls
cascades
confides in all;
they call for
assistance 
(not able)
shadowed instances
nostalgic defeat
tearing bites from rays of light
lament; repeat...

Read More

Wood owl confides in crescent moon.
Crow stays out of sight, hidden in the black forest.
Germany is on her best behavior tonight.
Loving October more than other months.
A cool breeze ruffling her hair and her leaves....

Read More

Loyalty is the crux of a good relationship.
Outstanding foundation built on trust.
You defend your friend if you hear rumors
Allow the other person freedom to be himself.
Love enters into this reciprocal equation.
Trustworthiness is a must in situation.
You would keep their confides confidential....

Read More

Sentinel never sleeps;
resting upon water thrashed rocks,
this shining beacon of the sea.
Her watch, sees all,
Her stories sung in shanties,
by old salts;
She holds within the secrets, 
which ocean confides.
She is a lighthouse and 
she never betrays a trust.


12-17-18
“Lighthouse Poetry Contest”
Sponsor: Eve Roper...

Read More

Exuberant with an abundance of new youth,
A heart so fresh, so full of light,
Grows dark and begins to write,
It sees through the lies it knows the truth.

Its soul loves God; with him it confides, breaks bread,
The soul keeps its heart and continues to pray,
Until the day the heart converted the soul to grey,
Pain unfolded, for the human they held, was now dead....

Read More

Memories flash through my mind
Voices scream from within
Yet, there is no sound
I'm eternally hell-bound.

Within the confides of silence I sob
Broken films of memories 
step me into the darkness.
Leaving behind this bleeding heart

These voices are drowning
The darkness is devouring
The silence breaths

Eyes flutter in a dance 
Spinning into an infinite  trance...

Read More

Fearless and ignorant 
Consumed by curiosity
Like a child, I am unadorned 
with the burdens of hate

Regardless of years surrendered
Or intellectual opulence 
I find no comfort 
In self-indulgence

Days are filled with intrigue 
Adventures born of imagination
Youth is the leash
Tethering the soul

Conscience confides
with reason
Neither holds the key
To peace of mind

Hope is never-ending 
A virtue paid in full
With calloused hands
And a strong will...

Read More

The fire is under us both.
"The POT is black", the kettle confides.
"The kettle is hot", answers pot.
"I have carotts inside here", says POT.
"Potatoes aer my specialty", says kettle.
"You must be very hot my carott POT".
"OH My kettle, so aer you to make potatoe soup".
The fire is under us both.
"Why do ye call me black"?
"Attack" says kettle.
"You call me hot, OH now I`m boiling over".
Says POT, "I am simmering hot".
The fire is under us both.
The kettle and the POT....

Read More