Lost Voice Poems

Beneath the starry vault of memory, your voice lays down
Like a blanket of marble weathered by long-forgotten deities.
I've allowed my hopes to be gently polished
By...

Read More

You love to chase the old cow,
and make the kitten go meow,
I have put you in your place,
now no one left to chase.
I got you~let...

Read More

Inside, I was compelled to decline
How could I be yours when I was mine?
Though now acknowledge true transcendence 
Identifying independence.

Quenched quality of being free
Prime power...

Read More

To the social worker, fierce and bold, a shield against the night,
Who fights for children, lost and cold, yet may not see the foster system's...

Read More

How shall we begin? 
I'll do my best to fit in, 
transcending silhouette, minimalistic.
Expressive curves, pause for a second,
what is it that you've seen? 

Move...

Read More

Echo in the void

Silence reigns in a vast expanse
All in vain a lone voice of chance
Echoes rippling like water in space
No one there to hear...

Read More

The playing field level
your words versus mine
A race to forever
embedded in rhyme

The score has been tied
neither side giving ground
Both phrases and couplets
inscribed to astound

It’s late...

Read More

I could listen to your voice for hours.
Hours could pass by and I'd be ensconced.
Ensconced, enamored and hopelessly lost.
Lost on dulcet waves of sounds of...

Read More

Heed call insurgent
One life lost is one to much
Hear, peace is urgent....

Read More

I heard the sound of the sea 
echoing like a distant hymn.
It encompassed my soul
like a heavenly embrace.
It set me free like a lucid breeze.
It...

Read More

I want to get lost with you
in a valley of singing sunflowers,
where I wish they bloom
as your luminous laughter in immortal hues.
My butterfly heart wants...

Read More

Quote By Poet "The pen is the tongue for many writers."

Welcome to the new twenty-four,
I am laughing on the floor.
Pen you need to change,
tongue you...

Read More

Or somewhere 
where we go 
when the birds we hope are guiding us 

Follow a path 
that’s been created 
with pure intentions 
 
When the...

Read More

I wanted to speak, but I had no voice.
I wanted things to change, but had no choice.

I wanted to answer questions, that never came.
And wasted...

Read More

What is the point of grandma’s lullaby
if the child nestled in her arms
cannot be soothed?

Or the wail of the bagpipes,
lost as easily as the soldier’s...

Read More