ALL IN RETRO-INTROSPECT
People have told me that poems don't always have to rhyme, they don't always have to follow the rules of grammar. If there are enough words to form a picture in someone's head, it's enough. I beg to differ. Poems need a kind of magic within them. A flow of words, organized as a whole …
Fire has such an appeal. When you turn off the lamp,And look at the fireplace,The flames wafting,Licking,Twisting,Among the logs. When you close your eyes,And hear the moisture,That hisses,Pops,Cracks,As it boils to the surface. And then you notice the smell,Citrusy Pine,Sweet hickory,Mixing and making love.The warmth engulfing everything,Including you. Fire has such an appeal.Even as it …
It holds my hand steady,All along the rocky way.It follows like a shadow,No care for the sun's ray. It's becomes a tether,If I suddenly go adrift,And turns to a cushion,When I stumble on a rift. Laughs on my mistakes,Yet corrects me all the same.I lose myself into it,It throws me back in the game. It …
[ 370 words | 1:50 minutes ] I set out on a journey, a totally whimsical one. Unplanned, with no destination in mind. I just wrapped a few essentials in my backpack, and set out to explore a road less travelled, bearing the age old motto of "the journey is your destination." And yet, a …
In a time when people tend to give too much attention to short term happiness, and sensational stories, truth can have a hard time shining at its brightest.
A little backstory, and my thoughts on the second impressions. Aren't they just as important as the first!
The story of a photographer, who takes poetic images, going a little too far in the process to symbolize truth of human desire.
Dark figures speak to me,In inky words with no cause.Flowing out in garbled spurts,From their bloody grisly jaws. Jaws? No, they're not simply that Bloody chasms, they are dark,Pouring toxins, strange poisons.The soul-killer curses, they bark! Their pricking words haunt me, In paradoxes of fiddly thoughts,They splatter me with filth,The grime of unclear doubts, Their …
Another night is at my door,It has come to take me away.On a journey, again, without you.But I'm not worried, not scared. Because I know,That these nightly abductions,They'll end in the blink of the eye.Because the journey I think of,The one I wish to take with you,Is going to last much longer.Because I know,That there's …
This poem is in response to the September writing prompt #3, by Free Verse Revolution.
