Lately I've been enjoying the Undead Poet Society forum. Here is my page over there: Redquill
My two new poems got over 50 views there in one day, and that's never happened on my blog. Your work gets posted immediately. No waiting for someone to decided if it is worthy. Check it out if you are a poet who needs a place to showcase your poetry.
Showing posts with label poet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poet. Show all posts
Friday, October 04, 2013
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
After the Storm
The day dawned and I was still here
I had survived the emotional war
Next time I may not come back from the abyss
While I was sleeping last night I stopped breathing
I woke up abruptly gasping for air
It's stress I tell myself
Fallout from the last three days
I'm not so worried today
I feel better overall
Even though I have a terrible migraine
Still better than yesterday though
The sun is shining today
The warmth feels good even though I have to keep my eyes shut
Blue eyes are sensitive or so I hear
I had survived the emotional war
Next time I may not come back from the abyss
While I was sleeping last night I stopped breathing
I woke up abruptly gasping for air
It's stress I tell myself
Fallout from the last three days
I'm not so worried today
I feel better overall
Even though I have a terrible migraine
Still better than yesterday though
The sun is shining today
The warmth feels good even though I have to keep my eyes shut
Blue eyes are sensitive or so I hear
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
WALLFLOWER
I am awake long past the time I should be awake
I think about the futility of life
And how fragile it is
How a few days without food or sleep or water can ruin us
How we are caught up in our own illusions
How we are perpetually lonely no matter how we try to cling to others
They have their own drama to live
Their own storyline to play out
We can dance with them for awhile but then the dance moves on
Spinning out of control and I am once again standing alone in a dark corner
I think about the futility of life
And how fragile it is
How a few days without food or sleep or water can ruin us
How we are caught up in our own illusions
How we are perpetually lonely no matter how we try to cling to others
They have their own drama to live
Their own storyline to play out
We can dance with them for awhile but then the dance moves on
Spinning out of control and I am once again standing alone in a dark corner
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Of what use poetry

http://hubpages.com/hub/Of-What-Use-poetry
My new poems are over at that link.
http://hubpages.com/hub/Flotillaa-poem
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