Staring at my phone, Waiting for a beep or blink, Hoping it's from you...
Category: Poetry
Immortal inferno
"One day, whether you are 14, 28 or 65, you will stumble upon someone who will start a fire in you that cannot die. However, the saddest, most awful truth you will ever come to find--is they are not always with whom we spend our lives." - Beau Taplin There was nothing extraordinary about the way we …
Weak
The tip of a nose skimming down my throat, While peeling off my winter coat; Lips on mine, leaving me gasping for air, As fingers form a fist in my hair; Insistent hips pinning me to a wall, Hands cradling my legs so I don't take a fall; The scrape of a cheek inside of my …
Haiku – ‘Folded Hands’
Sitting in my car. Staring at your folded hands. Trembling in my skin.
Sonnet 27 Reboot
This challenge terrified me. I have written poems before, but I am by no means a poet, and to come up with one in less than a day...let's just say I was not confident in my ability. So I took some inspiration from Shakespeare, and rebooted my favourite sonnet. This is what I've come up …
Admiration
Your hand says it, resting between my scapulae, So too do your eyes when they fall on me, when they linger on my contours and lines, I don’t feel like they’re telling lies. Your lips say it, as their corners turn to the sky, When I crack a joke, smile, or simply walk by. I …
Innerstanding
It took a while for me to be Content with what the mirror showed me, To see the worth of what lies within, To sit contentedly in my skin. My civil war, a battle hard fought, Left me dejected and distraught, But steadily my confidence re-emerged, My past and present selves finally converged. Then you …
