The House

An empty house, beside my own. An empty house, nobody home. Inside the house, a beauty there With grey-blue eyes and scarlet hair. But now alone the house still sits Without the girl, without her wits. Without her smile, or voice or hair of red without the girl, the house sits dead.

Guest post–death into life

Turns out I'm not the only guy that writes poetry on WordPress  xD David Sleeper agreed to post his poetry here as a quid pro quo deal. I share his poem, he shares my blog, I share his blog, we're both happy. Well. He's happy and I'm pleasantly surprised everything isn't terrible. His writing at …

The Failing of Words

What word describes my thought of you? Lust? Too vulgar and too crude-- Though beauty's yours, in fullness too.   No, I must a softer, gentler name possess To describe the bottomless recess Of my heart and mind that's yours--no less.   Perhaps it's love--perhapse it's not. True, too much pain that word would wrought …

Finer than jewels.

White-gold skin, with ruby dots. Across your cheeks encrusted spots Where jeweler finer than humans wrought The face that, so quickly, my heart caught.

Girl next door

The girl next door With the rose-red hair. The girl next door, Too much to bear.   When she laughs she's a siren, If she touches, she's fire. Her glance is like lightning-- I'm struck with desire.

Detestable love

How can love, a good thing, be? When for its sake, a tear racked me Can no more sleep at night than speak or see   Through swollen eyes and chocking sob. How many nights will this love Rob Before I fall, like broken fob,   Apart, my many links undone? Love, have mercy on …

Lost

When did we get here? It couldn't be a solid year Ago when a more blameless we ran through the sunlit forest, free.   At what point did we arrive, No longer soft and young and so alive, In this brambled thicket black With no hope of home or going back?   When did the …