I was never a poet,
just a lover search-
ing for the very best
words to concretize
the unique form
which is you.
Category Archives: poetry
Entitlement
By Benjamin Grossman and Cassa Bassa
Fold me into your poems
to be read aloud in the quietest corner of your heart.
Place me between the tightest lines
where your uncompromising lips can be softened.
There is no winner in this tug of war,
only me striving to stay in your vocabulary.
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Ambush
You surprised my heart with an attack
Declaring war on my insides
With weapons never
Intended for conflict
You shot shit not from a bull
But a beast in human form
Even a guerrilla wouldn’t
Commit to those tactics
You agreed upon nonviolence
With plastic promises and cosmetic lies
Yet the paint on your face
Confirmed you were still in battle
You engaged without bloodshed
For you preferred the shedding of tears
A smile dropped here and a smile dropped there
You blew me up with peaceful kisses
The bombs of seductive love
I’m glad our one-sided struggle ended when it did
I would’ve never survived a nuclear relationship
My Love, a poem by Benjamin Grossman at Spillwords.com
My latest poetry publication at Spillwords Press:
My Love
You are not flesh and bone,
Not clay and dust,
Nor light and darkness.
[read the entire poem by clicking on the link below.]
Spillwords.com presents: My Love, a poem by Benjamin Grossman, who received his MFA in Creative Writing from Rosemont College.
Source: My Love, a poem by Benjamin Grossman at Spillwords.com
To Whom It May Concern
The sky
Closer than close
This soil
So soft
Shoeless feet
Far from cold
Mosquitoes
Sucking sin
From within
You disintegrate
Scars
Underneath your skin
Sun
Rising in dreams
Brunette clouds
Curtaining moonlight
You’re envious
Of those fixed stars
The soil
So soft
You may lay down
And never wake up
My Love
You are not flesh and bone,
Not clay and dust,
Nor light and darkness.
Neither are you some color
Fixed between good and bad
Or a mere figment of a poet’s imagination.
Rather, you are an admixture
Of fierce fire and flexible water.
Whenever I am near you,
All I feel is constant steam, ripened heat—
A desire to burn, no matter the consequences.
How I Would Use ChatGPT
I would train it with daily prayers
Prompt it to write a thousand sonnets
And another thousand ballads or odes
Poems about the beauty of your face
And the metaphysical shape of your soul
For the future would not be the future
If AI could not worship you as so
An Old-Fashioned Love Poem
Oh, my sweetest love,
How I envy the ground you walk upon
And long for a day when
I can feel all your weight against me!
New Beginnings, poetry by Benjamin Grossman at Spillwords.com
My latest poetry publication at Spillwords Press:
New Beginnings
You are the conception of peace,
The beauty within the eventide.
[read the entire poem by clicking on the link below.]
Source: New Beginnings, poetry by Benjamin Grossman at Spillwords.com
Spillwords.com presents: New Beginnings, poetry by Benjamin Grossman, who received his MFA in Creative Writing from Rosemont College.
Flexible Structures
By Benjamin Grossman and Kritika Tanvi
Delicately close the distance between our pens
Stretch your words to fit within each sentence
Would you rhyme to make their rhythm intense?
Or would you let free moves to mesmerize with their dance?
Press your ink to the page without hesitation
Feel the scintillating words with sensation
Craft a letter that has never been written
Look at the two swords profoundly smitten
A phrase that has never been expressed
A love that awaits to be transgressed
Between the comma and the period
The opening and the final full stop
Show me the outline of your heart
Having sagaciously built the base
Patiently engrossed and embraced
The calmness of strength speaks for the aura of this beautiful art
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