When we parted
You said we would
Become nothing
Yet from nothing
Came something
old and new
borrowed blue
In layman terms:
A sorrow for at least one
Though maybe for two
When we parted
You said we would
Become nothing
Yet from nothing
Came something
old and new
borrowed blue
In layman terms:
A sorrow for at least one
Though maybe for two
I can clear my mind of
Everything but
YOU
It was an easy task to forget you:
I simply remembered you.
Words sound better when you’re near
I thought I knew
The color and weight
Of gold until I held you
Our love should have
Been a flower in bloom
But it was one letter off
B o o m!

This is a cover to a romance novel that I’ve been working on for a few years now. Hopefully I’ll get it all completed one day soon and into the hands of readers. I often post poetry on this blog but I also write fiction novels. What other projects are you working on poets? Feel free to leave any links below.
An echo of chemistry
A password lock to reach your heart
Only me in the overlap of the Venn diagram
Climbed the mountain of commitment
Unaware of all the casualties at the top
Who knew peer pressure was taller than Everest?
By Benjamin Grossman and Cassa Bassa
In rainy March
I long for a
philosophical whisper over tea
The smell of possibility permeating
Your gaze an infusion of heaven
Barely we know where we are
Yet we know where we’re going
With some echo of curiosity
On a bed of uncertainty
I inhale your essence
Drink in your presence
Only we temper the inner warmth
Steeped in each other
Rain is threading through each whisper
Tea left unrequited and cold
In the company of drizzling rain
(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and Cassa Bassa. Make sure you check out her blog by visiting Flicker Of Thoughts.)
The Poetry of Joseph D. Hamilton
binge thinking and other things in life
My word is goddess It's not an invitation But a prophecy
Inspired by Folk, Blues, Psychedelic Rock, Krautrock, Electronica, Punk, Industrial, and Noise Rock I make music alone and with friends since 1998.
Photography: Every story has a picture and every picture has a story.
through the darkness there is light
poetry of Stephanie McManus
Lifelong learner and blogging enthusiast
We only live once. Hence, let's not stop dreaming