A poem in the making to get this feeling out of my system
Category: poems
My book became a bestseller, and the anticlimax of it all
Becoming a bestselling author did not give me the triumph I expected.
What Will My Gravestone Say?
News of three deaths in one month amid COVID-19 became too much to bear.
Until I heard your song again
A short poem on longing
The Cross is the reason to rejoice
Find out why Christ died
Tomorrow you won’t be mine
I know where it will hurt the most I know when, and how Yet I am holding on to a hope, A little more hope for now Even if this love feels so clear in sight I know tomorrow you won’t be mine It burns and hurts in sweet pains I long, I sob…
I would rather
I would rather be a clown clad in a tattered gown Than be a neat clone of every pretty one I would rather cry and cry and let the whole being sigh Than pretend to forget that we never really met I would rather so much miss that never happening kiss Than bare my body…
Before you say sorry
Demand not forgiveness Nor burden them with pleas Say it gently but mean every syllable Even before you say sorry Get into their shoes But expect not to understand Give them some time to heal Way after you say sorry Leave them alone if you can For they may have memories bitter Desire…
The boy in white shorts
He may be a Catcher in the rye That you come across bye and bye To tangle you in his thoughts You know that boy in white shorts At dusk, he floats in the free skies While lying down on his back, with his eyes That inquire in wondrous whats You know that boy in…
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