by phillipw | Jun 18, 2021 | RO, SA, SH, TI
The Weight of Time is Felt Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Some times are felt as weight. The Sabbath of The Jews or Christians settles on the soul Sabbath Day Lake Like Florida’s humidity...
by phillipw | Jun 17, 2021 | SE
Don’t Be Stupid Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem You know your secret self and I know mine. The wise keep hidden meanings in their minds And hearts. Maintain your secrets in that...
by phillipw | Jun 17, 2021 | SE
Septuagenarian Silliness Our lives are rounded by our follies at The start and end. In infancy and youth We grow from babyhood, to child, to brat, The two year olds and adolescents, truth Be told, the worst, then girls with swelling breasts And boys with...
by phillipw | Jun 17, 2021 | AM, BI, BL, WI
Black and White Lambs Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Black And White Lambs by Pat Scrap on Pixabay If I were just a little lamb in spring, I think that I would want to be both...
by phillipw | Jun 16, 2021 | SY
Meditation In twilight times the balance in between The beauties of the sweet is tinged with dim Blue homage muting thoughts of sadder sheen. The weight of twilight fills the heart’s wide brim With happiness expressed with darker dreams. A color mild...
by phillipw | Jun 16, 2021 | PH
Twilight, Midnight, Morning Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The sunset settles on the copper breast, Its black point speckles, and the cascade fall Of dark enamel down the sunlit chest. The first to...
by phillipw | Jun 15, 2021 | LO, RO, SE
Gone Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A smouldering in the core of ribcage bones Is what his heart is causing. Blood does not Allow an outbreak, flames of red. The zones Of marrow in...
by phillipw | Jun 14, 2021 | LO, RO, SE, UN
Relief The roses come. He does not think of you. Their pinks are far too delicate, their reds Too overwhelming, and their whites too true. He does not think of you and cuts their heads. The peonies arrived. Their petals are Too perfect, fine, and...
