Poems

I calledYou didn’t answerDad’s deadHe didn’t sufferYou’d knowBetter than usThe funeralYou weren’t thereThe memoriesSpoiled my soulSome catchYou sold outFetch soilBouts to comeTender melodiesLove casts stonesI’m guiltyI was hereBut goneThe times changedDad didn’tHe sipped vodkaI diedHe wanted betterPure loveWhen Mom diedYears agoHe died insideI satBut didn’t listenHis eyesWell … [Read more...] about Guilt and Forgiveness: Healing After Loss, By: Andrew Cyr

The statue of Apollo stood in the museum´s hall,in the midst of the sculptures of the brightest antiquity-time.The man visited it with the clearest Arthurian grail,so that Phoebus awoke, with sheen of the first moon and star. That Apollo was a friend of the museums warden,who knew in moony dreams the petrified tears for ever.Apollo in the dazzling stone meant a whiff of the … [Read more...] about The Statue Of Apollo Through The Marvelous Night, By: Pawel Markiewicz

I will follow you to the darkest place,with my collected armies of heroes,to even that place where evil fears to go.We will take them all down, without mercy, forever.The heavens and earth will shake with our war cry,battle fury and rage, until our last.We will wait until you are ready to take our hand,so we can show you home.If I fall, my friends are the way. … [Read more...] about Men Like These, By: Mark Kelly

The snows fell hard, in Middlebury.The tavern glowed: alight, alive, merry.Outside, a wind chilled frost,Inside was nourishment, at any cost. You sat and cupped your coffee;a splash of whiskey, made your pantlegs soggy.The air was thick with care and volley,you looked above the door,pinned there was holly. He looked, and caught your gaze his … [Read more...] about Rare In That Way, By: Matthew Morris Hawkins

You were good for something before I fell I cannot recall, I cannot complain.Wherefore art thou? Someplace special!Blood vessels a knot tying me around your crown I cannot explainYour chestnut epidermis I lick to taste your scent there is a presence within not letting go I would do anything.My arrhythmia beaten and beating into a sinus rhythmYour universal eyes hold the … [Read more...] about My Unicorn, By: Phillip Jordan