We take poetry seriously, but we also like to have fun and hope you will too!
Support PostPoems
 Slow streets wandered on slothful afternoons, Carried nowhere by willy-nilly meanderings, Balmy afternoons thus spent in the summertime Alon... [read more] |
|
With pursed lips my mother gazes From stark shadows at the doorway, Stares at me glossy eyed from the other side The grave unable to retain... [read more] |
|
There are certain days in my “golden years” When I feel essentially like Ernest Hemingway Whose suicide with two barrels to the mouth Feeds... [read more] |
|
In an old saloon in an alleyway behind a drugstore, Sacred rituals transpire daily around a horseshoe bar The sacraments carefully dispensed... [read more] |
|
While the appearance of fortune is upon you, Karma forgets not though its path is diverted, Relentlessly looks back awaiting the moment, Sha... [read more] |
|
The memory of your smile lingers The soft touch of your fingers Lost in the loitering of your memory Lost in forbidden, forgotten reverie Se... [read more] |
|
Sometimes, when, on a sultry night abed, Today and tomorrow gently wed, My life marooned, an immobile morass, Like a bug encased in amber gl... [read more] |