sometimes I dream about you
and when I do
your black eyes always
haunt me through the day
your shark eyes
your dead eyes
I could never look at you
and feel like you cared
62/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year
Tag: daily poetry
scrawling
I find it easier
to scrawl on a blank page
than to type on one,
but what does it matter
when you have a day
with nothing much to say
and even I am searching
for the meaning in the words?
(Because there has to be
meaning in the words.)
61/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year
Bad Poetry
there are some things I
shouldn’t have committed to,
and yes, this is one
60/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year
60 days in and I’m pretty disappointed in myself so far for mostly “copping out” in my own opinion with so many haikus and tankas, so, I’m going to try to do better.
taken
I just love the way
your hand touches my back when
we’re walking through rooms,
like I belong to you, and
I’m so happy to be yours.
59/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year
tonight
there’s no one to put
a happy face on for now,
so I won’t bother
58/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year
