Poems About: SONNET

When In school,
I used to think all poets
Were boring. read more »

I spend my time,
When you are gone,
Just listening,
To a favourite song, read more »

I thought those days would never end
The days when I gave you my self to tend

My compass, my lighthouse, my beacons fire read more »

Beside the raging river rhyme
poetry florets flower with prose.
Scripted sweet petals grow and entwine
English gardens of fragrant rose. read more »

Poetry, Poetry, Poetry
what is the real meaning of you? read more »

When poems write themselves
To save good eating for last
They refrigerate desserts but
Set them out a while to ponder read more »

Wheresoe'er I turn my view,
All is strange, yet nothing new;
Endless labour all along, read more »

How I long to see your face
Intoxicating loveliness
That brings such exhilaration
To this enraptured heart. read more »

Old books piled
every dusty room
notebooks scattered
on every stack. read more »

Spring slipped away unquantified, read more »

Sad bar
each night a collection of poems more & more tipsy

sensual female tongues at the board meeting here read more »

Words In Process

Painter of words
Orator of art read more »