Along this river,The boundary of my land,And it seems, my life,This, no longer my country,A nation of strife and war.
Tag: Closed Form
Poetry that follows pre-established formats and and patterns for lines, syllables, and rhymes.
Summer scorches roads
Summer scorches roads,So even seasoned merchants,Take the scenic routes.
Reaching for sunlight
Reaching for sunlight,Aching for morning’s embrace,So the flower blooms.
Love is immortal
Love is immortal,Child of heavenly romance,Avenger of betrayal. Love, once born, lingers,An undead and haunting thing,That shadows all of my thoughts.
The lunatic stars
The lunatic stars,Stir in me, an ancient lust,Cruel as cold iron.Only with the morning light,Does shame temper me again.
I remember love
I remember love,And the anguish that I felt,As it died, broken.So I swore, Never Again,And yet, of course, here I am.
I was there that day
I was there that day,When she cried to the heavens,Abandoned, alone,And I did nothing but watch,Silent, condemned, a traitor.
Foggy summer days
Foggy summer days,Steal from me heat, hate, and dreams,So, I too, am mist.
There is a garden
There is a garden,On a distant island, where,Glory died for peace.
Rocky, shapeless beach
Rocky, shapeless beach,Unbothered by tourists' gait,Left alone, in peace.
Discarded Recollections 