short poems about life and love

the jagged edges of her story and my past fit together like bits of broken mirror nearly made whole, and held in...

she sang to me (and to more than only me), her voice hitting notes reserved for gods (or in dreams). and those...

i. last night’s torrential rains finally let up two hours ago. through an open window no breeze cools this stuffy room. the...

lines. some forgotten (her parting words shouted before storming out the door). or a favorite movie quote which still cracks me up...

Trails which once flowed with the footfalls of soft-soled moccasins are quiet now, save for the low rumble of logging truck or...

“not yet,” she whispered in my ear. night swallowed us whole in an upstairs bedroom while moonlight played hide and seek with...

two dragonflies flit in geometric patterns above a ditch. flashes of sunlight play and glint off gossamer wings. warm breezes carry the...

she paused by the garden gate framed in sunflowers. morning light kissed her face, flaming her hair. behind a stone wall two...