short poems about life and love

Lavender-scented oil on the bedside table in a bottle reminiscent of communion wine. And each night by candlelight she would massage the...

a week of rain has stained rooftops with cherry blossom petals, their pale pink papery remains stuck in place. in this part...

under a midnight moon she takes her leave, festooned with cherry blossoms. if only this frail body was able to faithfully follow...

the clock’s second hand soundlessly sweeps through empty space. the sun set hours ago. yellow light from a lone streetlamp knifes through...

the screams of happy children no longer fill the air. all is still as multi- colored beach towels hang on the line...

I walk through the park nearly every morning on my way to work. The birds are already milling about, waiting somewhat patiently...

the world doesn’t need poets or painters or politicians. and it doesn’t want your sorrow or anger, too — no matter how...

one blossom petal tossed on a breeze catches her parasol… for only a moment...