short poems about life and love

for what will i sing in the gathering gloom? a heart’s desire which won’t let go? wisdom to feel what can’t be...

rumi might say that love is just the other side of a stone wall your mind has built where green fields stretch...

i don’t really know the blood which flows in his veins (though we happen to share the same last name). and faced...

on the ghost-white page we connect in a space far outside of time. and through these scribbled lines plucked from the margins...

with hands thrust deep into pockets the hours slip silently past one into next without reckoning on this cold september morning. lost...

maybe von helmholtz got it wrong when he measured the speed of nerve conductivity as eighty feet per second, at once diminishing...

hot summer afternoons have long transformed all buds into bloom. from my shuttered room i peek out on a world of too...

beneath an ink dark moon she waited for me but i was lost in the depths of sleep, dreaming of a beach...