short poems about life and love

she raised her head like you raise a glass to make a toast and when our eyes met in that specific second...

we want what we see and what we reach for are such paltry things, bought off so easily by rust and ashes...

how could pixie know her brushstrokes on paper would haunt my waking hours, the interplay of light and shadow on those turbulent...

no one dreams when they’re young of being poor or becoming a drunk standing in the checkout line fishing through a bag...

Surrender isn’t giving up, It’s simply letting go. And when you need to make that choice Your soul will let you know...

she led me by the hand through deserted city streets and before we reached the foaming edge of wave and sand i...

what if taxi drivers everywhere stopped to give stray dogs a treat. and what if all nobel laureates were household names just...

A jumble of puzzle pieces… I’d like you to imagine hundreds of jigsaw puzzle pieces scattered randomly in front of you. There...