short poems about life and love

i don’t remember the very first time our eyes met for it seems i’ve perpetually understood how softly they spoke, inviting me...

from within the prison of desire i reach out blindly for your voice whispered in the darkest corner. but you’re not there...

The lifting veil of night makes me giddy, like I’ve been high. “All the way to Reno (you’re gonna be a star)”...

Separation is an illusion, they say. But sitting in my darkened home as a lone candle fitfully flames on the bedside table...

From my stool I can see the brick lanes and canal below. Wide-eyed tourists shuffle past while I down my third Amstel...

a slow roll of waves kiss the beach. beneath pine and sycamore an evening breeze feels cool. bathed by the full moon’s...

from my window cars and trucks sail past in both directions, their tires humming on pavement while my thoughts drift to conversations...

love is a feather gently falling to earth. it’s not what you receive as pure gift, but rather what you’re willing to...