short poems about life and love

heavy drops of rain slap the river’s murky surface. a myriad of ripples pockmark black water as a long line of boats...

your home is not my home. and it never was even when we shared a bed or stood face to face on...

her sun-kissed skin was smoky gray bathed in pale moonlight. on horizon’s edge thunderclouds spoke softly to each other as sky-lightning flashed...

i could have stayed there for days amid dune grass bent by a breeze blowing in from the sea. she camped with...

waiting for a cab, drenched. arm raised, they parade past me up three lanes of traffic through pouring rain. the soft, orange...

a thick blanket of purple-gray clouds crowd the horizon with flashes of burnt umber peeking through the gaps. a gibbous moon hangs...

black hiking boots caked in dried mud wait by the back door. outside, a november gale rattles the shutters with waves of...

i cross a foot bridge. worn wooden slats creak beneath my feet. the pond’s mirrored surface dotted with water lilies in full...