Rose & Thorn Poetry

7 Haiku Poems Upon the wall, see Lonely shadows cast of leaves By bright full moonlight Haunting notes expressed Loss and passion avidly Upon a piano Solid oak so tall From leafy branches it falls An acorn so small Wet grey air outside Cold mist floats, but here inside I drink warm coffee A whisper was heard A promise made, love proclaimed Someone now engaged Delicate pink bloom To willowy branches held Soft as Dawn’s first light Dark green trees, blue sky Sun that warms the ground again It must be summer

Anyone who has ever been exhausted by socializing can relate to the need to get away. When you care about making people happy, it can be exhausting trying not to step on anyone’s toes and distressing having to make apologies when you actually do. It's not that I really prefer furniture to people, but sometimes I just need calm, and calm is hard to find when most people are present. I Prefer the Company of Tables and Chairs I prefer the company of tables and chairs, Their silent acceptance and lack of stares. They don’t cry or feel offense, Should I accidentally trip or spill Or forget to clean the dirty overfill. Or if I seem a bit dishabille, None will think adversely hence, Thus there is no need for recompense, No sudden urge to play defense. For books and mugs and little rings, Tables, chairs, and things with springs, They don’t seem to mind. Yes, I prefer the company of tables and chairs, With no questions babbled, nor loudness rambled, Nor exhaustive co...

Trying something different. This poem is just as much about appearance as the words.  Monochrome Some days I feel like I’m living in monochrome and everyone else is living in color and I just can’t experience the beautiful colors.  They look so happy smiling in that special way  Doing sweet things and living a lovely day  But I can’t say I’ve felt the same Hazy grey, lackluster mist Ashen taupe Lacerated hope, grasping at wind  They say the world is vibrant  Endowed with glossy hues  An endless adventure  A treasure-trove discovered  Look at them, excitement profuse  Life of colors everyday imbued  Joy on their faces suffuse  Bright beads adorn their necks  They live in dazzling array  Not one trace of grey Daunting hours spread on end Ragged, haggard This unbecoming state Undressed yet clothed in bleakness --curse this weakness-- It is myself I begin to hate  ...