An angry woman stands on the beach, and suddenly she sees something of her romantic partner in the behavior of the waves.

Happy to be eating dinner with the whole family in attendance.

Being overwhelmed by finding a person in one's life that praises one's appearance after years of feeling that one doesn't look all that great.

A sestina about the tenderness between two people in the secrecy of their bedroom that they cannot express in public.

A silly, whimsical description of love and his lover, coupled with a recounting of what they did together last night.

A poem based on a news picture of a church that burned down and a firefighter standing in a cloud of smoke created by his extinguisher.

How ideas can form in long strings that make no sense and are simply haunting fragments of stories one has accidentally combined.

A poem that came of sharing a bathroom upstairs with an untidy character who will remain anonymous.

A poem remarking on practicing poetry, while practicing various poetry techniques such as alliteration, assonance, simile, and enjambment.

I would like to call it Why War Is Bad, but that would be inane. Fantasy war, fantasy dude, fantasy romance. In poetry form, of course.

Basically, it's written like a hymn. It's about a forest at night, and about this nature goddess, really. I don't know much more than that.

Basically, it's a fun poem about a woman with a lot of charisma, that likes to dance and likes to laugh, and she wears bright colors. I just thought of it one day.

This is a glimpse inside the head of my fantasy character, Kefter. He is a fruitcake, and is very powerful, but generally means no harm. Except that he does. Without meaning to. Warning: This is unrhymed poetry.

I was frusterated at how one of my characters did some very bad things and then felt very sorry afterwards, and yet still, no one is making him stop paying. Forgivness seems to be a selective decision that has nothing to do with the person that needs to b

Two men have fought each other and ruined each other's lives. One lives in hate of the other, one lives in pain for the terrible things that they had done in the past and now must take responsibility for. In the process, he has discovered his morals.

Love is a thing which cannot be broken, a thing that endures, even if it is not returned. Even one sided love is still love.

No one really wants to live forever, not when they will lose everything that they love that way, not when everyone around them forgets, but they cannot.

"Play something dark"..."That leaves me speechless/And freezes my heart". Excerpts. I had no idea where I was going with it, but it's definitely saying something. It is not always by choice that you love someone, and sometimes you cannot choose to forget.

A man is captured by the dark robed ones, and they kill him. He was not a very nice man, but let's just say that he learned his lesson and regrets a great many things.

I was thinking about how some people call others insane just because they're different, and ended up writing this.

Impossible perceptions leave the mind hanging in limbo, neither sane nor insane, a danger to the world. And possibly themselves. Thoughts come and go like uncertain fluttering wings. This character cannot properly comprehend what they have done, or their

A 'villain' that doesn't wish to reveal himself begins with a dry poem, begins to get heated, and then breaks off into bitter, broken prose in an effort to salvage what he had started.

Basically, there's this guy who's been off fighting some fantasy-ish war, and he probably should have been killed. But he wasn't, and so he goes home to his wife. Only she has been unusually distant, and he wishes that he wasn't gone for so long.

A cute sounding poem describing bizarre things I could do if I were a secret agent traveling all over the world undercover. No one can tell it's me! ^^

This is a cryptic prophecy, or a twisted tale, figure of speech abounds. Most of all, why is it so hard to understand? Is this catastrophic event the end of the world we know?

Everyone's heard of the short three lines about Fuzzy Wuzzy, but I've often wondered what it actually meant. This is the real story! ^_^ Me brain kuputs...

PG for weirdness, and I'd put it in a weirdness section is there was one. this is something I made up in five minutes that involves an evil swine and deja vu.

This is a bunch of pointless limericks that I wrote when I was crazy. At least I think they're funny. They don't make any sense. Hee hee. Read em if ya want to. ^_^

I was bored when I wrote this. Hey, wait a sec! I'm always bored when I write poetry! Anyway, this is complaining about the constitution. If interested, go ahead and read it. I won't stop you. ^_^

This is a poem about a fly that I think is funny in a dumb kind of way. Just think of it as my post dramatic stupidity and boredom. Hee hee.

This is a poem that I thought of when I was completely bored. If it interests you, go ahead and read it. *shrug*