Fresh Squeez'd

Not to be confused with the bar

Introduction

I love to write both poetry and fiction, but currently I only have a handful of poems to share with you. Typically, my poetry doesn't have any particular rhyme or meter, they're all just free verse. I've picked some of my favorites to display here, some of which are recent and others from years ago, I hope you like them!

Spring

 

Sidewalk streams shimmer

alongside alleyways.

Pools of sky,

illuminated by sunlight

crystal clear,

lay strewn across the streets.

Mirrors for miles

reflecting the woes of the urban,

and the beauties of nature.

Silver lined clouds hang wearily

above our heads,

waiting for the chance

to unload their burden.

 

The vast canvas plays host

to dogs and dragons alike,

to rabbits and rowboats.

They drift together

into the horizon.

Ready to circle the globe,

shape-shifters all.

New brush blooms from the dank and damp,

bringing new meaning to the term

“born again”.

The man-made world looms

overshadowing,

all encompassing,

but hope springs eternal.

 

Mother Nature is a prissy school girl,

fickle as the day is long,

cool breezes blow,

refreshing and startling, both.

Sun shines down,

benevolent and cruel.

Dark gray covers,

Warmth vanishes,

but hope SPRINGs eternal.

Class

 

Tick

         Tok

Tick 

         Tok

the hours pass by

     S  L  O  W  L  Y

 

one

 by

one

 by

one

        we go

UP

   a machine

   trained to memorize

   drenched in b

                         o

                               r

                                    e

                                         d

                                              o

                                                  m

like the clock that sits

on the plain white wall

 

we are the hands on that clock

    working constantly to make time

                             FLY

    waiting for our chance to fly with it

to be birds soaring

 

               away

                                   into the BIG,

                                                            beautiful,

                                                                               Blue,

 

into painted clouds with silver linings

 

 but we are the trapped hands of a clock

               that sits on a plain,

                                                    white,

                                                                   wall

waiting for the day to end…

                         Tick,

                                    Tok,

                                              Tick,

                                                         Tok.                           

                 

 

What Dreams May Come

What dreams may come
Through shattered eyes
That have all but lost their will to see?

What horrors may be committed whilst
We all lie unwillingly open in our slumber deep?
Oh, but this world is what we wish to see.

It is only that, and nothing more.
For while we all go about our monotony
There are things that we never wish to know
Happening right next door.

Murder! Theft! Starvation in the streets!
When will we learn to help those in need?
We sit comfortably believing that all is well

…when in all reality, we’re in hell.

What dreams may come
Through shattered hearts,
That have all but lost their will to live?

Lazy Sunday

A warm breeze flows over me
Caressing my skin in the midday sun.
The grass becomes a blanket, soft and cozy
Squinting as I try to pick shapes out of the clouds,
I close my eyes, and drift away.

Dazed
Like being in a trance,
Full of comforting thoughts of love,
Of hope,
Of nothing.

All noise around me blurs,
The world is silent.
Memories of him come to me,
I smile as always,
And wish he were here.

The sweet smell of summer in the air
Makes it all the more difficult to remain
Alone.
A warm breeze flows over me,
I close my eyes and drift away.

Good Riddance

The taste of separation

is bittersweet in my mouth.

You're gone,

possibly for good,

and all I can say is

 "Good riddance."

 

For so long you've been the one

I thought I could turn to,

I thought I could trust,

but each time I needed you

 all I heard was

 "I'm sorry."

 

You tell me you love me,

but actions speak louder than words,

and right now you’re doing absolutely

nothing.

Terms & Conditions

These pieces are available for display only, you may not copy, reproduce, or redistribute any piece, in whole or in part, without explicit written permission from myself. You may not claim any of the above works as your own and/or use them to achieve commercial gains or otherwise. If you have any further questions regarding these conditions please contact me. (see the Contact page)