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Welcome to lake indifference Here you will find the vacation home of every man I have ever loved. Starting with cabin 208 Occupied by all the men I accidentally loved in high school. Or at least I thought I loved.
Momma said there’d be days like these The sweat on your brow And the pain in your knees Momma said how the world can often be hard How the ones that you love Can leave you with scars
Am I alone? The only wanderer. Drift wood in a sea of rain drops Flowing with the breeze Against the waves as they flow Is this it? Watching the sun set A mosaic on the horizon
How does one fill a void inside? Who is there in which I can confide? I'd like to say I need to swallow my pride, But there's none left, so now I'll just hide.
in the ponds of mountain no tomorrow mother loon croons her songs of sorrow and though the tufts of storms blow by she will not quit her phantom cry the corpses of canoes will sink and lift
There is a stone sinking to the bottom of a lake. Spinning and twirling around and around to expose two initials. It doesn’t matter if they are mine though I know that they are
I can't watch the sunsetbecause it hurts my chest but I like the way the waves crash against the shoredragging it back down with the tide
they say that nothing gold can stay but what about the other metals seen as precious in the eyes of man you are my silver lining
what I remember about you. Calloused toes perched on the edge of a rough wooden plank, goggles pulled tight against SPF-oiled skin. Untamable golden-brown curls submerged in Ozark waters.
Driving home. Went straight instead of left and ended up at the dock facing that water running under and out from me to the foot of the colossal mountain
If I could draw my feelings, that would be one thing But I cannot I have no feelings But maybe that just means I feel too much, or Think too much Very true indeed
We met under the white gazebo fair, The wind blowing north up the sunlit shore Your eyes, blue ocean and the bright sand, your hair Before me was all I had ever yearned for
Fiery skies over the black gloss lake turn into moonlight
looking back reflecting I find that so much is sad sounds so much happy tinged with regret so morose my words have been so here is joy: unconstraineduncontrollableallconsumingjoy
oh, purest of unities:
Deep, still waters serene, calm form a perfect reflection. Form an image of an old, old man, sitting silently upon a rock, with misty breath and withered arms leaning heavily on a stick,
Serene, still and calm I lie, Stretched beneath the heavenly sky, Lapping the dewy grass around me, Silently I ripple and smile. For long, long days, I watch the birds overhead fly,
The waves crash against the shore With so much beauty and allure As the birds skim the water Feel the summer sun getting hotter To be alone, go close to dusk Look at the moon, feel its cool touch
The night is cold and still.
We sank our toes into the sand beneath the water While I told him how my father was like his father's father.