I am 56 years old, new to poetry, I've had a tough twelve months and poetry has become my outlet. I recently wrote a children's book (in verse) and had it published, so I am a new author. I am experimenting and learning about poetry, I like reading lots of diverse poems and exist on several platforms. I have my own FB poetry page.
When you first began life’s marathon, were you courageous from the start? When you stood there at the starting line, were you committed head and heart? Must you believe you’ll achieve your goals, from the moment you begin? Must you
I was there alone trying to convince myself a lie Somebody came from no-where and made my heart fly. Even without her, I was thinking that I was happy But I was forgetting that key to all my happiness was
The falling poem was in bruising gamble of winter of troubled life, bound to a staircase: up and down up and down, on the rosette of grieving thighs. From sunset to sunset a moon rises in all its glory as
An isle so lonely, that no one seeks. Full of allure and comeliness, that no one sees. I search, I seek, my Shangri-La, in solitude purdah of wilderness, seeking for my ecstasy. It’s the detritus they see, winsomeness, is what