The ship's sail was taut in the wind But was rippling with such ferocity It appeared as though it would rip cleanly From the mast at any moment. She was empty, yet sailing she went-- On and on, Toward…

I gave you a flower. You tore off the petals and buried the briar stem in the mud; closed your hands to mine, your beautiful hands where once you held my face to kiss me in one perfect moment. And never shameful, never r…

I'm no good at writing poems. I've got nothing to say. I mean, who am I to put a voice to my thoughts, my opinions? I'm awful at poetry. I can't describe a flower in bloom or an act of love or anything beautiful like…

I went to Barnes & Noble yesterday and looked through some poetry books. One of them was meant to encourage you. Here are the two in it that I found to be relevant. And they sound pretty. The first one i…