A poem about the savage monsters in our minds.
A poem about the solid Golem.
A poem about the mighty Giant.
A poem about the English tradition of bonfire night which celebrates the prevention of a plot to kill the king.
A poem about the strange Aigamuxa.
A poem about the wild Centaur.
A poem about cancers and other severe illnesses.
A poem about the fact that some things can be too much for one person and going alone can cause more harm than good.
A poem about my experience when I went to a local pub.
A poetic little bit of writing that I found in the game Raid: World War 2 and some thoughts on it.
A short, fun limerick style poem.
Decaying time, Fading dreams, Howling whispers, Silent screams, Warping space, Sweeping themes, A broken universe, On a corroded face.
Taken by pirates when he was young, All over earth his name is sung, St Patrick, St Patrick, 17th of March, Left in a land of potato starch. The good old Saint Patrick. The fields of green, He kept them clean. He liked his booze, always drank mead, But one day, he found himself freed. […]
Brush strokes, The painters path, A calming pursuit, Eases wrath, Even the unskilled, As young as children, Find new excitement, Time is filled, The path I walk it, Tiptoeing along, Practicing new things, For an hour I’ll sit. I recently decided to take up painting as a new hobby. It’s good because it can be […]