Solace
Humming harmony
clinging close to God
There she summons solace
Yet her soul is
here with me. Continue reading Solace
Author: Carrick Cross
I.Write.Poetry.
Butterfly anxiety
You give me butterflies
But butterflies aren’t free
Each little flutter
Turns me to butter
With every word you utter
You spread it on thick
And I always stick Continue reading Butterfly anxiety
Bridge
You said we’ll cross that bridge when we come to the ledge We’ll step off the edge when love loses ears to hear when ‘I forgive’ looks like fear when shove comes to push my dear when you say you … Continue reading Bridge
Preposition me
counting clouds like candy
planting hints like daisies
hoping you pick one
before winds wipe
wishes away Continue reading Preposition me
Thousands
If an open mind is the
door to happiness
Why do we blindly
bounce words off
heads until hearts
lie lifeless
on the floor
of eternity Continue reading Thousands
Silhouette
Made yourself
at home in my heart
Hollowed out holes
in the shape of us
Silhouettes
sneaking peaks thru
poetry in poems Continue reading Silhouette
Souvenirs
She collects hearts
Like souvenirs
Pens love rhymes
Like buttoneers Continue reading Souvenirs
Inside
Inside every old man
Sits a boy who
never grows up
His mind plays games
Some on its own
Some as he claims
his body’s on loan Continue reading Inside
Unspoken
Dear Jane I Didn’t want to upset her but I feel much better After such a sweet Non-love letter I’m free Unfettered Links broken Unspoken for Continue reading Unspoken
Then
Don’t know how
Don’t know why
But from the first moment
When you were moving in
And I was moving you
As you gazed into my eyes
I knew you were for me Continue reading Then
Breeze
Every night I fell
Asleep with you
Wrapped in my arms as
Marvin sang and summer
Breezes blew Continue reading Breeze
Sullen
Not so much missing her as yearning youth Missing years Dismissing truth Sullen season not Christmas cheer Mulling Musing Me Continue reading Sullen
Much
If she’s not much to speak of
Why do I talk about her all day long
If she’s not much to look at
Why do I gaze at her face Continue reading Much
Random
If what we expect
is ordinarily strange
then extraordinary
must be only plain
If what we get
is always random
then what is odd
is more of the same Continue reading Random
Reruns
One kiss can
Last a lifetime
Living in reruns
On every channel
In my one track mind
All play the same scene
You and me, that kiss Continue reading Reruns
Poetry by Carrick Cross 