Lead
Disciples or deservers
Givers or grabbers
Obeyers or observers
Discerners or distractors
Followers or fakers
Lovers or likers
Believers or beguilers
Soldiers or sympathizers Continue reading Lead
Author: Carrick Cross
I.Write.Poetry.
Ever
Wherever thou dost create art
There wilt thou also be
Whatever lies in thy heart
Wilt falsely accuse even thee
Whoever plays thy part Continue reading Ever
Card
The Christmas Story
oft retold unfolds
Best gift card given
yet undersold
Taken for granted
ignored even recanted Continue reading Card
Sleep
Her name on my lips
Touch shake wake me
Out of slumber counting my sheep
She’s got my sleep number
She’s my Little Bo Peep Continue reading Sleep
Chains
When I asked for these
Chains I thought them bangles
When I bought them
The links enlarged & strangled
Buyers remorse of course Continue reading Chains
Sticky post
Medicine
She’s off, off the prescribed regimen
Such a waste of my good medicine
Can’t you see I’m a healthy specimen Continue reading Medicine
Vexed
Vowed to get you out of my mind
Vexed can’t do anything of the kind
Invariably weak no sign of a spine Continue reading Vexed
Taker
You have everything
But never have enough
Greed says grab
Get for yourself
Better to give
Live like Elf Continue reading Taker
Mist
Words minced
Unconvinced
Tilt over
Wilted lover
Sits listless
Lips kissless Continue reading Mist
A prayer
May God grant complete peace
May you know His sweet release
In desperate hours feel His presence
In prosperous days sense His essence
In doubt know His assurance
In certainty show endurance Continue reading A prayer
Corner
Around the corner
Down the street
I found a fool
Who looks a lot like me Continue reading Corner
Just
Don’t take me seriously
Just take me
Don’t think of me nefariously
Just think of me
Don’t hold a grudge agin me
Just… Continue reading Just
Some people
Some people say religion is a crutch
Some people think faith is fraud
Some people feel self help’s the best answer
Some people act like they’ll live forever Continue reading Some people
Wings
Friday nights were
Saturdays her
Sundays we
Mondays blur
Tuesdays flee Continue reading Wings
History
Fell in love with
A faint recollection
Like a broken jukebox
Stuck on one selection
An unspoken request locked
Inside of her rejection Continue reading History
Poetry by Carrick Cross 