Themes/Dreams

I've always wanted to write something that flowed together, something with a noticeable theme that didn't feel repetitive. In the mean time I'm just writing lazy almost-haikus about dreams. 

The Morning

His hands were soft

The tide turned at midnight 

I always leave first 

Waiting Room

The smell of coffee

I read your eyes like a book

We are all alone 

Ocean Dwellers

The ship sunk slowly

Loud footsteps in the hallway

Bodies always float

Our Summer

I swallowed the sun

My heart already knew you

Bright stars burn quickly 

Accidents Happen

They lent together

Triangles hold the most weight

I watched them break

Pancakes

You hate morning breath

Whispers into the cover

I drove home smiling

Love E x

Page Poem #1

Today I made a Page Poem, I'm not sure if that's what other people call them but I thought the name fit. This isn't a unique idea, I got the idea from my friend Tiffany and thought I might like to try it. Here is attempt number one. 

I hope you like it. I might call it 

                     Leaves

Turn round, shaking that moment

Fell with a crash petrified thoughts

Whirled like dead leaves, a hurricane,

Suddenly overwhelmed he realised

He longed for happiness passionately

Love E x

Haiku

I've been enjoying poetry so much lately, but had never written any until recently. These are my first attempts at haiku. 

Oceans away

They took them away

Laws that protect the guilty

The tide always turns 

Self-medicated 

The hit numbs the pain

I heard your cries in the night 

Wrong prescription 

Love E x

Playing With Couplets

Just some morning thoughts, for days when getting out of bed doesn't seem so important. 

First Years First Day

Students roamed the library stairwell

The calves call mournfully for their stolen mothers

Caught

A policeman at the flywire door

The web reverberated with its dying movements

Winter Mornings

The icy grip of the morning air

Tiny hands stuffed inside mittens 

Old Friends

The waves crashed gently onto the shore

They call every night just to say hello

Pancakes for Breakfast

The air was heavy with the scent of you

A table scarred by years of friendly abuse

Love E x