A poem spinning out of control on the insomnia struggle bus — What’s going on here Why do I weep It’s sheer fear of lying here trying to fall asleep This is my least favorite time of the day when the fear makes it seem so far away When it feels as though I’ll never get there and there finally know the salve of self…

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A poem written while tossing and turning and trying to fall asleep — If you asked me what my superpower would be If I could choose anything I’d say stopping time every night to allow me To get a full night’s sleep I know it’s odd given all the other Powers to choose from But I think we wish for what we are Most afraid to…

A poem of love and letting go in iambic pentameter — Forgive me when I tell our tale of love Too late begun and then too soon rid of For in hindsight I’ve learned a thing or two That warrants my emotional review So as I grow and better my good will May time make such for you yet better still And though…

A poem and reminder about love that lasts through heartbreak — Falling like drops of love To softly pierce my face As from heaven above To this mortal place I fear I’ve lost some Of that forgotten grace That transforms each one Into a wondrous space So envelope me in That emphatic embrace And remind me still That such beauty has bass…

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A theme park poem about the Happiest Place on Earth — Once upon a time I went to the Happiest Place on Earth and fell in love with every inch of its wonder and worth Now I go back all the time to relive that happy day and feel like a kid again or ‘Disney adult’ as we say As we…

A short poem about the pain of needing to say goodbye — The harsh hardens quickly The sadness turns sickly Pale poured on thickly To disgust and disguise The pressure increases As passion decreases A clenched fist releases With reluctant goodbyes Now sailing on slowly Lulls rocking the lonely The wide open only Beheld in fresh eyes

A brief poem about healing in the aftermath of a breakup — Is this like the pain that falls like dew drops on an empty plain and bathes each blade with damper still disdain? I would wither in plain sight if I could but have the might but I only have each petal that fell from you.