Our Poetry Collection

The Quiet Beauty of a Sweating Glass

The ice cubes clink, a tiny chime,Defying the hot summer time.And on the glass, a foggy lace,Begins to form at a slow pace.Then tiny beads begin to weep,And secret, silent rivers c...

The Post-Book Grief

I close the cover, slow and deep,While all the characters are still asleep.The world I lived in, page by page,Is now confined within its cage.The house is quiet, I'm alone,My tempo...

The Weathervane's Lament

I spin and turn, a gilded slave,To every whim the breezes gave.I show the world which way to face,Yet I am bound to this one place.I dream of flying, wild and free,Not just to poin...

The Unspoken Rules of Public Transport

Don't make a call, don't meet my eyes,Pretend to read, or be world-wise.The seat between us, sacred ground,Where not a single word is found.We sway together, left and right,A silen...

The Magic of Finding a Forgotten Note in a Pocket

This winter coat, unused for years,Awakens long-forgotten tears.Not from a sadness, deep and vast,But this small relic of the past.A ticket stub, a scribbled name,A tiny, unexpecte...

The Peace of a Sleeping Pet

The twitching ear, the muffled sigh,The gentle rise and fall nearby.No worldly worry, fear, or doubt,Can touch this peace, all curled about.And watching you, I learn to be,Content...

The Last Two People at the Party

The empty cups, the music's dead,The host has long since gone to bed.And we remain, in softened light,Two anchors in the fading night.The talk is slow, the guards are down,The true...

The Lunar Perspective

I watch you spin, a marble blue,With swirling clouds of white and hue.I see your lights, a golden lace,Stretched out across your darkened face.I do not hear your joyful cries,Nor d...

The Internal Monologue Before Sleep

The day is done, the light is out,My brain begins to scream and shout.A cringe-filled scene from 'ninety-three,A sudden fear of bees.Did I lock the door? I'm sure I did.A song I ha...