This is a poem I wrote about a lost love. My first book of poetry was titled “The Gardens That Were”, and both that title and the title of this poem are derived from a poem that appeared in that book. “gone, lost, departed / like the gardens of her / I would cut it all down / for the gardens that were”. Gardens being something beautiful, were being locked in the past. For me, the memory of her is something beautiful, but something locked in my past.
This is a poem that I wrote recently inspired by a girl that I used to love. She always wore a necklace with a key pendant, so I figured I'd write a poem about it.
This is a poem about having a nameless inspiration. I often write about a nameless her, romantic poetry inspired by no one in particular, and this is about that concept.
This is a poem I wrote on my 25th birthday about the premonition I always had that I would die young, that I almost wanted that to happen, particularly on my 25th birthday. Since it did not, and since I have much more to do, this poem is a toast to the rest of my life.
This is a poem that I wrote inspired by, but not necessarily about Phoenix, the main character on my novels.
This is a poem I wrote about how more often than not I find myself lost in the fantasies of daydreams, books and movies, and the worlds of my own writing. It is there that I find love, find peace, and find hope.
This is a poem about two miraculous things I saw recently, both coincidentally while on ferry ships. Despite growing up on Cape Cod, it took me 25 years to get to Nantucket and Martha's Vineyard, which I finally did, and my view as I left each was nothing shy of Heavenly.
This is a poem I wrote the other day. It seems like most people my age currently relate to this concept of friends physically and emotionally leaving, and the panic that can set in when you begin to feel your age and compare yourself to others.
This is a poem I wrote a few weeks ago after a vivid dream I had about somehow who has haunted my dreams for far too long. It is essentially a sequel to my poems "The Librarian" and "The Shelves of Time".
This is a poem that I just wrote while listening to the masterpiece "Seven Days Walking" by composer Ludovico Einaudi, specifically the "Day Six" album, which I have linked. It is a powerful piece and the poem was inspired by the music.
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