Is this what the poets mean, When they talk about the songbirds’ birdsong,A call of nature pure and filthy. Is this what the poets mean, When they talk of flowers, roses and violets aplenty,Innocence and humour intermingling.Is this what the poets mean, When they talk of the sky, blue, and pink and red and orangeContinue reading “Is This What the Poets Mean?”
Wild
For Nana The tigers you see from the entrance,They framed my childhood.I imagined them roaring and movingAnd living wild all from the comfort of your living room.In that little house on Brown Street,You let me play,You let me bring in a bowl of snails,You understood that I was strange. When they escaped you’d hug meContinue reading “Wild”
Drive Away
Sometimes I wanna take my car and drive away Someplace far and beautiful and quiet, Drive and drive and drive till I find the end of the earth Then drive and drive and drive some more. I look to the sky and I beg the gods above and below, Beg them for a reason, begContinue reading “Drive Away”
Light-Years Away
I am a star, bursting thousands of light-years away. Eyes empty and dull as it happens, All you see are the sparks of it all. An explosion for matter and heat, An explosion for creation and burning. I am dead when you see me, Living in the past days, light-years away. The picture of meContinue reading “Light-Years Away”
Journey of a Lost Brother
Chapter One I have to send for Wilbur, Elliott and Tobias. I can’t lose my head now. Where could he have gone? Why would he leave like this? What if he’s hurt or worse? Lyn, come home, I don’t think my heart can take this. *** You would be surprised how far you can getContinue reading “Journey of a Lost Brother”
Monster
She crawls around on the walls just out of sight, Creeping through these halls in the dead of night, I clenched shut my eyes – too afraid to see, Knowing if I look; the monster looks just like me. ©2022 Poppy B. Humble
Complexities of Being
Since June of 2021, I have been through the process of working with Bookleaf Publishing to write and publish my very own book of poems. If you enjoy my poetry and want to help support me I’d really appreciate it if you considered purchasing it. It contains some of my poems you may have readContinue reading “Complexities of Being”
Prologue to an Unfinished Novel
Journey Of A Lost Brother The dull thud of wooden swords meeting, the boisterous giggles of young boys and the strum of a well-loved guitar is what fills my warmest memories of childhood. My father hoisting me up to his shoulders and showing me the world from above his perspective – in hopes that IContinue reading “Prologue to an Unfinished Novel”
Comfort in Chaos
Comfort in disarray, Something to do on dismal days, Dirty clothes here, Clean clothes there, Pile of books, Stack of cans. Tidy it up when the Sadness sinks in. Rearrange, redesign, revision. Build it up, knock it down. Re-establish the serenity, The comfort in chaos. The voices that get too loud, The eyes get tooContinue reading “Comfort in Chaos”
Photograph of a Starry Sky
Capturing this moment, The difficulty unexpected. Lights twinkling above, Eyes sparkling below. Who’d have thought I’d find you? A they amongst them. Capturing this moment, I hope you know, Is something I’ve wanted for so long. But, as you know, Without the right camera, Nor the right lens, Capturing this moment, This sky, These stars,Continue reading “Photograph of a Starry Sky”
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