On a Hawaiian Island

If I were stuck on an islandI’d like to have you by my sideOur days would be like a dream come trueWith no one around, just me and youThink of the things we could doExploring taking in all the viewsA new life we would have to buildMy love, think, oh what a thrillPlaying in the

Pine Tree in Winter – A Haiku

Bows gently bendingHolding natures fresh cold snowEvergreen beauty

Rainbows – A Haiku

RAINBOWSSpectrum of beautyEnding with a pot of goldSadly fades away

Stars – Written in Haiku Style

By European Space Agency (ESA/Hubble). Credit ESA/Hubble in any reuse of this image. Full details at http://www.spacetelescope.org/copyright.html (European Space Agency (ESA/Hubble)) [CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)%5D, via Wikimedia CommonsIlluminatingTwinkling through the night so brightGlorious beautyLights for all to seeSky aglow from down belowMajestic stunning

I’ve Tried

I don’t know what to doHow am I supposed to get over you?I've tried and I've tried Thinking of you makes me cryBut you’re there … in my faceYou’re there every placeThat I go … I don’t knowWhat to do To get over youCause I've tried and I've triedYou’re in my dreamsAlmost every nightI wake up in the morningWishing everything was

Sky A Haiku

Heavens Opening UpVibrant gloriousPassageway to Heavens gatesSerenely calmingHaiku is a Japanese poem that has a simple message. Usually three sentences that must have five syllables in the first line, seven syllables in the second line, and five syllables in the third line.

February Haiku

February blahsTaken over by fatigue Dreams of warm sunshine

On The Streets of Montreal

My inspiration to write this poem came to me one day while I was on Facebook. A dear friend and poet whom I'd met on HubPages, Vincent Moore, had mentioned that he was having a bit of a dry spell as far as writing. Both of us are from Montreal, and anyways the one thing

Locked Away

  A poem I wrote on how I imagined my father was feeling when he had to spend the rest of his life at a veterans hospital due to dementia and Alzheimer's, after having a stroke. Vincent van Gogh [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons Lost Alone Sad and Forlorn Lonely Depressed and Full of Mourn

Thursday Morning Turmoil

I arise at six to start my dayMaybe I can actually write something todayCoffee in hand I log onto to searchSitting comfortably upon my perchMy sons alarm goes off and I hear him moveComing downstairs with his guitar to groovePicking and strumming and playing so loudWishing he would just go and jump on a cloudI