Author: Sam

On the edge of a cliff above the abyss As you reach for me , the world is on fire The sky lights up with my desire The moon grows larger and expands Grows greater with the touch of your hands Enslaved by the luminosity Mesmerised by the light of curiosity I focus on that… Continue reading On the edge

Have you tried a Jeffrey’s sonnet? The weekend challenge on the Facebook group Rising Moon Poetry was to write one. Here is the winning entry REVENGE (Jeffreys Sonnet) His perfidy, did not make sense He had not any good defense Would she forgive? Now, on his knees A woman knows when all’s been said Not… Continue reading Winner of the Jeffrey’s Sonnet Challenge

Anticipation Starting a new chapter Anticipation New period of rapture Anticipation Tick all the boxes Anticipation Expecting lots of validation Throw out procrastination Anticipation Putting aside old wrongs Clean sheet being strong Anticipation Damp down expectations Anticipation Waiting for adventure, to hatch Anticipation © Samantha Beardon

Infused Standing close I drink the view I trace your mouth The essence of you I gaze in your eyes Drown in their pools My emotions stretched Sexuality infused Your hot breath Grazes my cheek I take a step closer Feel so weak Your heartbeat Meshes with mine Safe in your arms In our special… Continue reading Infused

Clouds are building and tinted opalescent The sky is pinky golden orange bathed The sun drops from the sky into the sea As it hangs it radiates a light stripe Across the coloured water a path I stand on the darkening sand awe struck Should I tread that path or sit by the boat I… Continue reading Desert Island

They heard a cracked wheezing and scraping as she practiced her chords on the violin Slow speed amplified the noises and screeches The wipers wheezed as they tried to shift The snow from the windscreen as it fell In increasing amounts clogging the mechanism She had an idea a fun plan It would cause some… Continue reading The wheeze effect

Originally posted on unbolt me:
Do you know how to tell a good poem from a bad one? It’s easy. I can teach you. Just crumple up a sheet of paper and throw it into the bin in the far corner. The bad poem never reaches it. It will always drop somewhere halfway, rebounding off…