He tried to climb/
to her lofty peak.
Companionship sublime/
was what he’d seek.
He lost the right path/
along that high way.
Trying to create laughs;
he failed in what to say.
As he fell and slipped/
down the mountain side,/
he murmured to himself, tight lipped:
“That wasn’t how I should have tried.”
He wondered: Could he try again, change and repent/
now that he was sure where the correct path went?
Tag Archives: Email poetry
Sing Deep From Your Soul: Revolutionary Email Haiku
Now that your heart is/
broken, reach deep into your/
soul and start singing.
Peace Bringer: Revolutionary Email Haiku
If I can bring a/
small measure of peace into/
pained lives, I’m happy.
I Wish I Could Ease Her Pain: Revolutionary Email Haiku
If I knew her, I/
would give her a hug. I don’t,/
so I’ll pray for her.
Sympathy As A Friend Passes: Revolutionary Email Rhyming Haiku
Death’s just a gate, but/
to we who must wait, it’s a/
wall we wet with tears.
Why Not Out There? Romantic Email Rhyming Haiku
Out in the middle/
of nowhere, I could be a/
poet there as well!
She Still Knows Comforting: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Back story: Two people very close to me criticized me harshly, telling me I was “goofy” and “attention-grabbing” and basically not the type of person they thought I should be. Heartbroken, I “dumped” on an old girlfriend, who has long since moved on and gotten married to someone who thinks she is “more than enough”. This is what her “exactly what I needed to hear” response to me was:
“That is a lie. Your “goofiness” and “attention needing” (or just a person who does get attention because you are fun!) are those incredible, unique qualities of who you are as a person. And you give. And give. You are moving forward at your own perfect pace in your own perfect timing.”
It prompted this haiku:
It amazed him that,/
after all the years which passed,/
she knew what to say.
Dream-worthy Woman: Romantic Email Haiku
“She’s the stuff that dreams/
are made of!”, the poet/
thought./
“I’ll go back to sleep.”
OR
The poet thought: “She’s/
the stuff dreams are made of!” and/
wished to sleep again.
I'm More Than You See: Romantic Email Haiku
Read my poetry./
Then, close your eyes and see the/
real me, and we’ll dance.
Capture In Only A Moment: Romantic Email Free Verse
I only have a moment to capture her.
Should I go with spicy
like Phad Thai?
Smooth
like chicken mole’?
Funny
like escargot?
Or should I just offer her
the adventure of eternity?