Rigel

Wrote this with memories of a visit from my grandfather, and my high school class as a whole. Reunion A woman casually apart, Half sleeping with her stockings gone Reliving ...

I got the title from another poem by somebody famous. It was on a test, so I was not able to write it down and I forgot it. P.S. This ...

I wrote this because I wanted to write a poem with a descending number of syllables in each line that also made sense. =P Count Down Anticipation gradually grows; All ...

I do remember the night well when I saw a Burner on Chris Torzan’s methane clipper. It was clear out, as clear as it ever gets on Titan, in the ...

Don't take this too seriously. On my yacht with all its bulk I find a spot To weep and sulk I am mad and morbid and unrewarded Not the first ...

I'm not sure about this one. I tried to give the words their own rhythm, and it might only be good if you hear someone read it, or if you ...

At first you were perfect An angel, descended from the heavens To guard my heart. But then I found you were tainted A daemon sent to tear my world apart. ...

I like to think that I live in a bubble The set of all those disinterested With convivial sadness And rhyming strife Still, I hear the peals of nervous laughter ...

Ok, just putting this right here. The poem is about the Fibonacci Sequence. The Fibonacci Sequence is what you get if, starting with 1,0, you add each number with the ...

Slightly sideways out of synch I think I am, at least too much to notice We never come together Always Never at our common locus For very long I’ve waited ...

I am writing an epic poem. I asked on the discussion forum and was told to put it here. I have no title yet, but I have the whole story. ...

I wrote this for a show in my performing arts class. It had to be about mothers in some way, and I know it's a little repetitive. It isn't autobiographical ...

I wrote this at a writing conference. I want to know if it made you giggle and if you have suggestions on the syllable scheme. Something in this syntax hates ...

It comes all at once as the businesses let their employees go catch the peak trains they can get and the snakes of the city sneak silently under the feet ...

A bard of yore strode in to fight, a sight uncommon even then He came to help his kingdom, clutching sword and clutching pen And holding fast the reins of ...