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A Writer's Journal

Sample Poems

4/6/2020

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I am always working on a number of secret projects, and sometimes I like to tease them. What follows is a small sampling (2 poems) of some of the stuff I've been working on the past few months. I've been dealing with poetry lately, which is an all-new ballgame...

TALL

Broken beauty
Rests there now, low.
Such radical dreams
Laid to rest so easily --
Gone.
 
Her Majesty cries
For her majesty.
Engraved were the signatures
Of angels, of Lords…
Gone.
 
Were any so informed?
Two souls lost is the word
Of the wind.
Two souls
Gone.
 
Ninety away
So it was said to me.
I couldn’t look
To affirm; comforts
Gone.
 
The demons of Earth
Shook her free
And so consumed her
And sent innocence
Gone.
 
I swear
The wind carried cries
And crushed my ears,
Those imaginings
Gone.
 
Mast
Became mass,
As birds on high
Saw the gallows
Gone.
 
Amazing, this!
Something so grand,
Yet crushed so easy
Like hearts once in love
Gone.

YET DROWNING STILL

​I must admit:
I was drowning.
 
A ring cast out in dazzling sun,
I clutched
And drifted
                                  And I drifted more…
 
Sucking at my toes
Were the names of the deadened
Whose woes kept me under guidance
 
Oceanus, Coeus, Crius, Hyperion,
           Lapetus, Coronus;
Thea, Rhea, Themis, Mnemosyne,
           Phoebe, and Tethys.
 
One, alone with them in their
      Tangential horrors!
 
 
                                  Only with them,
Breath was not of readiness
Nor was the ease, the soothing
Brought with that ring…
That ring!
Merciful
      And full!
 
Drifted along
Was my body, limp
Clutching hard, still.
 
Still as the water
Had become after such astonishing
Vacuums it sent me through
In a tumbling
Mess
 
The sun said
She would help brighten my eyes
And help me understand --
 
Understand what, I asked.
 
The truth in that
You are saved!
Safe again.
 
Once all cleared
And I rest solid laying in heaps
On the floor, drenched, hot
Came a serenity…
A bliss.
 
A newfound form to break such moulds
That are breakable, broken with kiss
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    My name is Tanner F. Riche. I am a published journalist and author, via numerous newspapers, Amazon, Kobo, Indigo, Barnes and Noble, and other sources. Please join me on my journey as a writer. I post occasionally.

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