2016 Poems

You need not worry –
ride out in glory.
We’ll put things to right
with the force of our might,
and forge our own story.

Warcry

Promise
you won’t leave me.
Please don’t leave me alone.
It’s hard, but I’m worth the effort.
Trust me.
I would never leave you alone.
I know that things are hard,
but they’ll work out.
Promise.

Promise

When I’m with you,
I don’t feel blue.
You tease out a smile
that’s been hiding a while,
and I am renewed.

Rebirth

When I’m feeling vile,
when my temper starts to fray,
I think about your smile
at the end of a long day.

Things may look rough today,
and it may take a while,
but I know they’ll be OK.

I will reconcile
all the troubles in our way –
I’ll go the extra mile
at the end of a long day.

Marathon

When you wish on a star
to change who you are
and ignore the strife
that exists in your life,
you won’t get very far.

Blindspot

Growing pains
shatter chains
until all that remains
is sweet rebirth.

Memories
of tragedies
leave us ill at ease,
so let them go.

Hope dances
at second chances,
and gives us glances
at better days to come.

Strength sought,
sorrows fought,
and a future bought
with precious currency.

Free at last,
heartache’s passed.
A happiness cast
with our own two hands.

Parting the Clouds

A few kind words
work better than swords
in the arduous fight
to drive back the night
and all Hell’s hordes.

Crusader

Little Morty, all in bed.
Little Morty - yes, he's dead,
but Little Morty isn't sad.
In fact - Little Morty's glad!
You can see it in his grin,
how it's painted on his chin,
and how it never leaves his face,
and how his dead eyes stare off into space.

A poem inspired by Erica’s jewelry over at Inspired by Nature, a handcrafted and custom jewelry seller that operates through Facebook and Etsy.

Little Morty

‘ere I stand
and ‘ere I’ll stay
with sword in hand
to hold the night at bay.

I shall not stray,
no matter the demands
that come my way.

For this our land
that I guard today,
I’ll shine like a brand
to hold the night at bay.

Sentinel

A fragment of a fallen star -
ages old, yet without scars.
She shines like a diamond in the night
piercing the dark with a silver light.

Now the sterling celestial seed
blooms like a flower amid the reeds
to bring such beauty and such grace
to an ancient deserted place.


A poem inspired by Erica’s jewelry over at Inspired by Nature, a handcrafted and custom jewelry seller that operates through Facebook and Etsy.

Celestial Tear

There are things I don’t want you to know,
things I’m too scared to show,
because I’m afraid when I’m done
you’ll turn tail and run
as far as you can go.

Scarred

Man unknown,
anonymous,
stares into the night,
questioning.
Useless.
Eternity
rarely responds,
and when it does
don’t expect
easy answers.

Cloak and shadow

He dressed to the nines,
tried to pretend he was fine,
and bet on his pride
that he was able to hide
pain behind polish and shine.

Sunday Best

Toast
and boast
to the host
of whom’s the most
of all.

Prost

Every spring
the songbirds sing
to the rebirth
of the Earth
and the bounty She brings.

Dawn chorus

When the night is empty
of even echoes,
what do you hear there
in the silence?

When it’s past midnight
and the lights are out,
what do you see there
watching you in the dark?

When you’re lying in bed
reaching for sleep,
what do you feel there
between your sheets?

When you think that you’re alone,
who is right there by your side?
Who else would be there,
but the you whom you wish to hide?

Alone with yourself

You try to hide
the ocean inside,
and wish them well
with every swell
of the mourning tide.

Childhood's end

The social circle holding tight
long into the dark of night,
as each of them try to inspire
their companions by the fire.

But their company raises walls –
stone-cold sentinels that stand so tall
that those outside can’t bear to dare
to dream of being welcomed there.

Now the hearth just looks so cold
to the people who are told
that they just do not belong,
that they should just move along.

So they turn and walk away
for they cannot bear to stay
and watch people that seem so warm
but treat them colder than a winter storm.

Private party

A flame falls from the heavens,
thundering into the world,
but from the burning wreckage
bloom brilliant blossoms
of otherworldly vibrancy.

Celestial seed

Love is the foundation of all things.

From Love grows roots,
diving down deep
anchoring us to the world,
anchoring us from the world
and all of its storms.

From Love grows branches,
reaching high into the heavens,
catching the Sun and the wind
in gentle green hands,
tender to the touch.

From Love grows fruit,
succulent to the senses,
but the worth of such treasures
lay not the way they make you feel,
but in the seeds of future growth.

Building block

Indie author. Daily poet. Well versed. Lover of the arts.

2016 Poems

Daniel Meyer