Category: Creative

Wild and Free: A poem by Mike Cole

You told me you wanted to be Wild and Free

and I knew we could not be.

For the sea turns cold when the sun sets

I could gamble no more and take no bets.

I thought love lasted forever,

And didn’t understand should it be severed.

When my heart broke it didn’t just break

The wrath did come, and my soul began to ache.

And in the nights where I can’t sleep.

I remember a life without love is bleak.

Sometimes in the past I wish I could stay

If only for another day.

Yet here I am on my own

The beaming light has long not shone.

Darkness I knew and darkness I left

What was taken was taken,

And what is gone is gone.

If only for an hour,

my love you devoured.

Lost at Sea: A Poem by Mike Cole

There was a ship lost at sea

Its destination not meant to be.

So it sailed as waters grew dark

The wind began to howl, and so swam the sharks.

When the storm passed, the horizon was left blue

Lost in the Ocean, there was nothing left that it knew.

A flip of the coin: A poem by Mike Cole

He flipped a coin, wondering where it’d land.

Heads or tails he pondered, mulling the coin in his hand.

Would he flip again should the coin land wrong?

He had done this dance before, he had sung this song.

The coin glinted in the fading sun.

One last flip, before the day was done…

You Never Knew Me: A poem by Mike Cole

You never knew me, nor I you.

Two strangers, passing through.

The wind whispered as we walked,

No words uttered, no words talked.

So strangers we remained, only ever passing.

For in love, nothing is ever truly lasting.

A poem I’m sure many can find themselves acquainted with. Unrequited love. The brief, fleeting thought of acting on attraction, but letting a moment pass. It’s beautiful but ultimately tragic.

With this poem, I tried to capture an idea, a moment. It emphasizes what is unsaid and plays with the idea of saying more, without explicitly stating it.

The lines are coupled, following a simple AABB rhyme scheme. I like to weave tints of tragedy into love poems to make them more human and with the end of the poem, you get a sinking feeling. The flow is thrown slightly off rhythm and lacks much of the excitement of the earlier lines. It is abrupt and signifies that this is truly an end, not a beginning.

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