He held the letter in his hand,
as he watched it turn to sand.
In the wind it blew,
holding words she never knew.
Fire that burned ever bright,
shifted towards perpetual night.
Category: Poetry
November Wind: A poem by Mike Cole
He felt a chill as the air grew cold
The leaves blew gently
He closed his eyes
This November was colder than usual.
He chopped wood and carried the bundle back to the fireplace
The wood crackled as it burned.
He thought back to Novembers long before, and was left, wanting.
A time where the warmth of the fire was felt throughout.
Where his jaded smile was once whole.
Yet only the cold remained. Waiting for Winter, silently and alone.
27th year: A Poem by Mike Cole
The hand struck midnight and the cycle began anew.
Once twenty-six, now twenty-seven.
He watched the hours pass and sleep did not come.
When he awoke, a smile came to his face.
The dreaded year, was not so bad.
With age came wisdom and his world had slowed.
As long as he wasn’t thirty, he still had time.
Yesterday was my Birthday! As such, I thought it’d be fun to write a poem to capture the moment. Despite the Pandemic, my birthday was quite enjoyable. I actually ended up playing Mario Kart until 5am! For the last couple years, I have gone out and celebrated with friends so this year was actually quite nice as I could just play Animal Crossing and Pokemon (and Mario Kart) all day long. I am officially 27 and am trying to live out the remainder of my twenties as best I can. Cheers to another year of life!
Two Fish
Two fish swam together, side by side;
One white, the other black.
Light and shadow, in their perpetual dance;
A sun rises as another sets.
The Ocean is vast and deep, and they swam, pushing against the currents;
One day, hoping to meet.
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To the Moon 
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