I started writing poems since October 2011 and intend to continue writing poems for the rest of my life. I've been using Tumblr to share my poems so far. Recently, I discovered PoemHunter.com and would like to participate in this community. The poems I post here are from http: //jonrholmes.tumblr.com/. more »
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J.R. Holmes Poems
Waking Up in the Morning
The piercing ringer stabbed the heart of my rest As he dragged me from the calm sea of dreams Onto the rough sands of consciousness.
Staring at the Sea on a Beach
Ferocious fangs gnaw on my feet As I balance through scorching sands. So much pain the amber grain creeps Into my brain that burns so deep.
Riding the Road
It always has been and forever will be That lovely short roads that "never" grew old Would eventually mold for us to venture unseen roads Unfolded by the heavens for us to see.
Let It Be Known
Look beyond my Oriental lineage; Beyond the yellow complexion That governs my brothers' perception Of my American heritage -
My young, sweet, pretty butterfly Who made my love for the world so high. Why, why did you shy and fly too high in the sky?
This woman I've known for a year Is tall and wide with red bricked skin, Just like her brother who stands near. Shallowness is her only sin.
To the Mountain
Alone I stand on the edge of a cliff, gazing The child-crafts, on their dark azure abode, bowing To the ghastly, mighty Mountain trembling the sea. He yields the whirling winds through my body to breathe
The Song of Alms
Amid a bustling marketplace On the busy streets of Hong Kong, A horrid image, far from grace, Sought me like a terrible song
Hong Kong Haiku
A powerful artist you are Molière! The way you command your words with tease and care Is like a steamy love affair That fires my mind with fiery flare!
Courtship Gone Wrong
I told her, "Hallie-Jane, I explosively confess - you are my angel on the next page Of a romantic act of a love play on a Broadway stage.
All is Fair in Love and War
All is fair in love and war For the luscious, who hoard stores Of attachments they once lured - A war that they lust for more.
A Single String on a Harp
Loneliness is when a single string on a harp Is ashamed by its "foul" noise And never caressed by a jovial heart.
Father Star, can't you see the signs? Now is the time for me to be mine And illuminate across the infinite hall after our nightly dines
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Waking Up in the Morning
The piercing ringer stabbed the heart of my rest
As he dragged me from the calm sea of dreams
Onto the rough sands of consciousness.
Little the motherly bed cradling me could do
In a pulling struggle with the ruthless ringer.
I clawed onto the rosy pillow instinctively as the duel grew.
Inevitably, he snatched me from her with shrilling power
And dictated my drunken mind to hustle the scattering feet
Towards the drenching waters of the weeping shower.