Joey Jones


Joey Jones Poems

1. I Am 6/3/2013
2. Playlist Of My Life 6/9/2013
3. Daughter 6/9/2013
4. In Our Moment 6/9/2013
5. Your Eyes 6/9/2013
6. Men Often Search (Rondeau) 5/30/2013
7. Pyres Of Apathy 6/3/2013
8. To My Wife 6/11/2013
9. She Will Weep 6/13/2013
10. Darkness Fades 7/11/2013
11. To Dark I Fade (Rondelet) 7/11/2013
12. Father's Love 6/3/2013
13. Kentucky Road 8/4/2013
14. Love's Reign 8/31/2013
15. So I Took A Walk (Cascade Form) 5/31/2013
16. One-Hundred Years 5/26/2014
17. I Surrender (Trijan Refrain) 5/26/2014
18. What Sin Is This 5/26/2014
19. Time 5/26/2014
20. Through It All 5/26/2014
21. I Am Your Father 5/26/2014
22. The Pack 5/26/2014
23. I Can'T Go Back 5/26/2014
24. The Inquisition 5/26/2014
25. Field Of Joy 8/13/2014
26. Natures Ensemble 8/16/2014
27. Sand 8/20/2014
28. Surrender To The Music 3/29/2014
29. My Masks 4/12/2014
30. The Pale Horse 6/3/2013
31. Elegy For My Best Friend 6/3/2013
32. Arrogance 5/26/2014
33. Long Was My Day (Villanelle) Dylan Thomas Tribute 6/3/2013
34. Broken Girl 5/26/2014
35. More 3/23/2014
36. The Wane 6/16/2013
37. When 6/16/2013
38. Maples Gentle Shade 6/12/2013
39. Midlife Crisis 7/17/2013
40. Hopelessness 6/3/2013
Best Poem of Joey Jones

My Tears Are Ink

My tears are ink for the lines I write
about this friend I miss this night
a soul to which my spirit rhymed
couplets were we, perfectly timed.

Alone I am now, a single line of verse
penned deeply in melancholies curse
an endless caesura placed in the way
between my tomorrow and my yesterday

As these tears dry about the friend I adore
I know about him I can compose no more
with my life's own story I must move on
renewing myself with the breaking dawn

His memory I shall forever find here
within this poem written with my tears.


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Pyres Of Apathy

The timeless predator now lacks for teeth
for I long to embrace its dark caress
fearing not the finality of its kiss
nor the fleeting of my final breath.

Its dominion is now betrayed
for I strip it of its authority
by surrendering to the struggle
and smiling at the coming death.

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