Nona's Poetry Corner

Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry. (W.B. Yeats) Here lies that which is inside no more, that which burns my mind and must be expelled. Here lies the greatest of all inventions. Here lies words.

Thursday, December 31, 2020

Every Picture

01/01/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation There’s a picture for every occasion And you’re in every one of them. There’s shenanigans at the beach...

Wednesday, December 30, 2020

New Year’s Eve

31/12/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation You weren’t there in January My birthday, you did miss You weren’t there in February To plant a Valen...

Caught

30/12/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation I caught a glimpse of you I didn’t now where it would lead I caught my breathe when you spoke I want...

Tuesday, December 29, 2020

When the Storm Comes

29/12/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation Lightning scorches the sky Instantly brilliant, then gone A flash filled with intensity Burning befor...

Sunday, December 27, 2020

Death Everlasting

28/12/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation When I die Do not my body bury For what good will it do Six feet underground? Take what you can And ...

The Blank Stare

27/12/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation I know words are being said I can see her lips moving I can’t hear what it was, though There’s just no...

Saturday, December 26, 2020

The Honeymoon Suite

26/12/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation I’ve never stayed in the honeymoon suite I don’t suppose I ever will I’d rather spend the extra money...

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