Valley of dry bones The breath of life in the wind Life is born of death
Formal Poetry
Everything born must die, Everything started must end. No one will ever truly know why, Everything born must […]
Alone Disown Dethrone Condone Left alone, virtually disowned Dethroned by the sin none could condone. 6/4/18 My first […]
Possessed by visions, Unwilling and unwanted, Beautiful nightmares Of terrible, wonderful Truths, changing our perceptions. 5/9-5/11/18 My response […]
Delicate rosebuds Collected in the garden, Sweet smell of summer, Now just dried dead memories As we all, […]
Chilly April morn Chai Latte and a good book Snow falls from the sky 4/16/18 My 15th poem […]
Mystery abounds Life is a masquerade ball Disguise required No one can know who you are Even you’re […]
To Explore The spaces Within yourself Is an adventure that will never end. 4/4/18 My fifth poem for […]
Darkened stormy skies Humidity is rising Rain is on its way 4/3/18 My fourth poem for National Poetry […]
The glory of life Maturing in the sunlight Rooted in the Earth. 4/3/18 My third poem for National […]
John W. Leys 