Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
Upon The Death Of Hope...
On the dawn of the morning next,when I woke from sleep with hope-the day before had never come.Hope, mercilessly abandoned me,choking the verve of..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
June...June...June...June...
Call it Author's Tradition, but since I pennedthe below work in early June of 2007 & I havereposted it each year since 2010.In mid June of2007..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
The Run For Love (Senryu)
Contemporary Senryu with the employmentof Traditional Haiku's syllabic standard-Running Down The StepsChurch Bells Chiming and ChasingThe Newly..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
Upon Th' Tilting Of O' Rose { La Tige De Sensualité }
Ther' be an air of sensuality, to th' tilting of o'Rose,young stems curving gracefully.....as they maturateas to support th' moist blossom of their..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
Hope & Time Before The Dying...
In seperate worlds, they breathe now;so sad, these worlds, like coffins,each silent to the other,yet life be ever present,just enough to offer..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
Of Poets Long Passed...
Contemporary Haiku formatted withthe employment of Traditional Haikusstrict Syllabic requirement...Under Hill's WoodshedThe Voices of Donne And..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
The Visitation
Contemporary Haiku with the employment ofTraditional Haikus syllabic requirement.Deaths VisitationWhile Asleep in Sweetest DreamLife's Most Precious..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
Death Echoes From A Distant Hill
Whistle of wind across the earof a man on a distant hill,awaiting Father MacGarrity'sfinal blessing of water.The Priest looks up to the hillnods..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
Premonition...
Contemporary Haiku formattedwith the syllabic requirementof Traditional Zen Haiku...The Fortnight Drew WingsShadows of a Dove on CloudsOf Dark Bible..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
And You Made Just Like Churchill...
The word is they found you dead last night,alone.....on the porch of your Eastside digs,a warm Crème de Cacao beside a hardboundof Truman Capote's..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
Two Cats On A Window Sill...
Two Persian Cats on window sill,Never bored nor get their fillBack to back for hours long;Their spines must be strong.Mesmerized... by every..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
When Love Is True
There be no boundaries in Love,for it's dimensions are infiniteas space and what lies beyond it,despite when its path be questionedby times of..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
Oh! Those Days Of Black 'n White Cookies At Morelli's Kitchen In The Early Morning.
I'm Remembering the day'swe'd eat black and white cookies,the size of pie-plates,my best friend and me,early dawn bakedin the old world kitchenof..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
Unfortunately, Love Doesn't Work That Way At 15!
I was only fifteen,I still remember her wordsthat tore through my Heart,ostensibly for light years,but in truth, for several months.'I don't love you..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
In This Autumn Of The Year - (Rv-Rp)
In this Autumn of the year ther' be imageDivinité illustrés....Oui, l'utopie du Poète.Flecks and shades, a bleeding hued sprayOf Summer's..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
Love Is Love Is Love { A Valentine } (Rep)
_________Author's Prologue____________Originally written for my (then) 12 year old daughteron her challenge for me to write a rhyming poem inless..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
When Mirrors Cross Your Eyes
When Mirrors Cross Your EyesWhat has happened to you?Your hourglass, weightless -of sand, grain, and Life;so obvious, your changes,and the impact..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
While You Were Asleep { Ariels Wake}
I watch you as you sleep,Feel a warming breeze pass your cold, still lips;An essence of florals, and my eyes affix,On the bleeding heart draped upon..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
The Mystery And Indifference At Evers Creek
At Evers Creek, behind the redwood barn,a mystery still travels on by near and far,like the rush and rip of the Creeks dark hole,as it did the night..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
The Light Of Deity...
Where were you when the Maple trees died?Where were you when their leaves fell and dried?Where were you when Nature's Mother's just sighed,With a..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
Movement In Black
Simon makes it all come together, perfectly,placing antiques 'n curio's on dusted black shelves,window-sil ledges with geometric widgets,navigating..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
Black Autumn { For My Silent Mentor Edgar Allan Poe}...
Comes the cold, black, Death of Autumn,harbouring its' pique on naked limb;stirring damp, feral windsto the hawking, stalking,insidious..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
A Walk To The Cemetery To Visit Some Friends
I'm taking a walk to the cemetery this morning,be back before noontime for crumpets and tea.I have two friends who died not so long ago;they were..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
Emeralds And Black Diamonds...
Lie down lass, with me, in sage green meadowsYour blouse flouncing open, in the teasing breezeThe meadows, feel so cotton, this time of yearCome lay..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
Don’t Kill My Planet
A time will come when it’s too late.A time we kill, we fumigate.We had our chances to change our ways.To enjoy, clear, beautiful days.Now much time..
© Melvina Germain