Vanilla Splinters

Your vanilla essence permeates my soul…

Hey guys! Here’s a free verse poem I attempted on the theme of love. Let me know if you enjoyed the change of mood between the two stanzas. Hope you enjoy!

You are the sunshine in the midst of my storm,
The shining diamond in my bed of coal;
The yin to my yang, the white to my black —
Your vanilla essence permeates my soul.

Yet I am the cloud that covers your light,
The thorn in your gorgeous stem of rose;
The night to your day, the rain to your sun —
A splinter buried deep under your clothes.


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Vanilla Splinters

Hang On

He was hanging off a bridge…

Hey again! I believe I’ve successfully broken through my writer’s block! Tonight’s a double feature with another free verse poem that’s straight from the heart. Hope you enjoy!

The first time I saw him,
he was hanging off a bridge.
I rushed over and bent down,
reaching out to grab his hand.
His long fingers interlocked with mine,
and for a brief moment,
all was okay.
All was ecstasy.

Then, his fingers started slipping,
s l o w l y,
agonizingly,
but surely.
I strained frantically,
sobbing and screaming simultaneously,
trying to maintain some hold on him —
And all the while,
he kept slackly slipping
further and further out of my grasp.

An eon later,
an eon of mind-numbing pain later,
the connection was severed;
And as I watched him fall away,
vision barred with gemlike teardrops,
it dawned on me:

He had never attempted to hang on.


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Hang On

The Wardrobe of Love (Conceit Poem)

Our love is the wardrobe
ensconced in the corner of your chamber.

Hey everyone! Here’s another poem I wrote as an assignment for the online course I’m taking (Sharpened Visions: A Poetry Workshop). “A ‘Conceit’ is like an extended metaphor, but it argues for the metaphor itself.” One of the most famous examples of a Conceit Poem is John Donne’s The Flea, where he argues that a flea is a marriage bed. Here I tried to make the metaphor between the wardrobe and love as easy to interpret as possible. I would love any advice I can get on how to improve this poem. Hope you enjoy!

Our love is the wardrobe
ensconced in the corner of your chamber.

Before you hung your vestments within it,
‘twas a lifeless, empty void,
like the black heart of Voldemort,
utter oblivion —
And so was my world
before you entered it.

That first day when you went to the store
and opened up the wardrobe’s door,
you brought in the winged fairy of hope —
to its world and to my own,
that first night I saw you
across the musty bar.

With your clothes safely nestled
within its tender folds,

the wardrobe is now vibrant,
colorful and brilliant —
You were our rainbow
in the calm after the storm.

And now it holds our garments together,
dangling in glorious limbo,
jostling, colliding, ensnaring,
meshing with an inexplicable pull —
’Tis the greatest symbol
of our hearts intertwined.


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The Wardrobe of Love

Victory (Haiku)

Hey everyone! This poem is a haiku, an extremely short but popular Japanese poetic format consisting of three lines of 5-7-5 “on” (a Japanese “on” is similar to an English syllable). Hope you like it!

There is nothing more
Rewarding than victory —
Except perhaps love.

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