Selected Poetry

Afloat

I believe in you, a future, life and lovethough I see just where you areI know that you can swiftly moveto choose a path by morningstar Further and further from the shoreswimming straight to a riptidehopeless, listless, finding morepain at every stroke and sigh Wishing for more than a life preserver-though my God could save…

150 150 Stafford Wood

The Abyss

I have danced around the abyss beforePerched precariouslyAlong its jagged peaksSeeking adventureJust out of reach. I have walked through the desert beforeParched and beatenBy the noon day sunSeeking fortuneOr a little fun. I have sailed in high crest seas beforePitched about on bended kneeFelt lost in time and placeSeeking paradiseAnd salvation’s grace. I have prayed…

150 150 Stafford Wood

My hypnotist

He speaks soft and slowTelling me what nobody knowsWishing beauty into existence as golden words drip off his tongue. He comes to me late at nightSteals into my head, stays out of sightAnd creates more truth in twenty minutes than in the lifetime race I’ve run. His words plant seeds inside my mindThey grow strong…

150 150 Stafford Wood

I will run to your fire

I’ll drown in your SorrowAnd dreams of tomorrowTil they fade from a nightmareAnd lose your fearsI’ll drown in your sorrow. I’ll breathe you new lifeAnd fill your sails and your kiteAnd the future will find a wayTo be bright.I’ll breathe you new life. I’ll build you a wayDig deeper and say thatYour troubles are mineAnd…

150 150 Stafford Wood

On that day

On the day that you knowThat you love someone elseOr you look in my eyesAnd realizeThat you’ll never kiss meThe way I want you to.On that day,Either one,You have to tell me. Because even though it will hurtAnd I may never speak to you againOn that dayAnd only that oneThere’s a chance if you tell…

150 150 Stafford Wood

Destiny

And yet I know that you will leave me.For a black haired ravenOr Sonoran sunsetFor a green eyed black girlWith a peaceful soulLayered on a raging heartInstead of mine, the reverse. But I love you still.In orbit around your tortured soulSeeking more, always moreEver-fulfilled.when satisfaction is nearYou feel the empty of those around youAnd seek…

150 150 Stafford Wood

4am

The magical hour when the world gets quietAnd thoughtful With no distractionsA mind can wanderFrom real to fantasyThere and back again When Dreams take holdAnd grow like ivyOn a garden wall Or evaporateLike a sprinkler’s mistOn a hot summer dayWhen the grass is dry

150 150 Stafford Wood
Two Good Ones

Two Good Ones

She tries to writeBut, words won't come.Hundreds of terrible poemsAnd two good ones. This was my first paid poetry. I receive $1 from Quatrain.fish, a website that published one four line poem every day and paid the writers $1.

1183 2560 Stafford Wood

From 2008 There's a certain kind of lonelinessThat comes when you're with someonewho will never leave you alone.Who follows you everywhere andclings to you like a respiratorFor the dying. It creeps into your heartAnd makes a bed to sleep in every night.It dances with your other feelingsStepping on toes, discordantRuining every song with its chantFor…

150 150 Stafford Wood
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