A car door slams shut;
turn of key, revs of engine.
His new journey starts.
~ J. A. Ross
A car door slams shut;
turn of key, revs of engine.
His new journey starts.
~ J. A. Ross
Yet another night,
a hotel room poorly lit;
just like all the rest.
~J. A. Ross
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Stars peaking through clouds,
moonlight gleaming on the road;
soothing calm of night.
Open road once more,city lights fade in rearview; aimless wanderer.
-J. A.Ross
A poem for many hopefuls, whom last night, were anticipating having a winning line for the 1.586 billion dollar jackpot. Of course, all but those 3 lucky winners were disappointed. Well, today is your lucky day! Here’s a poem… just for your loathing of losing that damned Powerball:
The numbers are drawn.
Anticipation rises;
eyeing your tickets,
A frown; no lucky numbers.
Early retirement gone.
~J.A. Ross
An unsure person,
seething in their self despair;
forgotten talents.
I wrote this to describe what can happen for anyone who may be feeling depressed. They may be so absorbed into self loathing, that they neglect talents that are trying to come out. I also did some more experimenting with this piece.
~J. A. Ross
This is another experimental haiku, and as a side note-there are no religious undertones. It’s just some fiction I’m playing around with:
A prophecy made;
they tremble for the young man,
midst filled with fire.
~J. A. Ross
Something watches you,
stalking every day and night.
It lives in your dreams.
~J A Ross
An experimental Tanka style poem:
The wormhole opened;
a look of bewilderment,
upon gazing eyes.
One brave soul steps into it;
warping his body through time.
~J. A. Ross
Another experimental haiku:
Crawl under my skin,
leaving your burdens behind;
by adding to mine.
~J. A. Ross
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