Author Archives: sam

Think Hard For A While

Howdy, pardners. Apologies for the lack of a post yesterday. I was feeling somewhat under the weather and needed a break. Today I’ve got for you a little poem I cooked up just for y’all. Please Enjoy!

So Many Maybes

It doesn’t feel real.

Being swept from my feet,

carried in your arms,

proceeding then

to be swiftly shunted

back into the ground,

on my back this time,

no air in my lungs.

It happens so fast

it gives me whiplash

and, boy, does my neck hurt.

Feeling not alive or dead,

but like a shadow

drifting from corner to corner,

from tree to tree,

from person to person,

finding no respite

in this transience,

yet always coming with the day.

Coming to terms.

Not an agreement

without difficulty.

So many maybes…

How tired can one be?

Can’t Wait To Live It!

Afternoon, everybody! Got another fun little poem for you here. Please enjoy, friends.

Can’t Wait To Live It

It just doesn’t make any sense!

That’s all I’ve got to say.

So many times I’ll say it

in exasperation!

Wearing a dunce cap,

i ask again,

“Why doesn’t it make any sense!”

I find no answer in the empty space around me.

So why do I continue to float around in empty space,

asking questions of the stars,

stars who might never answer?

Well what else would you have me do?

I’ll float and float until I’m found

and then I’ll tell my story.

They’ll write books and songs about me!

They’ll never know the best parts of the story!

I can’t wait to live them.

What Must I Judge?

Good morning, all! I hope you’re having a wonderful day so far. I have a nice little piece for everybody today. I’m thinking I may start writing a little lighter. Let me know in the comments or shoot me an email at sam@poemsbysam.com if you’ve got any directions you might like to see from me! I always love hearing from people who enjoy my writing. On that note, please enjoy!

Jurisprudence

Just in time for a hung jury.

Make a decision,

don’t be late.

You’ve got a very important date.

Take the time

to deliberate

and make the fate

as bells chime.

It’s up to you,

you’ll never guess.

Make sure you dress

as if you knew.

Be just.

We rely on your applications of jurisprudence.

Inspired By The Stars

Afternoon, friends! The stars as my muse, I have written for you a monologue, one you may find interesting. It is less of a poem but in the same format. I’d like to think it’s a part of the lore I have built up in secret, awaiting some slow release that may finally culminate in an understanding of one final work. We shall see. Please enjoy.

A Monologue

Futility at its best.

You’ve come to restore the Empire.

Your putrid little thing.

It withers and dies as we speak.

How could you ever hope to keep it alive?

It being so rife with decay and abuse.

I watched as my world was destroyed.

Burned to a crisp.

The surface turned into a most luminant molten glass

along with my family.

I will tear you apart,

piece by piece,

and show you a most vehement, vociferous suffering.

In reflection of my own.

I have hunted you for many years.

I am glad to have found you now,

on the precipice of higher achievement.

His Majesty’s last admiral.

So shall there be none more.

I come for the emperor now.

How Does It Add Up?

Good morning, all. Today is going to be a damn good day, I feel it. There’s a lot to look forward to and little to look back on. Please enjoy a poem that probably won’t make much sense unless you really think on the words. Please enjoy.

Sum of It All

When all is lost and all you’ve found

is in the lost and the found,

I ask but once,

wherefore do you plunder?

When there your body is torn asunder.

It’s time to leave,

it’s time to go.

With the morning

comes the whitest doe.

Visions of peace and plentitudes

that bring about new platitudes

and leave us wanting more from life

amidst the ashes come from strife.

Bering sea,

bear the sea

and come upon the Holy See.

Be found wanting

by the taunting.

Rise against the ashes

and effervescent attachés.

The day is come

to sound the drum

and hear the final sum.