Happy Webiversary!

Good afternoon, everybody! Today officially marks the full one-year anniversary of my first post on poemsbysam.com. I don’t have anything in particular planned for today, but I have a short and sweet poem that I wrote a while ago I think you might like. Without further ado, please enjoy.


Lost Planet

Shining there upon a far flung beach,

two suns and three moons

that illuminate

twinkling gemstones under an emerald sky,

reflections of those things that lie above.

She looks up at those stars,

those heavenly bodies,

and waits for one to return.

The only one.

Perhaps they’d sit under green skies

upon that red-tinged grass

and look out at the spear-whales

flying overhead

and great striders

crossing those shallow,

green seas.

Maybe they’ll have croissants.

On The Face of The Clock

Good morning, one and all! I hope everyone is doing well on this chilly, or if you’re in the southern hemisphere, very hot, February day. There is much to look forward to and that is the spirit of the little guy I wrote about today. I hope you’ll enjoy. Without further ado…


On The Face of The Clock

Ticking tock,

sounds of the clock,

and one plucky little metronome

who doesn’t want to wait at home.

Snow on sand

as he passes by

and with his little eye,

perhaps he’ll spy

that little old lie.

The world, it says

that he can’t do

those things he dreams 

and wants to do.

He’ll go outside,

he’ll have adventures

and all new ventures

with no more censures.

Up the mountain,

round the bend,

through the pass

until the last.

He’ll be free,

and he’ll be fair.

Oh, 

won’t he be

his own little outcast.