Tag Archives: time

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.

Missed Call

Not a whole lot to say today, friends. I hope you have a wonderful mother’s day! Please enjoy the poem !

Missed Call

That’s what gives you hope?

The stinging, ringing feeling

of some unknown isotope.

Always leaves you reeling.

A good man, you say.

Do you know what that means?

Those words…

How deep they cut.

I hope one day

for a cushion

instead of a knife.

I hope to lie in peace,

perhaps,

rather than on a bed of nails.

Always poised

as if to be struck.

Now what kind of life

does this one make?

What kind of life

does this one take?

Broken and unbroken…

I don’t know how the pieces go together.

Maybe One Day

Good afternoon, friends. I’m always dreaming of the sun. I’m often dreaming of love and the future and what might be. Join me for a moment. Enjoy the poem today. I think you’ll like it. PS: I was just published in the first issue of Mind Swimmer! Go check out Julia’s website at https://smarellijulia.wixsite.com/mindswimmer!

Little Love Story

Is that what you want?

A love story?

You want to find yourself on a pier, set against the waves, awash under the light of the moon?

You want to lose yourself in those storied, starry eyes reflecting all your stories back at you?

Maybe one day.

Maybe one day you’ll sit there on the porch,

rocking back and forth

while the kids play inside

and the afternoon sun rolls over your tired old skin.

One day,

maybe,

it’ll all make sense

and you’ll wonder why

you ever worried at all.

One day

you’ll find your little love story.