Even an arid desert can weep
while laying alone beneath
the shade of a cold dark night
between shivers and lip quivers
while still longing for the dream
in living prismatic color schemes
that proffer’s a rainstorm…lover

Poet of the Light © 2019


My moniker is Poet of the Light. I’m an average man living in America with experiences in love, life, dreams and loss.  Poetry in its own unique way like a lover, has taught me to let my heartfelt whispers go free and find their own home.  Some of those whispers are now slowing being released on my page @

If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram (if you have one) to the e-mail

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