Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
A Queer Pair Of Boxers
He did, eventually,after discussions,and pleadings,sent to him,special delivery,the checkered ones.The thought behind itthis caving in,was 'who would..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Pyridoxine Dream
I wokethe drapes were drawnand darknessfrom my soulhad taken holdinside the housewheresounds have dieddue to neglectand beating heartsboth humans..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Prayer
God will you help me just today.I am confronted by a velvet skinned young maiden.Or should I say presented with her by the grace of...YOU?Her skin is..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Potpourri Of Everyday Rhymes
In thanking you I must agreethat rhyming gives me pleasure,and that it adds, by some degreeto people's reading treasure,to those who must show their..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Portrait
She stands, defiantly it seems,her pelvic bones in true lordosis,accentuating chiselled pectoralsfine rays of sunshine clingto those dividing lines..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Poly-Valentine
Tis Valentine so soon,they mentioned it todayand pointed to the special cards,three ninety-five,a hint of chocolateand lines to fillwith sweet and..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Poet Is A Unicorn
A poem is when it is borna trifle like a unicorn.It hovers in its growing stagedisplays, perhaps a bit of rageunbridled it can be and wetjust like a..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Poet
LP Gas. It's a second choice.Always has been. May as wellbe in the future, same as always.Nothing special, just the gas.Blowing bubbles, stinking..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Poem Needs No Rhyme To Be
Each poem, said the man, must rhymelest it be worth less than a dime.I think it is like presupposingthat lawns and gardens get a hosingthrough rubber..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Poem Named Saywell
I find, in life there are a fewwho'd treasure Cinderella's shoe.On Poemhunter's public squarethere is a frenzy (much to share) .I go, because I feel..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Poem For Our Juvies
The story of my uncle Fritzis made up of so many bitsit started with the age of zitsthen followed fifteen rowdy kidswho played with strangers..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Poem For Jerry H. ***
Updrafts are currents of warm air that rise,released by devils on request from friendly gods,selective they will help all moths and flieswith humans..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Pledge?
A Pledge?So black and white,to think of VOWs.Is there a need,for man to lockinto a tiny vaulta pledge of words,made up through timeand silly-putty..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Pledge
He'd promised her the world,of course she knew reality.A continent away, she sleptand dreamed about the manwhose eyes had focused onthe jewel of the..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Pity
When one is down inside oneselfand has some hidden gray agendas,when cobwebs of the inner minddo not conceal the rancid secrets,when one's sole horse..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Pile Of Leaves
A thousand leaves had fallenthe day he chose to go,so many thoughtful coloursperched on a drift of snow.The preacher and his flockwere out to hike..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Phone For You (Me)
I need, my sweet, a mobile phone.For you of course, for you alone.Perhaps a satellite with all its trim,so I can reach you at, the slightest..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Path
The path is narrow,potholed, with roots buttnosed,green needles falling offand sometimes cones.And near the clearing,by the Northern Moss, exposedis..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Passing
Maples, proudlyshowingscarlet leaves,in brazen wind.An icy prominence,he shufflesdown the path,well-lined bypowdered birches.No sound is heard,a..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Note To Mr. Wiffle
There once was a poet named Wiffle,he never wrote porno or piffle.Though the powers decreedhe had sinned and indeedhe repented and showed a small..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A New World
Is there a man who never atehis daily bread with tears,is there a man whose destined fateled to the land of fears?Is there a man who never..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A New Song
She was talking,addressing me,just words of course,to shoot the breeze,to place a cover onthat ever-present gap,the sound of silence,so common..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A New Pope
There was an election in Rome,and it was a true epitome.But they all carried knivesin their piteous lives,as they met in their ancient old dome.And..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A New Dilemma
She was not happyto be left, like surplus ironand promptly visitedthe night after the deal.She whispered sweetlythat whatever 'she' can do,meaning..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A New Day
Let dawn arise and send the dark away,dew drops of silver cling to budding leaves,reluctance marks the rebirth of the dayas spiders search for..
© Herbert Nehrlich