Andrew Hawkins : Writing

The Retreat

The Retreat

A Poem by Andrew Hawkins


The RetreatIs there a place that one can goto truly be aloneto escape the hustle of our livesand traffics monotoneIs there a place where I can sitnote..
Sex Tanka

Sex Tanka

A Poem by Andrew Hawkins


Sex tankaA stifled whimperThe sight of your back archingHands gripping at sheetsHead turned toward the mirrorWatching with eyes wide open.
Would you share your snow with me?

Would you share your snow with me?

A Poem by Andrew Hawkins


Would you share your snow with me?I would share with you each flake that falls,and every inch of snow.I would share with you the scenery,of everywhere..
The imbalance of man

The imbalance of man

A Poem by Andrew Hawkins


The Imbalance of ManWe divert rivers for desert fountainsMine the very souls of mountainsyet we cannot spare the cash to feed the poorElection hopeful..
Lessons

Lessons

A Poem by Andrew Hawkins


LessonsThe people that come into our livesdo so for a reasonIt may only be for a day or a monthor maybe just a seasonBut when two paths cross, no matt..
The one that got away?

The one that got away?

A Poem by Andrew Hawkins


The one that got away...Am I someones "one that got away"?Do I keep them awake at night,with regrets that thing's weren't different,that they'd not gi..
Un-pretentious Poetry

Un-pretentious Poetry

A Poem by Andrew Hawkins


Un-pretentious PoetryI write tidy little poemsuncomplicated rhymesto paint for you a picturecontained within its linesI have no time for flowery words..
Poems

Poems

A Poem by Andrew Hawkins


Poemswhat else but a poemcan take you from this placeto somewhere else in historysomewhere else in spaceto a time of greater happinessor the depths of..
A poem should be real aloud...

A poem should be real aloud...

A Poem by Andrew Hawkins


A poem should be read aloud...A poem should be read aloudwhether to one’s self or to a crowdIt’s meaning lies in being heardand not the sh..
Where does a poem come from?

Where does a poem come from?

A Poem by Andrew Hawkins


Where does a poem come from?What is this thing that comes to meand tells me what to writesometimes in the early morningor in the middle of the nightIt..