Richard Dotson, Jr. : Writing

Spew The Venom

Spew The Venom

A Poem by Richard Dotson, Jr.


The world makes no sense, like setting up camping gear when you chill in your back yard. Utter nonsense like saying you but your staff ain’t ha..
The Morning After 2002

The Morning After 2002

A Poem by Richard Dotson, Jr.


Here it is the morning after, a new day which brings new opportunities as new chances present themselves. I still think of us even though we’re ..
The Morning After

The Morning After

A Poem by Richard Dotson, Jr.


Here it is the morning after, a new day which brings new opportunities as new chances present themselves. I still think of us even though we’re ..
����Burn

����Burn

A Poem by Richard Dotson, Jr.


She stays on mind so I can’t help but to think of her. Oblivious to the fact of what I had to offer. Thoughts of her brings a smile to my face..
Sealed With A Kiss

Sealed With A Kiss

A Poem by Richard Dotson, Jr.


I’ve been infatuated with you since the first sight. When you’re not around, I can visualize you in the shadows of the night. I admire e..
The End Of Daylight: A trip down the proverbial dark tunnel

The End Of Daylight: A trip down the proverbial da..

A Poem by Richard Dotson, Jr.


They took you away from me, like jewelry taken by a fleeing thief in the night. You were always there for me, but now you’re gone and I have no..
Unchained Spirits

Unchained Spirits

A Poem by Richard Dotson, Jr.


It's been a while since we had a heart to heart talk. I love everything about you from your pretty eyes to the sexy way you walk. I admit that we ha..
The One That Got Away

The One That Got Away

A Poem by Richard Dotson, Jr.


It's been a while since we had a heart to heart talk. I love everything about you from your pretty eyes to the sexy way you walk. I admit that we ha..
Reflections

Reflections

A Poem by Richard Dotson, Jr.


It's tough to be a free spirit in a world so compressed. I'm a peaceful man so why am I so depressed? I’m the dominant being in this regime, b..
Golden Fantasy

Golden Fantasy

A Poem by Richard Dotson, Jr.


Do you feel me caressing, your soft, golden skin? Our minds bond as our souls merge deep within. How did it feel when I gazed into your big, brown e..