Morney : Writing

I AM A POET

I AM A POET

A Poem by Morney


My most serious poem *ever* :)
Friends And Nothing More

Friends And Nothing More

A Poem by Morney


An old poem.
Nothing

Nothing

A Poem by Morney


Nothing. Nothing I can do. Nothing I will ever do can make amends with you. Nothing. Nothing I have got. Nothing I will ever have can make me..
The Rapist Who Pays The Rent

The Rapist Who Pays The Rent

A Poem by Morney


The faceless stranger in a dark alleyway, He jumps, he grabs, he takes – no he won’t pay. Once there was blue calm, now red seethes the ..
Whiskey

Whiskey

A Poem by Morney


This was really notes for a poem, but my cat, Whiskey, died a few months later and I couldn't make myself rewrite it for a long time, then I decided I..
Your Blue Hour (for Sylvia Plath)

Your Blue Hour (for Sylvia Plath)

A Poem by Morney


A tribute, for so many reasons.
Without Whiskey

Without Whiskey

A Poem by Morney


The first year after my 16 year old cat died.
When The Cradle Falls

When The Cradle Falls

A Poem by Morney


Haunted.
To You, J-L

To You, J-L

A Poem by Morney


1. I cried when I heard you were born - jinxed perhaps, child, perhaps blessed. Part of her, part of him. None of me. Not conceived in love, ..
This Room

This Room

A Poem by Morney


Trapped.