Rockape : Writing

It happens everytime I sit...

It happens everytime I sit...

A Poem by Rockape


It happens every time I sitand try to tie my shoes,both my feet just disappearit sure gives me the blues.I’m sure my stomach isn’t large,i..
How odd to write a poem without rhyme

How odd to write a poem without rhyme

A Poem by Rockape


A blank verse iambic pentameter
Snakes hunt at night

Snakes hunt at night

A Poem by Rockape


Stealthily, slowly and silently, slipping throughundergrowth, overhead overweight branches grew.Dark and the mistiness masking its timelessnesstireles..
A winter warning

A winter warning

A Poem by Rockape


Fun with anapests
Ygdrasyl

Ygdrasyl

A Poem by Rockape


Norse mythology
Spanish plains

Spanish plains

A Poem by Rockape


These Spanish plains in Summer diebeneath a cloudless, cobalt sky,are nestled by the mountains feetwhere valley floor and foothills meet,beside great ..
A day on the beach

A day on the beach

A Poem by Rockape


Way back in early May I spied a lady on the beach,I winked and tipped my hat to her, but she seemed out of reach.An i-pod on, dark glasses on, a book ..
Listless London

Listless London

A Poem by Rockape


Just some fun with alliteration
The walk

The walk

A Poem by Rockape


With weary soul and heavy heart he standsand reaches for his winter coat and hat,he fumbles with his arthritic handsto lock the door into his dingy fl..
Thou shalt, or not - that is the question

Thou shalt, or not - that is the question

A Poem by Rockape


My Mother said - they must be true,they taught me what, and not to do,those homilies were sound advice.She didn’t have to tell me twice.The sayi..