Category Archives: Poems

Birds Singing in Trees

Birds singing in trees
seem happy and serene.
But look how they scatter
when you approach them
when they’re on the ground.

Despite the fact they are
always singing like carefree
birds, at any moment a hawk
could swoop down and kill
one or more of them.

It’s almost like their singing
is a charade to mask the
fear they have inside.

Perhaps it’s a defense
mechanism to attempt to
ease their constant fears
and their necessary paranoia.

Bob Boyd

It’s 2:40 am

It’s 2:40 am, and I’m beginning
to write my daily poems.
For reasons unknown, Ideas
always come into my head.
It’s almost effortless, and it
feels good to create daily.
Sometimes I think how it’s
amazing that I started
writing poems at age 76.
And even more amazing
that I keep writing them.

Bob Boyd

I Write Poems Everyday

I write poems everyday.
I’ve been writing them
for over 2 years.
It’s like a hunger
I have to feed.
I don’t write poems to
try to publish them.
I just write them for
myself and my mind.
At the least it’s a
great hobby that
also is good for my
mind and my soul.

Bob Boyd

The Good Kid

He was a good kid who wanted to be a plumber
until he got involved with some delinquents
shot a person to death in a botched robbery
now the good kid turned murderer rots in prison

Bob Boyd

Procreation

Everything procreates, ever notice that
I think that’s the reason for romantic love,
procreation despite the gushing about it
making babies and nothing more

Bob Boyd

A Missed Romantic Opportunity

When he came home after 4 years being away
he learned Denise had had a crush on him
four years too late after she had married
oh how he regretted that missed opportunity

Bob Boyd

The Mother-In-Law Who Didn’t Like Him

He had a mother-in-law who for no
justifiable reasons didn’t like him.
So he grew to dislike her as much
as she didn’t like him.
When she died of cancer, he took
no relief or pleasure in that.
Actually, he prayed for her, hoping
she made it to heaven.

Bob Boyd

The Death of a Young Woman

She senses she’s closer to the grave.
The cancer has eaten her up.
Her dreams keep getting more vivid.
In her last dream she sees her
twenty eight years of life before her.
Then came the tunnel of white light.
Her body drew it’s final breath, and
her freed soul made it to heaven.

Bob Boyd

The Unsolved Disappearance

Mark and Frank were deep in a forest
when the forest suddenly went quiet.
No birds singing, no bugs buzzing,
nothing, total unnerving silence.
And they knew the silence was like
a bad omen, and that it was time to leave.
But just as they were about to leave, Poof!
Frank was gone, just vanished instantly
right in front of Mark’s shocked eyes.
When Mark reported the incident to the
police, he became a person of interest
until the case, unsolved, went cold.
And to this day, Frank remains missing.

Bob Boyd

A Bear That Hunts Humans

I found out today there’s a bear
that hunts humans.

At first I was thinking maybe it’s
the ferocious black bear.

The kind of bear you’re not
supposed to play dead with

if they’re about to attack you,
unlike with the brown bear.

But lo and behold, the bear
that hunts humans is the

900 to 1,600 lb polar bear.
The size alone is scary, and

thank God they’re living
far away in the Arctic regions.

Bob Boyd

Stricken With Mental Illness

Why do some people have to
suffer mental illness

through no fault of their own,
nothing they did to deserve it?

I hate the unfairness of that,
as if they’re slighted from birth.

Disadvantaged more than most,
sometimes debilitated.

Of course, some go on to do
great things.

But, why did they have to suffer
mental illness when most do not?

I wish I could wave a magic wand
and rid the world of mental illness.

And set all people with mental health
conditions free permanently.

Bob Boyd

A Hell in the Afterlife

I don’t believe in a hell per se.
But I can imagine a hell in the afterlife.
Being in a place forever with some
people you didn’t like in this life.
I once read people you don’t like
would be likable in the afterlife.
Somehow I just can’t believe it.
I really don’t think some people
could be changed, even by death.
But I hope I’m mistaken –
just in case.

Bob Boyd

People Vanishing

Many people in this world vanish.
Some are never found.
I’ve heard some do it on purpose.
And I’ve wondered what it would
be like to vanish with a new identity.
I imagine it would be a bit exciting,
like starting a new adventure.
In a way I’ve vanished before
when I relocated from one city
to another city and began a new life.

Bob Boyd

Toxic Femininity

Often women degrade men
with phrases like toxic masculinity
they should take a look in the mirror
at their toxic femininity and their Missandry

Bob Boyd