Emotions strike the match,

Fueling passionate poetry

Adding much-needed fluidity,

To the ink-slinging.


Personalizing cartography;

The map to my mind

Is designed

Through my writing.


– O.D ©2018


Art by:  ryky

Irresistible, She Is.


Another verse to add to the Poetry, To Me series. What can I say; I love poetry.




Highly irresistible,

Permeating your visuals,

An unfailing presence;

The very essence

Of her ultra-magnetic aesthetic.


– O.D ©2018


Art by: cos22




If not lamentable

That he takes pride

In being the obstacle,

That blocks the light

At the end of the tunnel.


– O.D ©2018


Art by: yuumei



“I love you”

Cut to

“Love you”

You start to wonder

If it’s still true.


– O.D ©2018


Art by: kvacm



She is,

Ecstatically Enigmatic

Very much so,

Like the universe’s




– O.D ©2015


Art by: yuumei

Ethereal Ink #Revisited


Watch me, when I write,

Glimmer in my eyes,

Purposeful attempts to excavate

The golden thread of knowledge

Embedded within the carvings

Of my mind’s given design;

I create knots and loops

With the cursive ink

Knitting pages together

With a pattern

Of my choosing.


– O.D ©2016


Photograph by:  MikkoLagerstedt

Beauty #Revisited


Arduous task, witnessing her true beauty

When she finds peace and pleasure

In hiding her intentions

Behind the darkest veil

She so intricately designed.


– Original-Dante ©2017


Photograph by: clausch99

Pain (?)


Where others see only pain

Or other emotions believed to be a threat

To the preservation of ones’ sanity

A poet sees opportunity; fuel; unconventional greasing

For a door hinge that reveals a path,

A path littered with forks;

Forks, that lead to the many avenues housing

Uncharted spaces of the mind.


– O.D. ©2018


Art by: yuumei

What I Saw/What She Saw #Revisited


Forgive her,

For only realizing too late,

That when you wrote her something,

You did not see lines, stanzas

Or the occasional rhymes;

Rather, you only saw yourself

Giving her a piece,

Of your soul.


– O.D. ©2016


Photograph by: yuumei

Colour Of The Night.


Among stars that mark their space,

Glimmering atop the colour of darkness;

Shimmering more or shimmering less,

Really makes no difference, to my personal fulfilment.


Instead, it is playing a part in the magic

That colours the night sky, with much needed ethereal flair

That is, quite simply, more than enough for me.


– O.D. ©2018


Art by: kvacm