A collection of some of my very amateur poetry.
poem © Jeffrey Beaty
November 4, 2015 — 10pm
8 lines
[UPDATE: check out the much better final version of this poem.]
Listening to a brief autumn thunderstorm move through tonight had me feeling a bit maudlin and inspired me to write this very short bit of poetry. Read the Poem
poem © Jeffrey Beaty
February 18, 2015
8 lines
The Greatest Gift by Jeffrey Beaty What do you do for a soul you love more than your own Continue reading Poem: The Greatest Gift
poem © Jeffrey Beaty
December 11, 2014 — 8-10pm
48 lines Continue reading Poem: I want to join your Fight
poem © Jeffrey Beaty
January 31, 2011 — 1:45am
20 lines
Like most of my poetry from the past, this is a little bit of wallowing in depression it seems. I don’t write much poetry anymore. I don’t know if that means I’m less depressed or less creative than I once was.
To any old friends who are reading this and might feel uncomfortable… Don’t. The poem is a bit of maudlin dribble, but it is also secretly enjoying past versions of ourselves, and is merely an experiment in writing.
Anyway, I kind of like this bit of reminiscing about old friends. In part I like the structure of choppy sentences, its reference to “in jokes” that no one else would get, and the way it turns at the end to wonder if others ever feel the same. Continue reading Poem: It was nice knowing you when
poem © Jeffrey Beaty
September 1993 — 19 lines
Written after a late night visit to the top of the “sail” (conning tower) of the USS Pasadena, SSN 752, a nuclear submarine that was making way on the surface of the Persian Gulf.
