Category: Poems

He’s an old man in hospice dying
a few minutes before he dies
he sees his deceased wife
waiting for him in the afterlife

Bob Boyd

She became a binge drinker in college
She always got drunk at bars
At 2am one night she stumbled out of one
and fell into a serial killer’s web

Bob Boyd

Most cats in the Philippines are feral
there’s no pampering for them
they scrounge for food in the streets
theirs is a hard luck life

Bob Boyd

Friends said he could do better
she wasn’t pretty enough for him
but his friends could not see
how beautiful she was beyond her face

Bob Boyd

She married a rich man
loved the money at first
got bored without love
left him for a true love

Bob Boyd

There’s a werewolf after me
I always hear him howling
I hope like in the movies
a silver bullet will kill him

Bob Boyd

The summer sun is here
heating up my part of the world
heat seeping into my apartment
the whir of my fans spinning

Bob Boyd

She destroyed the hopes of my heart
like a bomb detonating inside of me
her weapon of mass destruction
a devastating heart-seeking no

Bob Boyd

People said the turbulent Mr and Mrs Denton
fought nearly every night like cats and dogs
It was no surprise when in the summer of 1977
the wife scratched her husband’s eyes out

Bob Boyd

At age 27 he saw the White Light
bright like the blazing noonday sun
it blew his mind with expanded consciousness
and he was irrevocably changed forever

Bob Boyd