I don’t write a lot of romantic poetry. But sometimes the Muses present me with words that are quite lovely and must be shared. Especially

Featuring the Poetry of PS Conway
I don’t write a lot of romantic poetry. But sometimes the Muses present me with words that are quite lovely and must be shared. Especially
Communication. The key to relationships. My grandmother always touted it, and no truer words have ever been spoken. What happens when we cease communicating? When
This sad, affecting poem reminds me of so many different things… but especially the enduring power of true love. Call me a romantic, but learning
My Twitter friend, Martii, was my Muse for this poem. She lives in Norway and asked me to write a poem that reflects the boredom
I adore this poem. Amongst my faves. Also one of the first pieces I wrote in 2020 (and forgot to add it when I built
What’s old is new again? This was one of the first poems I ever wrote in 2020. After a nightmare. Waking up soaked in sweat
I love post-apocalypse stories. As a poet, for me, it’s essential to focus as much on the human intimacies as it is on the story.
Love on the rocks. Oy, sorry, Sisyphus. Pun intended. I think everyone can relate to this story and allusion where labors yield pointless results. Exacerbated
There are only 2 books in the Christian bible that do not directly mention god: Esther and Song of Solomon. Also known as Song of
The year 2020 will forever be synonymous with loss and loneliness. This poem is dedicated to those who survive and persevere. Those with the dignity
Sometimes, in my mind’s ear, I hear old stories and myths retold as a different period piece. Combine that with my relentless obsession with Westerns
For millennia, the cardinal has represented a spirit guide. Appearing to us as a representation of those we have loved and lost. My wife tragically
Love, memories, nostalgia. The poignancy can make your heart swell so full until it’s ready to explode, only to then be rent asunder at the
Ah, l’amour. But not just love… the love of a lifetime. A love for the Ages. But for any love to endure the trials of
Is there anything more tragic than love that is not returned? Shakespeare was the master of capturing “unrequited love.” With this poem, that theme is
A story of ascension, both physically and metaphysically. All of us are on our own paths toward ascension, flying toward the arms of god. **
This poem resonates deeply with me. Sad and illusive. Perhaps we have all stood at one point in our lives at the edge of that
Welcome to that twilight space between dreams where senses merge and fail. One of my earliest and most favorite explorations of the unification between angsty
Time for things pagan and for things to die, including love. Nature as a metaphor is so often a wonderful status check on our relationships.