Rick Stassi Poetry

personal pathways in Poetry

a voice

  • glorious love

    Words I hear that fail me Are like fruit long dried Plucked from the tree. Clearly hope does not rise- Passed the shore, Over mountains, From tales of yore. But rather given- From a dove, Within my heart, From glorious love. Rick Stassi emanatingjoy(c) 2023 Read more

  • these times

    These times shall occur, Oft wanted so, A loving touch A celestial glow. Eyes that look Deep into despair, To carry the burden, My heart cannot bear. Rick Stassi (c) 2011-2022 Read more

  • Perfect Love

    Do I really float upon whimsical seas? Rudderless, hopeless, in random breeze. Or does hope arrive on descended dove. To lead, to nurture, with perfect love. (C) 2021 Rick Stassi Read more

  • dreams

    peering deep inside my soul, fearless abyss awaits my curious and peering eyes. wandering in the solitude of darkness, a black hole absorbs light and childhood frivolity holding onto the last glimpse of innocence. Why can I not see in to what secretly peers out of the void? I lost so many parts of my Read more

  • Pensive

    Springing, seeping, waters flow. Lithely, floating, Autumn glow. Waxing, moaning, harvest sky. Closing eyes, sorrowful cry. (c) 2021 Rick Stassi Read more