Jon Roggie : Writing

Never know where I'm going

Never know where I'm going

A Poem by Jon Roggie


It's true.I don't have a plan.Just observations, looking into the world around.Conversations with friends.Each worth saving, signpost of miles past.
Maybe I should eat

Maybe I should eat

A Poem by Jon Roggie


Garden writing.
Word across the fire

Word across the fire

A Poem by Jon Roggie


Meaning can be overwhelming.Honesty.Brought about by the side of a campfire, or something more dear.Time where the words are ignored.Feelings, advice,..
Do not choose an easy word.

Do not choose an easy word.

A Poem by Jon Roggie


If you want to keep my attention, choose your words wisely.Don't try sway me with one word or phrase.Start with one of the taboo cards, you will need ..
Brought to my attention.

Brought to my attention.

A Poem by Jon Roggie


Even in a spot of creativity, ego finds a way to try to destroyAll i can do is shake my head.Restrain from responseNot as if those who need to learn a..
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More than words.

More than words.

A Poem by Jon Roggie


You have to see what is behind them.Even if they are few.A moment of humor, may be shadowing a deeper gloom.Hand to a friend, reciprocal support.So us..
May I just give a wink or a smile?

May I just give a wink or a smile?

A Poem by Jon Roggie


I understand your system.Granting points for a few extra words.I could care less.Use few words, and try to share some feeling.Recognize a moment of ta..
Always a different path

Always a different path

A Poem by Jon Roggie


Find my way, just take a different journey.Why march forward, following steps etched in stone?Miss the surrounding thoughts and creations.Look at the ..
Never enough time

Never enough time

A Poem by Jon Roggie


Something I am constantly reminded.Leads to choosing few words, while hopefully giving a chance to think.Titles have become my first line.My way of se..
Peak into a summer long past

Peak into a summer long past

A Poem by Jon Roggie


A simple recollection. A memory of your own to truly understand.Courtyard of the hostel, gathering eyes, just by having the thirty of us grouping.Some..