Hello and welcome to my complete poetry collection.  This page will be regularly updated, as I post new poems and other material each week.  If you enjoy the poem collection, you may share them or post them elsewhere with a link back to my website and credit given.

Distractions, Poem by James Wadman

Incandescent like the course of lovers intertwined,
We were stoic, eclipsed by the night’s open sky
Beneath these hearts ruptured and loss left behind,
We’ve forgotten what it means to just get by.

 

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Anthology of Life & Science

I present the Anthology of Life and Science Poetry Collection, a brief testament to some of the poems I released on my blog over the last year.  It is important to me that my poetry remains a way to engage readers in a dialogue about our lives and our natural world.

Dissonance, poem by James Wadman

I feel the way we’re flashing, like splashes
from stones skipping across glazed water
barely penetrating the surface.
I fear the way we wasted serotonin
On silicon screens and not each other,
Knowing it is never enough to scream.
And wherever we sink in this river
Our edges will smooth in circuitry,
We’ll persist like precious gems
But it’s not enough for me.

 

Conditional, poem by James Wadman

I touched her cheek as if I could take her
away from the secrets that claw at her heart,
when sorrow climbs from her own creations
unseen to the world aside from her maker,
they settle like white snow on her coat.
She says there is no prayer or beauty
if her story ends in sorrow and snow.
And when I can’t steal her from dark,
she says the face of a hero does not suit me.
But these little if’s and when’s mean nothing.
I still see the sun on the snow in the skies
and a glimpse of the remedy in your eyes.

Conditional (Reworked)

I touched her cheek as if I could take her
away from the secrets that claw at her heart,
when sorrow climbs from her own creations
unseen to the world aside from her maker,
they settle like white snow on her coat.
She says there is no prayer of beauty
if I end her story in sorrow and snow.
And when I can’t steal her from dark,
she says the face of a hero does not suit me.
But these little if’s and when’s mean nothing:
I still see the sun on the snow in the skies
and a glimpse of the remedy in your eyes.

 

The Weight of a Heartbeat, poem by James Wadman

Streaks of a painted sunset fall away over the earth
The finches follow the young stars back home.
They close their eyes; a world of marvel overtakes them
And there begins in the night a story of rebirth.
I wonder if a finch can measure
The weight of a heartbeat against the setting sun
Or the touch of the wind that guides her home.
What is still sculpted in reverie once she
Finds her way home from the stars above?
For all who read the stars can dream
In a fabric woven of faith and love.

 

First Untitled, poem by James Wadman

I saw the beach on which stood
from the sands of my own shore.
I read your story from stars in the sky
and in that one light
shining in diamond-yellow
was the you I had known before.

And though I followed the sunset
I could not be by your side.
I called out above the crashing waves
so that just one bird
flying in the night
could bring you my good-bye.

My melody in her beak, away she flew
hoping to find her way to you
but no, a bird cannot fly
to the shores of an endless sea
no, a bird cannot fly
a lost life back to me.

 

Arrival, poem by James Wadman

I saw a dove glide among ether’s banks
Floating away like a love lost to silence.
In a perfect yellow sunrise,
The dove was a part of silver-white skies
As only a gentle figure in the clouds
If not for her glistening black eyes
And her songbird cries.

 

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The Whole Story, Poem by James Wadman

I was breathlessly anchored among the calm ripples of a blown glass ocean when I first saw you, carrying the weight of the sunrise on your shoulders.

 

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As it Dawned Upon Me, Poem by James Wadman

I stand in a white dawn,
Naïve of the foreshadowed genesis
of an unwritten chapter.
The color of vintage falls from the sky
Where once the stars
of infinite reign shined.
Do we ever think of dawn as the end?
Only in words do we describe dawn with sunrise
But now all I see is the stars as they set.
As I close my eyes to transcend,
                                    to transcend.
I’ll find my way to the beginning again.

 

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Ships Off Course, Poem by James Wadman

I count the city stars on one hand
I wonder who chose which ones get to shine.
The clouds flutter to the end of the earth
like ships off course
I wonder what they meant
I am alone with just words in my head
Before the night goes silent.

 

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The Prayer, Poem by James Wadman

Who knows if a prayer that never
reaches heaven will fall?
But if it should land again on this earth,
may my words be a seed
to a farm with no flower
or the rain to a village
that dreams not to thirst?
May my prayers be heard
by the child who believes
but just needs more power
or the man and woman
who put their love first.
If heaven can’t hear my words,
then may my words fall
may they scatter like the sunshine
so that my prayer is not for me—
my prayer is for all

 

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Larger Gravitation, Poem by James Wadman

I’ll revolve around
the light that shines
from days I used to know
still I smile,
though not a single revolution
takes me closer to home.

 

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To Break the Silence, Poem by James Wadman

I chose to conceal my voice for several months to refresh my mind and to ensure that what I wrote truly had purpose.  To start the new year I wish to break the silence with a poem I wrote about something that has played a very important role in my life recently: music.  This is my latest poem, entitled To Break the Silence.

I want to hear the crashing waves with you
and the songs of birds running from the storm
while we sit there still
watching the sky fade from blue.

I’ll promise never to part ways with you
for as long as the evenings still end,
the mornings shine,
and the angels hold their tune.

So I promise I will wait for you
in those silent mornings before the sky falls,
one day vibrations coy to you ears
might provoke your mind
to sing to you heart
and then, just then,
you will hear the music, too.

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Invisible Perhaps, Poem by James Wadman

Tonight the walls of my heart may collapse
But in my chest a soul still stands,
invisible perhaps.
As a time forgotten is not erased,
A wildfire’s ember is still a flame.

 

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Sympathy for the Bird Who Struggles to Fly, Poem by James Wadman

I see you through the window
Upon a pale sunset sky
Where grey clouds have gathered,
Your broken wings tender in flight.
I promise to you I’ll stay here
Looking towards the sunset sky
Watching, waiting, longing
For you to be out of sight.

 

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A Morning Poetry Collection, Poems by James Wadman

Serenity

It is a far out serenity I can merely taste
Like the waves crashing deep at sea
Or the ice in the clouds before the rain–
A hint to who I’m supposed to be.

Serenity, Part II

Like skipping in meadows beneath the sun
The tables turn from dusk to dawn
Still, from dark clouds I turn to run
To hear again the song I once won.

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Man in the Moon, Poem by James Wadman

Delighted, I step
with one foot in the moonlight
Just to feel
transcendence in pale flight.
The child in me sees
the only star in the sky
Whose face I can still look eye to eye.

 

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Winter White Dream, Poem by James Wadman

Balanced on a string so ambivalently in the wind
The frost masks our fate from where we fly
Unwinding,
As the world behind becomes smaller.

With a whisper from the chill of winter wind,
I am provoked to speak, as you turn and smile
I see how simple falling in love can be
When all we know is you and me.

But it matters only to hear your voice,
To know your name.
For soon your smile beckons the sun
And the blue sky unearths my heaven.

When you turn left, I will turn right
I’ll follow the guidance of sunlight
To remember you only
From the white snow of heaven
Falling upon a cable car
Always true to its destination.

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3 thoughts on “The Poem Collection of James Wadman

  1. becausethisishowissaythings

    Firstly, thanks so much for following my blog, I’m glad you liked it. I love your poem, First Untitled, it’s rather beautiful, also love the kind of whimsy of Man in the Moon. Also a little unrelated, are the photographs yours? they’re great.
    Anyway, thanks for stopping by my blog, I will make sure to come back here too.

  2. James Wadman Post author

    Thanks for stopping by. To answer your question, the photographs are a mix of my images/edits, my brother’s images/edits (you can find his website here: SentientSentry.com), and pictures taken from Unsplash.com (a stock photo website to which my brother and I frequently share our images). I am trying to use more and more of my own/my brother’s images these days, but I really just look to find the best images for the content on any particular day. I’m glad you enjoy!

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