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Though born in New Jersey, John W. May has lived in Colorado all of his life. He currently works in the field of ophthalmology and loves to mountain bike and read history. John first became a lover of poetry in 2008 after having read a poem by John Milton. He has been reading and studying the works of various poets since. Among his favorite poets are Emily Dickinson, Fyodor Tyutchev and W. B. Yeats.

Submitted Poems 28 total

The Witch of Aberdeen

She lived outside of Aberdeen
Where Scotland woods stood glum and gray
Above a cavern in between
The rising moon and setting day.
Her laughter seemed to plague the night—

    That is, as some would say;
And oft, through yonder...

by John W. May

added 1 year ago
On Dreaming

I often wonder with a grin
What imagery my dreams might show:
I blanket deep, pull covers in,
And ponder how my dreams will go ...

For in the haunt of last night's tale
A dreadful cavern opened wide,
And in a frenzy dogs of hell

by John W. May

added 3 months ago
The Sculptor

With joy he set upon the stone
Releasing from its marble tomb
The likeness of a lovely maid
Whose grandeur filled the humble room.
What hapless rock this used to be,
Half-figured now, she seemed a god:
The more his chisel carved her shape,

by John W. May

added 2 months ago
The Huguenot

"Love knows not its own depth until the hour
of separation." –Khalil Gibran

The orange moon ascends beyond the leaves
Like a child's balloon—upward it looms
Against nebulous night; upward it heaves
Its ancient amber light until it...

by John W. May

added 5 months ago
State of Nature

"I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself."
–D.H. Lawrence

Within some grassland's patchy heath
Of emerald and of springtime sedge,
Where wild grasses grow beneath
A bulging, sloping burrow's edge,—
A prairie dog is grazing free,

by John W. May

added 6 months ago

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Favorite Poets 21 total

Voted Poems 170 total

Collection 148 total

Latest Comments: 344 total
Kierkegaard’s phrase “not wanting in despair to be oneself” kept coming to mind as I read this piece. I think it was the lines ‘how nice it can be / being another’ along with the fourth stanza and the poem overall.

Love the simplicity of the stanzas and the complexity of the language—especially the contrasts throughout (e.g. stanzas four and five).

Poems about identity conundrums and our place in the world are almost always powerful as most people are able to relate to the struggle of them. Excellent piece!

7 days ago

I’m so full I could sleep for weeks! Hahaha … happy Thanksgiving to you as well.

11 days ago

The unfortunate truth is that this poem of yours is probably relatable to most people. Wonderful imagery. Excellent ending.

16 days ago

Wow, Je … this poem is like a cookie cutter for most of the politicians who are ‘running’ the world.

And man! I love your use of language. Vivid vivid imagery!

17 days ago

Boo! I wanted to comment on your Shakespearean style poem. I thought it was really well done.

18 days ago

Incidentally, I read the following quote earlier today:

“Fortunately, some are born with spiritual immune systems that sooner or later give rejection to the illusory worldview grafted upon them from birth through social conditioning. They begin sensing that something is amiss, and start looking for answers. Inner knowledge and anomalous outer experiences show them a side of reality others are oblivious to, and so begins their journey of awakening. Each step of the journey is made by following the heart instead of following the crowd and by choosing knowledge over the veils of ignorance.”

–Henri Bergson

18 days ago

Incredibly intense!—pearly shiny sepulchers on the outside, but rot and death within.

18 days ago

I completely agree: seems like the further back into the past we go, the more brutal. I’m therefore also grateful that I wasn’t born back then.

But then I stand and look about and marvel at the world we live in today: so much evil and darkness intermixed with so much beauty. I don’t get it, sometimes. And sometimes it causes me no small amount of anxiety. But then other times (often I should add) Benevolence and Beauty and Meaning prevail.

I often wonder if, in a century or two from now—if those succeeding generations will look back on us and dread the thought of living in our times.

18 days ago

Fine work! Boy, what journey this life is indeed. The way you wrote this poem, with its cadence and intermittent repetitions, caused me to feel like I was caught in a back and forth temporal haze of time travel and memory. Love the language you use to achieve this …

Incidentally, I’ve been reading this philosopher (Henri Bergson) whose works orbit around the ontological status of memory and how the past is still organically a ‘part’ of everything that currently is. That coincidence just made you poem that much more interesting and relatable.

Again, fine work …

18 days ago

Charlotte, thank you for stopping by and leaving that nice comment. I think any writer hearing that their work has ‘transported’ a reader to another place—I think they would be profoundly grateful.

Thank you. You made my day.

18 days ago

So happy that you ARE sharing your works. I know you have a handful of fans (myself included) who really appreciate your obvious ability with words along with the very relatable subjects you chose. I'm always eager to see what you (and others) are going to submit.
Strange, though ... from other conversations I've had, there are A LOT of people here who are posting their works who previously would have never thought of doing so. I don't know why this is trending, but it makes me incredibly happy that people feel safe enough here to express themselves openly through verse.
I hope more 'vagabond poets' are able to find a home somewhere for their works.

18 days ago

Adam, thank you! I've really been fired up lately by having read so many remarkable pieces on this site. Your works, among many others I've come across here, have deeply inspired me to dive in a little deeper. Thank you thank you! 

18 days ago

Brandi (aka B)! that is too kind of you to say. It was a fun poem to work on. Those words of yours: "... a garden where those of us still dream ..." beautiful words that could easily serve as a foundation for a poem in its own right. Just saying ...
Thank you again for stopping by and commenting. 

18 days ago

The imagery and metaphors are really good, and the message of the poem incredibly (and tragically) deep. Oh, what I would do to mend those hellish rifts that divides humans from humans.

18 days ago

Congratulations on the win! Loved the structure and positive message of this piece.

18 days ago


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