George Jacob is a strategic marketing professional based in Greater Philadelphia.
All tagged poetry
End of the World
The beach on a fall night is a terrifying and beautiful end of the world.
Second Chances: A Sonnet
We scratch our heads in wait of what to say,
And only know the words when the time has passed.
We're always sure tomorrow, but wrong today,
Our lives missed opportunities amassed.
Lines (a Ballade)
Sam makes a right onto Broadway,
Where she’s meeting her mom for tea.
It’s two o’clock on a Thursday,
and the sun glares through the trees.