Warsong (dedicated to warwitch)
Warwitch is a name I'll never forget, Iron clad will and a strong lass, She'll bring the house down with her smile, And chop your fingers if you touch her hair! See the madness in her fiery eyes, When the child of Venus set his arrows on her,
MAGICK
There's a veil in this life one dark, one light to each soul it is your poison Magick; For the one I found is a mystery everchangling Conjures spirits in the night to the restless intoxicating scryes that peer deep Magick; a mystery, seducti
In The Dark Woods
The night was dark, much darker than A night like this should be Though moon was out and shining bright It did not reach through the trees The silence here was absolute Even the wind was deathly still No faintest creak of swaying tree Or rus
Drinkin
I'll learn eventually ...or maybe not
give me
GIVE ME Give me the wind and i'll give you breath sustaining your life when you have none left Give me the moon and i'll show you light leading the way when you have no fight Give me the strength and i'll give you power blooming in sunshine
Sad Poem
Just thinking of some random things that are depressing. Work and the raining cold day helped.
schizophrenia
We are fine...all of us ??
Rubber Kisses
This world of hope and dreams,locked away behind steel laden walls never to be. Fake kisses with a goal,hiding behind a canopy of lies. Soulless dreams in a puritanical fantasy, this is what virtual love has become to me.
To have...To have not..
A few general observations about the rich/poor divide in todays materialistic societies....
Hansel and Gretel Retold
I heard this story told on Mama's Family Season 4. The one where Mama has to babysit a mean kid. It is a funny episode as this kid ties mama up, fills the bathroom with shaving lather, draws on her table clothe, and many other pranks.
Street People
Wednesday afternoon from Biloxi, Mississippi...
in this life
this poet has a hard time understanding why it always seems that the kind-hearted people seem to get the worst diseases..so i question why? we've all been to this place before..this is just my words,but it still doesn't answer why?
space time
i had a dream like seaweed creeping over inside dark horse in hell floating upside down in a pond within a jelly like substance taking over the brain cutting haxsaw tearing beauty asunder grinding down pain look into this soul in
Green
Jealousy is an all consuming thing that destroys you from the inside out!
Afflicted...Wayra
Ty Linda...cool format. .goood to get outside the box now and then..tho i know i flavoured it my own brand of madness...
The Seeker
Beneath a purple votive sky He twists and turns and screams out ‘Why’ But everywhere he turns and seeks Nothing there, in the silence no-one speaks In pain and despair he sits and cries While overhead a lone angel flies ‘Oh God!’ he calls, ‘c
Liars
Hearing lots of BS lately
Heart surgery
Wouldn't that be nice...
The Sheol
Inspired by the Hebrew concept of the Sheol where the dead go and exist as shades...The Hebrew King Saul sought the Witch of Endor to summon the shade or spirit of the prophet Samuel..
feast of all souls
A heavy weight Black shadows Upon the shoulders Halloween night Passover of souls Lead heavy As wings fall Expelled from The garden That of Eden Bent down In grief I cried love lived My burning passion Shattered to be
Death of truth
Stuck in a world where truth has died darts of lies sting my insides They burn a hole so deep guts and gore spill to the floor I pick them up blood oozing between my fingers Hot and sticky I may die as I stare in horror Sinister voices try to l
Crow Girl
A dark tragedy!
Homeless writing
I am a published writer with print books on Amazon. Check out 'Searching for Lydia'; I have PTSD from working in too mny war zones around the world. So I named my condition, 'Lydia', and made her into a lovely, dark haired, green eyed ghost that adores me and will never leave me. One either deals with it, or eats a bullet. The writing of free verse is a wonderful diversion; just a moment of practicing. Thanks for allowing me to visit.
Midnight Moonrise
Referencing Cynthia, an alternative name for the Greek moon goddess Artemis. I don't know what possessed me to write this.
I'm a strange poet
There you are, I have some most beautiful friends here on PC, now don't send me any ears! Soph xx
Nightmares
just because they exist
Magic...(kickit challenge)
Wicked fun...
Overcast
There's a sadness, Deep and vast, When I open up the past, Dark stormy memories flash, Briefly driving shadows back, Illuminating forgotten facts, Till I slowly close the hatch, And leave them in the inky black...
The Old Millstone
Once an old mill stood near an old covered bridge..and all that remains of the mill is the old millstone that now rests half buried in the streambed...below the falls...under the bridge...down an old dirt road late this fall creates my mood in free verse.
snake
you entered my garden hiding the truth you entered eden laying waste her beauty as your ugly head of truth appeared in your lies you ate the apple destroying a beautiful love creating a vile nightmare as you show me hell hurt so heartfel
Sleepless
Insomnia..
Dark Angel (couplet)
Her radiance hidden from sight the Dark Angel stalks the night secret dark paths she follows her quiver full of poison arrows Searching for the evil hearts to tear apart sweethearts carry off the essence of soul leaving the other without con
The Dark Call
thinking about desires, and the need to remain logical and not surrender to those desires... don't know if to call this a poem though...or whether it is dark poetry or fantasy...maybe both
Secret Eyes
A fire beneath
Dynamite
Anger Management
The Hardening (Part 3)
Writing these poems have been fun. I don't know yet where it will end. I do know bringing these characters alive out into the open is in its self a dance. Thank you for reading and allowing them for a brief time to enter your domain.
The Shadow
This poem is about our dark reflection image..."The Shadow" Editor: Marikia Written: 15 March 2013
King Kong
I get awful angry sometimes...
The Change
Metaphorically speaking old gets replaced with new once it has done its purpose.
Freedom of a Nomad
No love should come with a price.
he still kills
I dont know know to say i dont know what to do it only happens when i think of you you haunt my mind and destory my dreams i cannot get away from you no matter how hard i try the only color i know see is red as it slides down the pressure
Spirit I Know You.
finding your own spirit