#48

Thrashing silence exhumes, my mind from the deep. The still vibrations. Overpower the outside squabble. Thundering waves rout a slumbering shore. Moments of Tranquility subjugate callous times As I lay here, in ditherness and ennui. I find new, gratitude in the deafening Lull.

Oh, angel, angel, listen to me! I heard your call, I know you're here. Here, here Another sob errupts Here, my dear please do come A tough night it is, is it not? The demon's confused Angel, where'd that come from? Nothing dear, nothing at all. C...

two unfinished or extremely short poems. you can use them if you want, just give proper credit if you choose to copy some lines. one. - in this fragile moment spring awakens she kisses the sun-drop red-lipped veins of the earth pads through tartarus broken and bloody and unscathed two....

... Sometimes the shortest poems have the longest back stories, and this is just an example, because this poem is good-bye. .... ---I'll be back---

》》----------{☆}----------《《 Greetings, you breathtaking poets! The results of the weekend challenge #48 are here! Once again I had the chance to read all your amazing poetry! The entries absolutely took my breath away and I've enjoyed reading all the amazing poems! I'd like to star...

‘My blade is red, and I have come to take your crown’ 🗡 :crown: My blade is red, the crown is his Crimson maps adorn my skin Memories of the hurt The sorrow and the sin Atop a head so swollen The crown shall remain Fueled by whimpers The subjects of shame But then, some...

We shall never speak Of the hill on 48th street The tragedy that struck was too much for people To handle A tornado struck and we saw her fly I watched it all happen and didn't know why There were red white and pink Roses all about to bloom And she should have known better For the sky was getting ...