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Tag: poetry
Unapologetic Freedom | Poem #jibberjabber
Hello and hello! This is a little something I made for the Jibber Jabber with Sue daily word prompt! The word of the day is free. ~ Forgot to say what I meant as fast and as honest as possible Forgot where to look when speaking to someone brand new Forgot to abstain from looking…
strawberry whipped cream | poem
a silly nostalgia poem. enjoy! I remember a few years ago when I was rather young we went to the state of Florida and played for awhile in the sun. Then my aunt showed me inside the cold aisles of a store a tub of pink whipped cream I said it looked delicious and then…
what could they know?
what could they if they could?
Siren Days | Poem
red noise the kind of red you can’t see but the kind you can hear blaring and constant like all the news around you rich red, red noise ~ Sammicakes
night and all | poem
night and all the sounds that wander night and all the weird things you can conjure night and all the bad thoughts that fester night and all the dreams you plan night and all the good memories from the past night and all the visions you see night and all the music you listen to…
Storms on an Easter Sunday
In the middle of writing stories for scholarships and virtual church services there is a light gray storm forming outside my window. It is not violent or on the surface all that threatening but when a force hides its ability to be menacing it keeps the people at large fearful and uneasy. It may be…
Clockwork Reversed | Poem
To fall to falter To stir to stop A drop of poison to reverse the clock To trip to tremble To pause from pain 5 more drops till you feel something again — I wonder if there is meaning in getting better. I wonder if my memory matters. Is my brain needed in all the…
flicker out | poem
what a short, miserable life you have lived born in a tree and dead in the styx marshes of despair and pity and pain all of your own accord, nothing more to sustain irreproachable on paper, but ultimately flawed in practice and design hanging from street lamps as if you’re alive what a short, miserable…
Can you hear it? | Dark Hero Poem
Rustling to scurrying. Stirs to sprints. Murmurs to growls. Heavens silent, and Hell raising itself loud. To curse the child Of a line unfit For Kings don’t replace Kings Without a war to win. Can you hear it? Can you hear? Can you? They were roaring… they were ready… ~ Hello and hello! I took…
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