Haiku Poems: Free the Monster
Pull me from the dark – for you’ve resurrected me. Once dead, I now breathe. Am I poetry – thoughts exhumed from darkened souls, striving to reach light? Or am… Continue reading
Pull me from the dark – for you’ve resurrected me. Once dead, I now breathe. Am I poetry – thoughts exhumed from darkened souls, striving to reach light? Or am… Continue reading
Blue lives with me here. He likes to frown and sip tea that’s made from my tears. By Poet Rummager Fabulous Event Contributors When I’m in motion, I can express my emotion. But… Continue reading
I’ll be your love monster. Ferocious in my hugs for you. Little nibbling bites here and there – on your earlobes, too. I’ll roar on mountaintops. I’ll roar on seashores. I’ll roar from… Continue reading
Photograph by Nadia Szopinska of freeimages.com The monster builds walls – saying he’ll protect us all. That proves to be false. What he builds is hate – an all-encompassing gate. Goodwill kept… Continue reading
The beauty in this world is heart stirring – yet when shadows attack, the colors bleed, and rivers once clear now gush red with grief. I grasp my darkness with both hands… Continue reading
Photo by –FlyTrapMan– The Dusk Fingertips on her skin. Shivering yet warm. Chilled to the touch, yet his eyes burn. Frantic beating of hearts. Lips softly meeting. Forever is whispered with no… Continue reading
Photo by freeimages.com It sprung from the grass – a hungry plant with sharp teeth bit at my bare feet. MicroFilm by FTM Moving Pictures https://www.flickr.com/photos/atomicslaps/24218169114/in/dateposted/ Click HERE to visit… Continue reading
Julia’s Dream – Part II, III and IV (By Nick Gibbs Poetry) Julia’s tale During these hard months Takes a different turn But is equally redolent Of unrequited tragedy
Taps (By Na trioblóidí) I had a recurring dream. Nightmares are nothing new to me, but this one was different. I was running from someone (or something). I had a stabbing pain in… Continue reading
Will You Be My Friend? (By –FlyTrapMan–) I’m smelly, mean, and hairy, Claws, black eyes, twisted horn and an open maw. Drooling puss—the stuff nightmares are made from. All the little kids… Continue reading