Fragments of the unknown
Nothing is as it first looks
Fragments of the unknown
A face unravels, torn and split,
Eyes adrift where shadows sit.
A bird with wings of fractured light,
Pierces through the thinning night.
A doll with cracks, its silent scream,
An hourglass spills a dying dream.
Lips unmoving, lost in space,
Memory clings to a hollowed face.
A ribbon coils, a tethered thread,
Binding whispers long since dead.
Scattered pearls like drops of sin,
Falling deeper, caving in.
The walls dissolve, the echoes grow,
Time unmakes what we must know.
A dream, a mask, a shattered skin,
Where does the ending begin?
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Upon the North, where winter holds its sway, The frigid nights descend with solemn grace, A silent, diamond dust along the way, And moonbeams carve the shadows of the place. The wind, a ghost that whispers through the pines, Doth chill the very breath that leaves the lip, The ground is bound by frosted, silver lines, And stars, like scattered jewels, their vigil keep. The long dark hours demand a sheltered rest, Where firelight dances on the hearth's warm stones, And weary souls are welcomed to the nest, To chase the biting cold from blood and bones. Yet in this chill, a stark, pure beauty lies, Reflected in the vast and endless skies.
By Vinn Blackabout 14 hours ago in Poets
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Good job on this poem that is thought provoking.
Magnificent. Makes me wonder when all the nightmares end and peaceful sleep takes hold - even when I'm awake.