You’re Eye’s Excite Me Your eyes hold me, not cruel but burning. They pull me into fire, I can not escape. They flash with secrets,
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Make My Future Look Bright I open my hands to the morning, sunlight spilling over my fingers, I want the world to see me,
Falling From Grace Once I stood. In light. Chosen. Crowned. But grace slips. It falls. It breaks. I reached too far.
Egyptian Lovers They met by the Nile, water flowing like a secret hands brushing over the reeds, eyes catching sun and shadow.
Autumn Winds Wind tears through the trees Robins stitch the fiery leaves Autumn storms in gold
Autumn Breathes Golden leaves descend Robins hum a gentle tune Autumn breathes softly
The Haunted House haiku The most haunted house No one dares to cross its door Only death resides
Colour Me In The sky waits for my brush, grey clouds folding into my hands, I reach for red, blue, yellow, to drench the world in possibility.
The Most Haunted Mansion The mansion stands, no birds fly there. Windows blind, doors forever shut. Ivy crawls like veins,
Fallen To Die Fallen leaves gather A lone robin surveys them Autumn holds its breath
I Seen Him Under the Ice The Devil The pond froze heavy, grey glass over the hollow. I walked alone, my breath showing.
I sat in my garden at dusk My evening reverie brusque Watching insects dance among botanical musk When a dragonfly landed,
By Amos Glade4 months ago in Poets
