Phillip Garcia Poet Rhyme

What Might They Find There

What Might They Find There

Obsidian suctions lost withered time

Through sugar-sweet veins thick-coated in grime;

Guitars strummed by orphans accompany space

Wrapped ‘round bloody throats choked in lavender lace;

Visceral heat-waves escape frozen eyes

Peering directly at sun-thirsty skies;

Questions are whispered in tossed away silence

Where hatred and anger form an alliance;

Steps trip while walking through this cruel black hole,

Steer clear, I beg you, my baritone soul.

 
9/18/2016

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Beautiful Scars September 20, 2016 at 8:44 PM Wow Phillip...speechless here in Michigan...congratulations on your placement in the contest :)-luloo Phillip Garcia September 20, 2016 at 8:47 PM If I had a nickel for everytime I left a woman from Michigan speechless.... Alas, it should be i congratulating you. Stop hogging all the trophies dang it ;)

Wendy Rycroft September 18, 2016 at 3:14 PM You're the poet x it's in your soul x great poem x Phillip Garcia September 18, 2016 at 3:15 PM Thank you very much Ms Wendy :)