Husks Poems - Poems about Husks

...I detest cowards who cower at night's darkness, afraid of shadows and their own demons. Fear is a thief that steals courage and leaves only cowardice in its wake. Be a warrior, not a weakling......Read the rest...

...Under the velvet of night, where shadows dance and secrets murmur, Lies the playful essence of the deepest consciousness, unbound by reason or constraint, A fire of frivolity, flickering and blazin......Read the rest...

...As I ascend the podium, a predator of piquant pontifications, my eyes ravage the assemblage of adversaries, their countenances a canvas of consternation and morbid fascination. The atmosphere is heav......Read the rest...

... Two old men. That’s all; not much to look at. Their frail, broken shadows shrunk against the sunny morning Brightness slowly searching its way through gnarled branches Overhead, and crisscross......Read the rest...

... August bleeds thoughts of harvest, picking crops shortly, corn husks, rustling leaves in earth tones crimson shadows, bustling golden meadows indigo skies blessed with gushing raindrops ......Read the rest...

...Grimoire enchantress beguiles vetala invictus, slicka min kisse, hehe just kidding, just a u’i lata spreading sugar, a sweet gift. A snarl like smile crosses my countenance as I manifest into a deity......Read the rest...

...(Piece is intended to be the most complex vocabulary gothic ever) Grandiloquence, mellifluous pulchritudinous, gaiety of quintessential moistening serendipity, bile deluge if you show the sangu......Read the rest...

...Dusk marks stygian depths of this eldritch eve quay grim specter beneath the moon's silvery sheath surf cleaves with a hiss as the banshees keen weave lure to the thicket where shadows deceive yet be......Read the rest...

...Looking at My Hands By - Roger White Pallid skin, once luminescent, now brown and stained like husks. Gaunt fingers, once straight, now gnarled and twisted like twigs. I lament where my hands hav......Read the rest...

...Beneath the pall of an eldritch moon, the library, a mausoleum of forgotten epochs, loomed ominously. Its silhouette, birth......Read the rest...

...The garden you planted is regrowing, Just like you said it would— But the desolate husks of last summer’s foliage Still stand stark; Everlasting monuments Of what once was. Yet time marches ......Read the rest...

...My day began with mommy making beef patties all morning I helped cutting the veggies for the curry soup while sipping ginger beer I remembered the curry for her special curry goat we were p......Read the rest...

...Beneath the cobalt sky, where legends are spun, Island life unfolds, as traced by the sun. Amidst the palms, a verdant ballet, A choreography of chores, in the island's sway. Fishing boats gent......Read the rest...

...("Untitled", aka "The Crawling Eye", 2018, original encaustic) Paranoid Eyes We live in the old part of town Where the walls have ears And the dark, eyes We have learned to watch Wh......Read the rest...

...On sandy beaches and along fertile riverbanks, In fecund soil and in lush green plantations, Coconut trees stand tall towering into the sky. They are benevolent palms at the service of......Read the rest...