Mouthless Poems - Poems about Mouthless

...Shh.. be quiet, Let there be peace- Rapid, racing thoughts that just won't cease. It's constant chaos in my mind- It's peace I seek, but that's not what I find. Screaming within- Misery & ......Read the rest...

...I can hear the mouthless wind, loudly howling outside my window. Its wingless unseeable form whipping through the leafless trees. Ridding the branches wildly, blowing falling flakes onto every a......Read the rest...

...Eroding names on long-faced headstones, a small graveyard marooned on a patch of past; long rooted and confined while beside it 2022 blares unseeing past the forgotten lot. An old-fangled Ameri......Read the rest...

...I can hear the mouthless wind loudly howling outside my window Its wingless unseeable form whipping through the leafless trees riding the branches wildly And blowing falling flakes onto ......Read the rest...

...I've seen the silent night hurled at me again, my feelings mouthless, a cut deeper than fresh wound cupped a strange fantasy of expression inside - Another gory fear danced to itself in my sou......Read the rest...

...Does society treat you the way you want it to, or are there some things that could use a tweak here and there? Do people judge you without even knowing you? Do you feel oppressed? Are you a vict......Read the rest...

...More pains and, we are all gone! More troubles; we would all perish! More sorrows; we would all vanish! More agony; we would all died! More misery; the tears would flow more! No one to fix our c......Read the rest...

...WORLD APART, STRANGERS I made her a monster of loneliness The day we became strangers I mourdered her feelings and emotions That was once a blosom of roses Tears fell from her eyes many days ......Read the rest...

...In longest night of pitch-dark space you disappear like an arrow. No star brightens your face. Rumor was cruising like a bat on streets to capture the gullible victim on winter solstice. The snow w......Read the rest...

...Lines on forehead are deepening. No signs of abatement of fire in our bellies. The hunger we inherited is only comforting the mouthless. Broken laughs. Strange bedfellows chopping off the......Read the rest...

...Blood Curdled at The Chilling Quill 3 The night is too quiet for breathing The faces form Swelling from the pitch oily; floats Mouthless screaming Into monstrous caverns Where fang-ed te......Read the rest...