Torques Poems - Poems about Torques

...Hate is a feast for crows. Feast your eyes, instead, on love. —by poet Singsong of Spring Caw of unseen crow and chorus of potentially pretty wings. Singsong may have inter......

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...Widsith the Far-Traveler, Part II ancient Anglo-Saxon poem loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Hrothulf and Hrothgar, uncle and nephew, for a long time kept a careful peace tog......

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...The Wyrdes were like the Fates, controlling human destinies. The Wanderer ancient Anglo-Saxon poem translation by Michael R. Burch “The one who wanders alone longs for mercy, longs for grace......

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...Oh on onlookers oversized overridden octagonal oceanographic organised octaves A shrouded sinister sparkle said hello to a dish cloth today. But the array of plates, pans and cutlery shouted in pr......

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...In this my own midnight of temporary madness awash in the anxieties of fearsome chasing shadows the sheets are hot the pillow no longer cold on either side the clock switches gears rotates sideways......

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...Aren't we always running into a problem we must face each day of our lives? Bashing our brain countless times while the damage torques the very fabrics of our minds? Captured and Controlled by imp......

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...The wedding bells are ringing but there never was a groom. A meddler softly singing in the corner of the room begins to Rise on legs of eight I count, a spider some might say. Proudly as if descen......

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