Wastelands
Do I think
you can silence a poem
In a word
the answer is NO
Do I think
you can bridle a passion
You’d be better served
melting a stone
Do I think
you can marry tomorrow
Still married
to yesterday’s pain
Do I think
you can joyously wander
Locked in step
— with the devil again
(The New Room: February, 2025)
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Categories:
wastelands, lost,
Form: Rhyme
Wastelands
What good comes there from love at all
if no one feels the flame
If no one knows that there abides
such joy inside a heart
What
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Categories:
wastelands, how i feel, humanity,
Form: Free verse
Again Facing the Wastelands
In the chaos I was born, blue, cold, alone. the sickness of the air blistering my lungs with the stench of life. The infections rotting my flesh eating away the only thing I can call mine. Days of unfortunate chance, callousing and ripping away at my once bright soul. Through faith I lost everything and
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Categories:
wastelands, abuse, dark,
Form: Free verse
Ah Those Eyes
I wanted this
How'd the problems arise?
She sits there with sadness
In those forlorn eyes
But it's not really sadness that I see
What she's actually doing is pitying me
They move to the wall
I sit there in inexplicable shame
Waiting for those damn eyes to look at me again
Those loves gone eyes, wastelands
Floor, door and then the ceiling
Then back
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Categories:
wastelands, hurt, lost love, pride,
Form: Rhyme
The Wastelands
The sun reached down
Almost as if to the ground
Bleaching the skulls and the bones
Wind rustled, rustled the ash
Gently kissing the faces of the dead
Parting with a sorrow it should be said
Nevermore would the faces rise
It was the end of earth
What touched the sky
Dauntless I set ‘cross the land
A grim determination set
Fractious in its demands
A final
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Categories:
wastelands, sad, science, science fiction,
Form: Free verse
Upon Now Gardened Wastelands
We two amidst the wastelands walked
Where heroes fell and mad ghosts leapt.
There slaughtered angels we beheld
With trembling eyelids moist yet brave,
Alone, so drear the gathering Dark!
And you, small vessel, cracked with grief-
By storm,no less assailed...
From haunted trails through orchards thorns,
Their bitter fruit by tears well suckled,
We'd tarried toiled and tasted much
At Sorrow's depthless winepress,
'Til chanced
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Categories:
wastelands, depression, girlfriend-boyfriend, lost love,
Form: Imagism