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Zoe Crout Poem
My glass heart is empty
It’s been cracked and filled and cracked and filled.
I know your eyes as I know mine to cry
You beautiful, cracked thing.
It’s been too many years to count and care
Love and memories will carelessly fall from your hair.
“I love you” I wish to say, as you say only to the people around you.
You and I sit side by side,
With carelessly wide careful eyes.
I fight with you almost every night,
But I’m asleep before you can make sure we’re alright.
You and I like making art
Like making mess, and spewing heart.
But vase of dying flowers I’m sad,
This heart of mine can hold no man.
My trust is broken, maybe true
But I still trust my love for you.
Though no response I got from your image. You spoke, I felt “I love you too”
Copyright © Zoe Crout | Year Posted 2025
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Zoe Crout Poem
This leaf an arm from its tree
Which reached out for
But wasn’t freed
It fell, like she fell
Down two more floors
Then the one where she was supposed to stand
Wind raked through a blush of veins
And spread like hair on her face
A hand like her had fallen short
Of holding on and holding fort
Eyes that look upon blurry face
witness it fall
With sunflower grace of movement
Forever slow
She witnesses as host of all
This loss of glow
Finally, a pull of gaunt
Dragging vestige pulled her forth
She had fallen she had fell
Now she stands among herself
Hand in her own hair she pulls it to her own
And eye of tree which does not see witnesses
The hand which held it had been long gone
And forgotten pulse had forsworn host
So ghostly death of amber leaf
Looked down upon its image
And dragged its hands through dying veins
As rotting wood and greying hands
Took visage of a rotting home
From eye of wood detached from hand
And so therefore detached from soul
Witness grace from separate brains
And witness that grace die
Copyright © Zoe Crout | Year Posted 2026
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Zoe Crout Poem
When I walk through a blink of a garden
That hugs my legs
And calls my mother
To come collect these shards of broken glass
I felt it on the kick of my leg
With hours and more hours spent
Asking for a chance to restart
There wasn’t even a miracle
To call and ask for a redo
I felt the pain when the bullet hit my skull
Because I’m a far cry from preschool
And I’m not dressing up any leg wounds
It never really was a simple time
I want to bleed on a classroom chair
And ask my future why I went there
I want to see the lights start to dim
When I was locked in the lovers shed
With pair of dice and grenade pin
I cut my hair with the heart that seemed to break
Because I’m not at the bloody creek
I’m drowning in the heart
And I do miss the way the stars would burn me up
It’s been a long day with meteors
And it’s not for the faint of all
It’s only another day, another laugh
I lost my soul in a blink of a garden
I sold my heart to game called do it
I’m never gonna get a restart
There's a heart inside that starts to blink
And a mind so blind it starts to think
I wish I still had the guts I left inside a kitchen sink
I’m holding my breath
But my breath fights back
And if I would sink
I wouldn’t sink like that
If I’m never gonna get a restart
I’m gonna fight with a will called “move!”
And I’m gonna die like I meant to do
With a piece of glass still stuck in the back of my throat.
Copyright © Zoe Crout | Year Posted 2025
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There is no slave of Hecate
it’s sea soft shell saves and covers me
though no bliss unaware
but the pull of her hair
drags her back to reality
though sand soft curves
It limestone hurts
your pink poker hands
on fire they burn
and prick at the skin
of a lizards sin
there is no slave of our Hecate
with twisted nails
filled: grime and mail
brush liquid lines
on cupids cry
find black dog spines
not in her eyes
but wool worn lies
darken the skies
hello to a friend of Hecate.
Copyright © Zoe Crout | Year Posted 2025
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You lay your only son on a pyre.
Blood dipped in sweat he calls out to you and claws at your sleeves
The very cloth on you is unmoving and unshaking.
He screams unrelentless tones but you are not there to see it.
You are elsewhere, you are where your wish is.
I strike at the fire like it will free me, but it surpasses me in both strength and experience.
When I find I have lost you, I find thorns on my burns.
I have known you not long enough to leave scars on your life
but I am unrecognisably hurt in the flames of my prison.
Blood and sweat are torn away from me.
Burnt, gone
Then I am slowly taken by heat
Your gone
Your eyes, voice, life, a memory.
Slowly, softly, haunting it clings to me.
I barely heard the wish I died for,
It was for you to have a child.
I hear it from a distance
I heave my last cry
Only the fire hears me.
Copyright © Zoe Crout | Year Posted 2025
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Once on a day of ice and cold
I set out to build my home a throne
Dead cold pricked my skin
And reminded me of its breath
I sat upon a polished rock of guilt
But that too wanted me dead
Through more nights and days then I could count
I built the best seat in man
Not gold it was made from, thorns and courage
Told stories of history to keep it intact
Alone late spring, it felt no longer hostile
Hopes and dreams sewn in a seat of roses
It smiled to me from a distance
And brought warmth to my home
My castle of history built on senile stone
Now turned into gardens of beautiful greens
The wind brushed my hair gently
And I felt the warmth of it hold me
And ask me my name.
Copyright © Zoe Crout | Year Posted 2025
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Wind cannot shatter your tree of glass
Your performance of involvement pushes you afar
A moon can shine with euphoric light
It shines and tries to avoid its dark side
But you stand, shifting, alive and in place
Hands steady
Shakes buried
Somewhere not today.
Your breath a sign of angels
Your soul not out of place
A beauty in your angles
And not a line of hate
You chose this path
Here not tomorrow
Not to live in the past
To be chained by a sorrow.
It’s a beauty this distress
To be chained as the best
A wish became a lie or hope
Until you found you were far from home
This feeling to belong
In the sleeves of an angel
Took and killed the parts of you
Until your wish became true
All that's left is a husk of memory
Made into human by hopes of divinity
Is it too late to regret
Changing what was said
A choice spoken to a soul of glass
To be changed and be made into a tree of man
Now all that's left
Is the choice of man
But you think you might like to change one instead.
Copyright © Zoe Crout | Year Posted 2025
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You bury your only dog beneath a home of desecrated poppies.
Pup frozen from years of neglect, full of ignorance and stained of regret.
You claw at the dirt like one of the far-gone soldiers, and the earth knows better but to serve you.
You lay his body down Heavy, limp and soundless.
His wide eyes the color of heartbreak and broken promises, his coarse fur kissed by the signs of war.
You wear the same marks, you have the same saintless past,
But your fate is not the same.
War was your mother; she taught you learn once, not twice. She taught you dogs die and you were reborn by your own hand, born with thorns for skin and poison in your breath.
Dog and Human,
Killed and killer,
One was inhuman the other was a self-created monster.
There is a fear on the dog's face that you can only dream of. Pure light consumed by the darkness. a child of war, taken by a river of blood and the fear that led to his death.
And you wish you had the humanity to grieve.
Copyright © Zoe Crout | Year Posted 2025
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You’ll kill your only dog because you don’t remember the sound of a bullet like him.
The sea rises
The sea consumes
The sea doesn’t give back
You’ll fear a never coming fire after you hear your cousin burnt alive and hide from the smoke you don’t inhale.
The sea rises
The sea consumes
The sea doesn’t give back
When you looked at an unfamiliar face and at unfamiliar people and watched their charred skin and face wrinkled and bent from screaming and crying didn’t you think of your own home.
Slow reaction
Slow movement
Slow to help a different home
When you looked through your eyes and saw devastation, did you help them, or did you crawl in your bed and throw plastic to the birds to eat in your sorrow?
Slow reaction
Slow movement
Slow to help a different home
When the sea rose and the sky fell didn’t you forget such long ago that you learnt of the reality. Did you forget in the following months while eating ice cream from the tub in the welcome of your home about those who lost everything they owned to people like you?
The climate moves
The climate changes
The climate takes as you took from it
Who did you hurt and why don’t you know their faces?
Copyright © Zoe Crout | Year Posted 2025
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My heart was breathing rapidly
My ears were thrumming silence
Filled with the joy
That came up beside me
I was seeing sounds that spoke
Into my moving mind
It took one glance and told me
That I would never die
Breathing knowledge
Thinking truth
Speaking to the all of you
I sound was rest upon my shoulders
Lifting me to speak louder
I saw the truth float through the air
And sit down beside you
I knew it then
That I would never die.
Copyright © Zoe Crout | Year Posted 2025
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