I wrote you an abyss drop into infinity by my blackout fist I wrote you an abyss sealed with a dark kiss your midnight misery I wrote you an abyss drop into infinity
A cry rings out, loud and shrill Rustling, was that feathers? Shadows shift, the birds are still Bitter taste, another pill Thin assurance, it’s just the weather A cry rings out, loud and shrill Claws scratching, on my window sill Barricade the door, for good measure Shadows shift, the birds are still Threading sheets through bars gives me a thrill The doorknob rattles, expressing it’s displeasure A cry rings out, loud and shrill They want to pick me apart, against my will Bang bang, the door cracks under pressure Shadows shift, the birds are still Muscles tense, poised to kill Beak and skin clash together A cry rings out, loud and shrill Shadows shift, the birds are still ******** Just added this villanelle to Dverse’s open link night! Be sure to visit them for more great poetry.
my electricity is always buzzing at a low hum an undercurrent bouncing between my temporal lobes barely perceptible until inspiration flares high voltage crackling jumping down my spine through my finger tips
Page from Death of a Postman by John Creasey
When the moon glows before the sun sets And the scent of honeysuckle hangs in the air Artemis appears as a wispy silhouette When the moon glows before the sun sets Her perfect aim can fill a man with arrows of regret Protector of all maidens fair When the moon glows before the sun sets And the scent of honeysuckle hangs in the air
mist slowly gathers forms a shape silhouette of a woman apparition
of goddess three the wisest is me the moon rising up, you’ll see the dead walking free immune weaving tree to tree only I won’t flee attuned ********* The latest form challenge at Dverse is a Lai poem, which follows the below syllable and rhyme scheme. Coming up with two syllable lines was quite a challenge! (a) (Five syllables) (a) (Five syllables) (b) (Two syllables) (a) (Five syllables) (a) (Five syllables) (b) (two syllables (a) (Five syllables) (a) (Five syllables) (b) (Two syllables)
A Feline’s Tuesday Afternoon a black cat deftly eating flies gnats hornets in jumps keeping luring mice near opening pouncing quick running spilling tucked under vanquished with x’s yummy zzzz’s ************* Day 19 of NaPoWriMo challenged poets to write an abecedarian poem, in which there are 26 words in alphabetical order. I might’ve copped out a little at the end, but I had fun writing it!
dark smoke gathers hoof steps thump the ground stone angels weep the ground glows red before me sparks fly into the night dark smoke gathers a long exhale fans my cheek a guttural snort rumbles in my ear hoofsteps thump the ground long horns spiral into the night black eyes meet my gaze stone angels weep ******************************* Day 13 of NaPoWriMo challenged poets to write something spooky and mysterious, and this non-rhyming cascade poem was my contribution.
I come from dark places Old books with dusty pages My imagination filling empty spaces I am the soft sighs of wise sages The clink of keys unlocking dank cages I come from dark places I am crimson roses in black vases Piercing stares from solemn faces Old books with dusty pages A shimmer of the Fates’ graces I am shards of light traveling through the ages My imagination filling empty spaces *********** I’ve finally finished my cascade poem for Amaya’s Dverse cascade poem challenge, thanks to today’s prompt from NaPoWriMo, which challenges us to write a poem about our origins, taking inspiration from Safia Elhillo’s poem, Origin Stories.