All posts tagged: poetry

The Bite

The moon bathes you in a glow Eyes flutter and breathing slows Flowers shudder in a vase Thin shadows caress your face A silhouette looms in the door You wonder what it’s looking for Fog presses against the window panes You blood thunders in your veins The shadow looms with outstretched hands Time slips away like sand

Queen of Cups on Freeverse Revolution

Originally posted on FREE VERSE REVOLUTION:
Sea salt in her hair A breeze on her lips Her hands clasp a cup From which only she can drink ? Her throne a thousand pebbles Smoothed by sands of time Her crown woven by grasses From dunes rising tall behind ? The sky a cloudless blue Sunshine warms her face The sound of lapping waves Holds her in an embrace ? Eyes closed, head back Floating in an abyss In her mind’s eternal depths Nothing is amiss ? ? L. Stevens is an intj who loves learning about everything and filing it away for later. She finished second in little infinite’s first haiku contest and her poetry been featured by Pack Poetry and Freeverse Revolution. She writes short stories and poetry about the moon, darkness, and anything else lurking in the deep abyss of her imagination. Occasionally, rays of light shine through her work to contrast the shadows. everyday-strange.com @everydaystrangeblog

The Full Moon Will Rise

The sun slinks low to hide I breathe in the cold dry air The full moon will rise My search will take me far and wide Carrying a silver prayer The sun slinks low to hide The dimming sky offers a disguise Among the trees tall and bare The full moon will rise Stars will be my only guide Leading me to his lonely lair The sun slinks low to hide I’ll wait for the whites in his eyes My silver flash tearing through course hair The full moon will rise The woods will echo with cries From the beast I must ensnare The sun has slunk low to hide The full moon will rise

Queen of Cups

Sea salt in her hair A breeze on her lips Her hands clasp a cup From which only she can drink Her throne a thousand pebbles Smoothed by sands of time Her crown woven by grasses From dunes rising tall behind The sky a cloudless blue Sunshine warms her face The sound of lapping waves Holds her in an embrace Eyes closed, head back Floating in an abyss In her mind’s eternal depths Nothing is amiss