Senryu 18
hungry morning chill searching for the sounds, the words in starving quiet
All posts tagged: poetry
Haiku 40
the morning shimmer holding the world silent, still in its ghostly grip
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
When the Light Fades
When the light fades Don’t go into the woods The leaves whisper and persuade When the light fades Roots tangle and invade It should be understood When the light fades Don’t go into the woods
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
Two Sentence Horror Story
The church is quiet as I light the last candle in the row, closing my eyes and murmuring a desperate prayer. A cold whisper of a draft blows against my neck, and when I open my eyes, my candle is the only one lit.
Muse of the Day
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
a delicate decay
slept too long, mushrooms bloomed a delicate decay beetles danced in the gloom slept too long, mushrooms bloomed the celebration will be over soon faded with the light of day slept too long, mushrooms bloomed a delicate decay
