All posts tagged: rhyme

A Crimson Moon

under a crimson moon

Twitching

The earth twitches when the sun shines down Warming the dirt Awaking what’s underground  fingers stretch unbound  formally inert The earth twitches when the sun shines down eyes open to crumbling shrouds newly alert Awaking what’s underground  moaning drifts from old burial mounds unsettling concert  The earth twitches when the sun shines down villagers flee from the sound quickly desert Awaking what’s underground  sunbeams shimmer all around Warming the dirt The earth twitches when the sun shines down Awaking what’s underground

Dark and Grey

I was supposed to write about flowers today but they are hidden in their graves the sky is dark and gray I was supposed to write about flowers today the rain drives my thoughts astray the bulbs lay in earthen caves I was supposed to write about flowers today but they’re hidden in their graves

Stains

Keep your whispers to yourself I’d rather listen to the rain Don’t hiss them at anybody else Keep your whispers to yourself Store them bottled on a shelf I don’t want to hear your stains Keep your whispers to yourself I’d rather listen to the rain

Featured: The Vultures

Originally posted on FREE VERSE REVOLUTION:
The vultures stare, what does it mean? Does something wicked this way come? Nothing is as it seems ? They gather silently in the trees  No one knows where from The vultures stare, what does it mean? ? They peck at my heart upon my sleeve Gray in judgment: cold in blood Nothing is as it seems ? Love is blind, and lovers cannot see Rough winds do shake the darling buds The vultures stare, what does it mean? ? Happiness takes his leave. Rain pounds earth into mud  Nothing is as it seems ? To be, or not to be? The tides surge and valleys flood The vultures stared, what did it mean? Nothing is as it seemed ? ? 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 has been featured by Pack Poetry, Freeverse Revolution, and Heretics, Lovers and Madmen.  She writes short stories and poetry about…

Sharing Our Truths: The Mask – L. Stevens

Originally posted on Brave & Reckless:
Call me what you will Never forget you made me to protect you from what kills Call me what you will a shield, a shroud, still no guarantee Call me what you will Never forget. You made me 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 has 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. More of her work can be read at Everyday Strange and on Instagram @everydaystrangeblog.  

A Night on Bald Mountain

The sun is setting and night is near A devil is coming under cloak of night Cling to anything you hold dear Through your shutters vampires will leer looking for pale necks to bite The sun is setting and night is near Listen closely, can you hear incantations the witches recite? Cling to anything you hold dear On the mountaintop a strange shape will appear His horns and claws a fearsome sight The sun is setting and night is near When you smell the stench of forty thousand years A rank perfume curdled with the scent of fright Cling to anything you hold dear Listen closely, can you hear? Chernobog arrives under cloak of night The sun has set and night is here Cling to anything you hold dear ******* Day 15 of NaPoWriMo challenged us to write a poem based on our favorite type of music. I instantly thought of A Night on Bald Mountain. Fantasia was my favorite movies of growing up, especially the dramatic ending pairing A Night on Bald Mountain with …