Touch soft the window on your way Whistle greetings where you may Through piney trees and rolling hill wander freely where you will But linger quiet in the stream And wake it from its icy dream. Dance free through rime encrusted trees Gait unhindered by leaf or leaves Bid barren branches to turn green Breath … Continue reading Breath of Spring
I knew her since my world was new When love lacked lust and eyes lacked dew I knew her as the joy-filled child with sunset hair and eyes so mild What have the years done with us? When did they our whimsy crush? All that's left of those two kids is nostalgia's sigh and damp … Continue reading The Source of Sorrow
Every girl I ever dated Every one I ever knew Had an aspect if conflated Would have added up to you. A pair of eyes, a turn of phrase The way they walked that held my gaze I didn't notice at the time Were pretty ghosts of you, sublime. With every love I've … Continue reading All that remains.
Some people say that hell is black Like some eternal godless night Some like to say that hell is red For penal fire and blood been shed But just ask me and I'll tell you right. I know that hell is white Hell is white like fallen snow Crisp and clean all down below … Continue reading The Color of Hell
This one's pretty personal. I wrote it spur of the moment when someone I care about needed a poem. So it's not my best work. My use of language and rhyme, cadence and meter are pretty much crap, but I was going through old Google docs and saw it so I figured I'd share. … Continue reading For a Hurting Girl
Fire cauldron burned with green and bubbles frothed out hot and mean The flame beneath glowed bright red and crackled as we raised the dead. Elouise with hair of gold And Daniel, her have and hold Chanted quiet by the cauldron flame While Frank and i slaughtered virgin game. The Nightly stars flicked … Continue reading The Rite
Another poem by fellow Blogger David Sleeper from Thechristiankarateka.wordpress.com Thank you for enabling my lack of content. You're the real hero here. Blessed that hill, forever, be The wretched mound called calvary Where my savior showed his love for me. He took with him my sin to die Then made a place above … Continue reading Guest post 2, The Place of The Skull