Anguish Poems
why wolves come in packs , why my mom left my dad
by Ella Sophia
it never came with conclusion as how the night took its time to raise a sunshine
to survive in the wild makes no sense for such a young wolf
to be part of a pack , to learn how to defend , avoid danger , hunt — crushed hares , bison , and moose
much more to be close to them all
blood dripping all the way to my mom’s home
at heightened peril of death , all lone and numb from hunger
wandering through unknown terrain , limping , some bones broken
no such scheme in mind for how the high spirits turned way upside down
to ponder why it unfolded just as it did
......
white sparkling wine
by Ella Sophia
poor girl keeps getting haunted
deep in mind , she’ll done be screaming
all words rushed down throat
throughout left and above , nothing made sense
jostled yet stayed
pinned up against all crosses ;
she’ll be living solely in delusion
fantasy at twenties , be fearless they say ,
here in square-tinted blue room
one knees bent crying it all-out confines of
......
The Echoing End
by Zynab Coroma
Take me to the light, the light at the end of the night.
A dangerous journey to begin, all alone this lonely path.
A path with thorns and weeds, that stabs upon my shallow skin.
The bleeding road ahead as danger lurk in shadows bend.
Where crows feast on deathly stench, the way ahead is cloud with pain.
The comfort of my deluded brain as flood of tears blinded my way.
A solitary mournful morning, no place to escape the anguish cry.
The hurt that curve the heart of this great creature sigh.
Nigh on the tunes of death as darkness swallow the shinning black knight…..
Lodestar
by Jack Riley
I've been walking a road
Long ago deserted
I've been walking alone
Spewing nonsense unheard of
Manufactured and cloned
They say he'll be coded
To be me again
The feeling is corrosive
I'm the grass you're trampling
I'm behind the mask I display
......
A Roses’ Kiss
by B DEWITT
Born in spring.
Vibrantly coloured and as open as the flames of passion;
truly regaling as life’s lover.
And yet,
dead by winter.
Harsh to touch and as crimson
as blood.
Contained within is a blackened heart; shrivelled, old, withered, and weak.
......
white sparkling wine
by Ella Sophia
poor girl keeps getting haunted
deep in mind , she’ll done be screaming
all words rushed down throat
throughout left and above , nothing made sense
jostled yet stayed
pinned up against all crosses ;
she’ll be living solely in delusion
fantasy at twenties , be fearless they say ,
here in square-tinted blue room
one knees bent crying it all-out confines of
......
why wolves come in packs , why my mom left my dad
by Ella Sophia
it never came with conclusion as how the night took its time to raise a sunshine
to survive in the wild makes no sense for such a young wolf
to be part of a pack , to learn how to defend , avoid danger , hunt — crushed hares , bison , and moose
much more to be close to them all
blood dripping all the way to my mom’s home
at heightened peril of death , all lone and numb from hunger
wandering through unknown terrain , limping , some bones broken
no such scheme in mind for how the high spirits turned way upside down
to ponder why it unfolded just as it did
......
Erato My Muse of Love and Poetry(Part 5)
by erato mymuse
His heart in great anguish cried, 'Love has forsaken me'
for love rejected and denied caused him such agony.
His all he'd give whate'er the cost to view her loveliness
but there's no hope for all was lost. Ahead such loneliness.
The foolish man a goddess wooed seeking to rise above
this earthly plain and be imbued with dear Erato's love.
So let us learn from his mistake and not aspire so high
but from this earth a lover take lest we too err and die
To See You Cry
by Tom Cameron
It breaks my heart to see you cry
An empty bottle and a letter to yourself
It breaks my heart to see you cry
To hold you is to be at home
Slowly but surely you are coming back to life
To hold you is to be at home
No-one knows what you mean
As it doesn't mean anything but to me
......
The Echoing End
by Zynab Coroma
Take me to the light, the light at the end of the night.
A dangerous journey to begin, all alone this lonely path.
A path with thorns and weeds, that stabs upon my shallow skin.
The bleeding road ahead as danger lurk in shadows bend.
Where crows feast on deathly stench, the way ahead is cloud with pain.
The comfort of my deluded brain as flood of tears blinded my way.
A solitary mournful morning, no place to escape the anguish cry.
The hurt that curve the heart of this great creature sigh.
Nigh on the tunes of death as darkness swallow the shinning black knight…..
