BlogHide Resteemskeskron (25)in poetry • 7 years agoA Chamber of HungerEndeavor not the moon that glares above. Do not walk into spectral woods unplanned. His haunt is there, he’ll take you where sharp shadows loom, macabre and grand. Because of this, I warn you…keskron (25)in poetry • 7 years agoWingsWithin imagination’s coldest caves Resounds a righteous screech of flapping wings. At night they overcome the conscious wave And raise the outcomes of the day as king. Embarking on adventures…keskron (25)in poem • 7 years agoWhite WallsI feel the white walls gazing down at me And watch the four faces ever watching. Somebody asks a question, only to Be silenced by hums of running water A peek into the past, memories then And…keskron (25)in poem • 7 years agoOsteopeniaUp the stair case five floors high, Holding back the urge to cry Out. From far below. Bellowing as knees crack Like aluminum foil. Up the stair case four floors high, Pops…keskron (25)in poetry • 7 years agoOn PoetsWhen the tongues of the poets preach wonderful words, and the echoes of nonsense from bodies are purged, understand that the songs can’t breathe life on their own before carefully learning to…resteemedcheah (69)in steempulp • 7 years agoSteemPulp Open Call: SWORDS OF SAINT VALENTINESaint Valentinus of Terni was a priest, a healer, and a hieromartyr. As a priest, Saint Valentine offered aid and succor to Christians in a time when persecution of Christians was a long-standing…keskron (25)in poem • 7 years agoGleamTo see that gait walk by the lunar glow When time has ceased its ever-constant flow A balance act of separate themes do clash When that good heart melts into ebon ash Those limbs that once were…keskron (25)in poem • 7 years agoModernityFrom meadows stewed with poppy and peace A melody across the atmosphere Descends from breaths of clouds. Along the east shores, galloping winds stumble through grass-loop gears, turning nature’s…keskron (25)in poetry • 7 years agoWishingI found a fountain gushing with promise. They gazed at its ripples with feverish lips Lapping for knowledge unknown to the tongue, Tasting loose limits with each wanting sip. Naivety spills…
