A poem of the times.
Blood and Metal
You can break my skin
but you won’t break my soul
A second, a pinch,
my freedom lies within.
*
Blood against metal
Machine against soul
These bones won’t break
These eyes won’t shut
Free Will is in my blood.
free style poetry
The Zombie Wife
Listening to the news may trigger an emotional response. In this case, a poem.
The Zombie Wife
Shattered, dry, tired, weak
broken spirit, broken will.
He stole her life, he cut her wings
Leaving her dreamless,
no soul within.
*
Poisonous love,
Ivy of lies,
Ring of deceit.
From it she drank
becoming sick.
*
No strength, no will
No wants, no needs
To break the chains,
to feel, to dream,
impossible feat.
*
A zombie wife
the nymph became.
A lonely stare, unsteady step.
A living dead
No dreams, no quest.
*
The Zombie Wife no tears has left,
No heart, no soul,
no blood to shed.
Empty her days,
her body carcass became.
*
What will it take to pump her blood?
A ray of sun, a lightning bolt?
For she has searched a withered soul,
And there she found nothing but dust.
Her only hope comes from above.
*
Her empty stare searching the clouds,
Her breathless lungs gasping for air,
Her shriveled heart has turned to stone,
Voiceless she screams,
Sound barrier broke.
*
A storm slowly brews,
lightning is seen, thunder is heard.
Tears become rain, drops of despair.
A jolting bolt strikes out her pain,
Making the dead alive again.
Photo by M.A.D.
Heresy – A Writer’s Trial
Poetry comes to me at odd moments. I wrote this poem when I opened my eyes Saturday morning. I keep pen and paper next to me for moments like this. Don’t ask, I have no idea.
Heresy – A Writer’s Trial
Typo, here on the white page
Reader bewitched, writer cursed
The execution begins.
Beheaded, hanged, flagellation of the pen,
Blood cleansed, Ink purification.
Punishment, stones casted.
Writer’s heresy exposed
Excommunicated from the page
Sins atoned.
Book, Bell, and Candle,
Reader’s assembly, Typo exposed
Writer is hanged on the page,
Ink turns to blood.
Photo by M.A.D.
Writer’s Wisdom 61
Free Style Poetry
Poetry can take many shapes. I am not a poet, but sometimes I feel inspired and have to write it down. The poem does not follow any rules, it just comes out – it just is. However, many think that you have to be in a certain mood or inspired in a particular way to write a poem. I disagree. I find that when I feel a “certain inspiration” – not sure how to describe it – I tend to write just poems. They don’t follow a specific feeling, they could be as far to one another in that sense, but they do follow a theme – usually. That is the way it is for me. Other times, I could write about a love affair and next about taxes. That is why I don’t call myself a poet – I don’t follow the rules of poetry. If there would be such a thing, mine would be called “free style poetry.”
Check the Poetry section on this blog – Totally Inspired.
If you have never written a poem and sometimes feel the urge but think that you can’t write poetry, write it down anyway. Let the inspiration flow, don’t think about it, write free style – embrace your Muse and let it out.
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