can you really call this a poem, I didn’t even get a sonnet on my pillow or anything
kowat
The garden is overgrown
The kingdom overthrown
The future still unknown
Midst dark, storm and stone
Here we stand, not alone
Retribution takes the throne
Offering honor to atone
The spirits he won’t own
Honor is dead,
But you won’t suffer this time.
Shadows
Staring out a window
Shadows on the pavement
Surely these are monstrous
Who would say so
They are shelter, sent
To hide us in the dust
Children huddle under the playground
A lizard lurks under a rock
Waiting for the reprise of shade
Nostalgia lies, yanks you around
You miss the sun, the moon is blocked
Night is as good as day
What is Love?
phileo
The youth group’s singing praises
Together siblings paces,
Best friends in all the places
the closest ones leave traces
eros
Nervous in the morning
The rain outside is pouring
Loneliness take warning
Find someone to be for me
agape
a father sprints to meet his son
A spike in wood, the blood will run
the sacrifice of only one
to pay a price, the work is done
broken strings
some storm of catharsis
builds the base of my skull
i need an arena
to play to be whole
The sky breaks open
the numbers still roll
the strings dont match up
the notes aren’t quite full
twisting, hashtag alphabet
tuning, lowercase, not yet
tearing, dozen scales, one fret
SNAP
time to buy new strings

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