Poetry Pages

Thanks Lonnie, I'm glad you liked it. There could be some Poe or Lovecraft in there, although it wasn't intentional. I'm flattered by the suggestion though.

Awakened from her slumber, An unfamiliar weight in my hands. A porcelain face with glassy eyes, locked into place, Staring into the air. Impossible lips that will never smile, Victorian lace and satin ribbons bind her tightly. Imbued with the authority of the dead, A guardian of generations. Her pre...

Thanks for your comment, it's much appreciated. I'm wondering if you read the line "Life's a play and we cannot," with the emphasis on "not" rather than "can"? I find that it rhymes and flows better that way.

With no gods, how may we, claim a piece of history? Since in dampened caves we dwelt, Homo Sapiens have felt, A kindred flame with those above, A universal form of love. In addition, well aware, Of the others' awaiting snare. Now we have so many props, Life's a play and we cannot, Really die in cybe...

I know it's hard to comprehend, That once upon a time I penned. A verbal dookie thick and long, It was so stinky, and so wrong. But now we live in better days, I've seen the error of my ways. Since I don't administrate, The only way to set things straight. Was for me to write anew, So that is what I...