Haiku, Limerick, Poetry and Tanka
THE LAST TREE
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
Source:weheartit.com ? ? I face the wind Each day I wait As time passes People come and go Trees fall Dying animals cry Buildings replace rolling hills Fewer trees dot the landscape Polluted water fills the oceans Mankind has made drastic changes Stop before it’s too late I refuse to…
DARK ARE THE STREETS
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
mostlyitaly Altamura (Apulia, Italy) by Dauno Settantatre ? ? Dark are the streets By which they creep. Silence is their goal. Through the town, they go. Bodies left behind, Blood-dry we will find. Church bells are tolling, And heads are rolling. Flee from this we must Before we are dust. THE DEAD GAME
I WALK ALONE
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
? I walk alone. In dead silence. The wind flees. The moon hides. I walk alone. Death is my companion. Fear is my weapon. Hell is my home. I walk alone.
EVIL TWIN
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
seamlessoo Nomad ? ? The light beckons to me, Calls from deep in the sea. I’m tempted you can see. I do want to be free. ? I step inside, Nowhere to hide. The walls move in. It’s dark as sin. ? A door opens right before me To a…
SMOKING HOT
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
angulargeometry Boo. ? A smoking gun. Let’s have some fun. ? The dark shadows grow near. My skin prickles with fear. ? I’ll fight to the bitter end. No matter if you’re a friend. ? I know you’re back for me. You’ll never set me free. ? Come closer to…
I AM ME
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
moodboardmix Oleg Dou Art. ? ? I am me. I am flesh and blood. I have knowledge. I have a talent. I have desires. I am me.
A BOOK OF EVIL
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
Source:little-dead-rotting-hood ? ? ? A book of evil. A book of the devil. Worshippers of death. Does it exist? Does it have a cult of followers? It does in Oasis, Florida. It’s revered and honored. Welcome to Oasis. Enjoy your stay. THE DEAD GAME
FANTASY FAILS
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
heyimchandler Deactivated Looking through Partition Arch in Arches National Park ? ? From here I can see the wonderful sea. I step through the door. I stand at the shore. Sand at my bare feet. The sun shining heat. But the sun soon leaves and the ocean heaves. Sharp hail hits my…
THE ICE HOUSE
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
? ? ? The dance floor is full. The guests twirl between statues. Sad expressions etched into faces. Tears flow down frosty cheeks. An undercurrent of evil lies beneath the music and gaiety. Time to leave the perfect guests and the frozen smiles. Time to escape if one can. THE DEAD…
going up
Originally posted on Annette Rochelle Aben:
Notions in your head Make your world a better place One step at a time You have choices, and options Following the higher road ©2018 Annette Rochelle Aben
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