Haiku, Limerick, Poetry and Tanka
it’s over
Originally posted on Annette Rochelle Aben:
A windowsill perch The guardian barely moves As birds land on branch It could be they are teasing Cat prays for open window ©2018 Annette Rochelle Aben
THE GAME HAS BEGUN
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
Source:chicparadiselilly3 ? ? Put on your mask. Dress in your gown. Step into your party shoes. The dance is about to begin. Music fills the mirrored room. The band picks up the beat. Dancers swirl under glowing chandeliers. Rainbows of light reflect off the walls. The room enlarges to accommodate…
LIFE EMERGES FROM THE DARKNESS
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
? ? In the midst of darkness, life emerges. It walks the streets. It flies in the skies. It swims the waves. Life is persistent.
ANGELS BELOW
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
? ? I must escape this hell. where The Dead trap me, try to snare me with their evil ways. I must find a way out of this dungeon to the world above. The angels will show the way. Angels above, angels below, please help me. THE DEAD GAME
RELEASE THE DEMON
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
Source:blackoutravendeathsdoor ? ? A killer lurks in each one of us, hidden behind our human facade. It waits for the right incentive, the perfect reason, to be released from its hold. Time to release the demon from its human cage. ? ?
MY EYES HAVE SEEN
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
twenty1-grams Wrzaski. by narva on DeviantArt ? ? I’ve seen what I should’ve have seen. My eyes won’t close for sleep. My heart refuses to stop racing. My tears have dried up. My blood boils hot and steamy. I’m lost in this world. I’ll soon be one with the next.…
TAKE ME AWAY
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
? TAKE ME AWAY Take me away to better times. To sun-drenched beaches. To waving palm trees. To rolling waves. To better places. To warm trade winds. To white-sand beaches. To bright sunshine. To us.
BENEATH THE CYPRESS TREE
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
garettphotography Cypress Lawn Memorial Park | GarettPhotography ? Evil waits for you and me beneath the tall cypress tree. It comes in the dark of night, won’t leave without a good fright. The mausoleum is dark. We only came on a lark. Time for us to run and go. The wind says, “I…
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