jamie-king
"Having yielded up his lusts, his errors, his opinions and prejudices, he has entered into possession of the knowledge of God, having slain the selfish desire for heaven, and along with it the ignorant fear of hell; having relinquished even the love of life itself, he has gained supreme bliss and Life Eternal, the Life which bridges life and death, and knows its own immortality." James Allen / / I'm here to share my thoughts, enjoy / or symphathise with yours but mostly I'm here to learn. Every poet is a teacher, I'm still just a student in the art of poetry. Words of wisdom from the wise are always appreciated. / ©Jamie King unless you see a collab or a repost
Strolling in a labyrinth of bleeding hearts
with ghost orchids whispering forget-me-not.
Along a path paved with celestites,
the Queen of the Night unfurls by the labradorites,
with the crown carried by Firecrests
as Lorikeets stroll in flight, wings burrowed in the wind, enthralled
by the nightingale's lush rhapsodies.
The sanctum — a rosette of Angel's trumpets,
alluring Snowy Egrets as Snowdrops embrace the sunset.
Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 2:35 PM UTC
Our wealth an unfaithful wife, she's sooner gone when perils knock.
A bridegroom to poverty you may find yourself. A glutton, not a meal will she spare.
Our vessels, dust that longs for dust, in daily decay.
Our habitats are pedestrians in paths of typhoons and wrothful waves.
Our families are cups of bliss but a well of dismay.
We dull the mind in sewers, with each sip an illusion of joy resumes, as sorrows sleep.
A well of eternal bliss longed for, having rejected The Owner. The springs of life freely flows but sewers we have preferred.
The spring of life flows freely the invitation has been shared.
Aug 24, 2023
Aug 24, 2023 at 2:26 PM UTC
The last light fading
Breaths encapsulated
Blood red eyes
The last struggle
Kicking and boxing towards the sky
Hoping to see the light
In murky dwellings of whales and sharks
Afraid, dazed and crushed
The grip on life fades like dusks while praying for the sunrise
Aug 6, 2022
Aug 6, 2022 at 1:00 PM UTC
Down a path where arteries will meet the scythe.
Deceased silhouettes suffocating in defeat.
A spark struggles to illuminate the way before the feet.
cloaked in disbelief, conversing with grief.
Climbing an empty ladder,
dreams clustered beyond reach.
With worn bones aiming to reach beyond the known peak.
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 5:07 AM UTC
Throat slit, life pouring through pale hands.
The songs of shinigamis perpetually melancholy.
Ever shallow breaths, no escape. Rumba with death the floor a canvas for the evening's Mural.
Sep 25, 2020
Sep 25, 2020 at 5:42 PM UTC
I charged at the enemy, slashed, cracked, pierced, wounded and killed.
The ecstasy of fleeting lives, still stale eyes, a ****** reached.
***** mingled with feces, kidneys cooked by grenades, a scent
of the battlefield.
I am in diapers my ***** now mingled with feces, faces of nurses
scowling. My skin a worn, wrinkled cloth.
Scars of a warriors pride have long faded. I can taste no more
My sight
a sea of shadows, whispers of waling widows cling to my ears. I long for battle cries.
I use to breathe battle but now I'm bedridden with tubes and diapers.
no sleep, no rest, no peace nor death.
Sep 25, 2020
Sep 25, 2020 at 5:06 PM UTC
With dead dreams
Can you ever sleep?
Struggled, befriended effort
Only to return to blankets
Of disheartenment where despondency
Warms your heart as it tears you apart.
Do your dreams die
When sleep departs?
Shattered limbs and blisters reposed in your mind.
The blood moon residing in your eyes.
Your resolves never diverging as you hobble.
Paving the path with skin, flesh and blood.
Sleeping beyond the grave
Do dreams live on?
Eyes roped by gardens of thorns and fleeting petals. Dreams whistle wonders, kindling hope, in hearts of those still asleep, wandering in dreams.
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 4:38 PM UTC
Standing still
Crushed rampaged
metals collide the face
splashed with guts of the
masses Massacras being
routines in all routes the
scenes sear the eyes
as light flares
before the wrathful sky
Consuming the night.
The day is reborn
the night's sin erased with
cloths of sorrow, black
bags already gone but
not forgotten, pardoned
only when crevices bloom,
with holes deep
enough to be filled
by the rain.
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 12:12 PM UTC
In the
jungle of affairs
cheaters run the fastest.
The wind is left flustered.
Dears become prey as their
tales are painted in pane,
while the hungry eyes peek
away,
Pieces of a heart shaped
by the bleeding vein,
breeding dismay.
There, the blind ******
scene on the road to heal again.
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 12:12 PM UTC
Abandoned murals across the boarder, the walls still painted by war. The scrap yard a pile of torn limbs, needles embedded in phalanges divorcing finger from nail the soil still grieves .
Infants don't see the sun.
Autumn leaves, with fleeting lives.
a thousands hills with wooden crosses rooted in, What is beneath?
An old man sighs before the last breath departs
Chasing a wind of memories escaping dark pasts. Hands mirror fire remnants, scatter across the vast lands with red tears immersing the white grass .
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 10:42 AM UTC