Ode to loss, death, and decay
grief is never far away.

It walks with my shadow,
in between my steps upon
the paths of my journey
grief follows.

To say goodbye forever
is the hardest part,
to feel the pain of
loss and the empty space
it causes is a deep wound.

Grief is a chasma in the
heart, it bleeds and acks
for awhile.

The ack doesn't stop but
it becomes bearable
over time.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

The buildings are rotten
and decayed, you left
my heart in ruins.

The pain settled amongst the
dusty plains, roads lead to
nowhere in a desert of acking
heartbeats and suffocating
thorn's.

Love, you left me for the
blood of your enemies,
addiction and pain runs
through your vains.

Like the whiskey and wine
you drank, you choked me
with your chains of
cigarettes and shame.

In memory of my heart,
I place this poem as
a reminder you are ruin
not my pain.

No love but ruin...
Time heals what damage
you bring. These ruin's
are the new foundation
for my strength and growth.

Watch me bloom amongst the
ruins of my heart.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the strings love plays
a song.

Upon lips love placed
a kiss, with gentle
touches and soft caresses.

The heart swoons upon the
rising of the moon, as
clouds part revealing two
beating hearts.

Love made the heart skip
a beat.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Don’t lie to the rose,
telling it you picked it
out of love.

When in truth, you picked it
to preserve it’s sent in your
memory out of ignorance and
selfishness.

Upon the flow of words I fade
slowly into the dark.

Poetry is like the light, it shows
me the way.

I'm always hunting for the words
to say, within the forest of my
dreams lives the possibilities
of poetry.

I'm like a ghost, I haunt this post
with my creative designs.

I play well with the words,
they welcome me with open arms.

Line by line the passion grows,
it burns deep within me never to
fade.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

From within the cold frozen earth
a monster stirs digging with its
finger nails it slowly rises from
the grave.

The stone is cracked and tilted
to the side, the ground is hard
and unkept.

Others are here too,
but died long ago.

This one is a vampire,
a old monster of folklore
and nightmares.

There’s no lingering breath,
no beating heart to remind us
of its life.

For a sinful fool they were in life,
a diseased greedy and
disrespectful soul never dies.

Cursed to suffer and crave
the blood of the living,
the vampire came to take
what they desire.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I have seen humanities
shadow dancing beyond
my dreaming eyes.

I’ve seen clouds of gray
fade into white and blue
skies.

I’ve seen death and life,
babies birthed and the
sick die.

I’ve seen night turn into day.
The moon danced across the
sky until it slowly slipped
behind the earths curve.
The sun stole the spotlight
with its larg yellow *****.

I have seen computers rise
from the minds of geniuses.

The phones evaluation
from dieling the operator
to receiver into cell phones
capable of fast processes.

I’ve seen the environment
slowly die by human hands.

I am hoping to see a future
free from racism and discrimination.

Better healthcare and education
for all.

Better justice systems
to serve and protect our
communities.

My vision for our future
is two possibilities.

We will prosper and grow.

Or we fade slowly into
the vast spaces we’ve
been searching from
the beginning of humanity.

Our greatness is holding on
by a single thread of hope.

Peace, love and change.

To become great we need to do
all three. Until then we are
but fading stars chosing to
go out like a tiny spark.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton