#igpoets
These memories lock me in madness.
In a box made of bone and ash.
Perhaps, my suffering was inevitable
Whispers from the devil
Compose many spells of doom
Anguish touches my soul
If I knew the memories
would last like faded letters
Or burn me with every thought.
I would have made a deal
With the devil a long time ago.
Descovia & Rein
Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 7:40 PM UTC
At starting line, outspoken
At finish line, heartbroken
You and I were once a token
Now, words are left unspoken
© 2020 Poem by Verse Xscape
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 12:53 PM UTC
Recovered, head down,
knees clenched
Legs still won't walk her home.
Skin wet and heart drenched
listen to words and candid tone
and accepts her returning reverie
with a sip of the bottle of bravery
Yes, it was an awkward time
- amp
Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 11:57 AM UTC
Cherry blossoms from slumber awaken,
As she passes by in blithe, lissome grace,
Only to fall to ground, souls forsaken,
To that mesmerising smile on her face.
Stars adorn her shapely neck as diamonds,
The pale moonlight her fair countenance be,
Rubies glowing from western horizons,
Cast a fleeting blush on those cheeks shyly.
I bow down low to this divine spectre,
Trampled blossoms by her feet are Incense,
Hitherto abandoned pen, gold Sceptre,
Myrrh of heart’s blood, become my obeisance.
From the God Himself I seek forgiveness,
For, my verses have made love to His Goddess
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 11:13 AM UTC