Wind is rattling my bones,
and throwing out these hardened stones
for this,
the hollow cold is broken, weeping.
Sunlight hardened every foe,
it beckoned frontward, head to toe,
at once,
our sudden tomb is opened, shrieking.
Refuse to let the anger grow,
I cast my vision to and fro,
and hear
The darkness to my bedside, creeping.
As the tree tops sway and show
how powerful the forces blow,
at last,
my lids draw slow and lo,
escort me to the sleeping.
Welcome
Hello, and welcome to my daily poetry blog. The following poems are improvised based on my day, general reflections, or by just allowing my mind to cruise in neutral without a filter. I have been working on this for something around two years now and have amassed a lot of words. You can either go through them page by page, or check out the "Hall of Better Poems" option in the right column. Please feel free to comment on what you like or dislike, and also subscribe below if you like this sort of thing. Thanks!
- Patrick Lyndaker
(typically I will write down my ideas on paper throughout the day and I may not get in front of a computer to transfer it. So I then dump a few days worth of poems at once.)
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