These broken bones are falling forth from me.
Turning coats and loosened tongues set free.
Will fate foresee the wound yet brought to bleed?
Weighty claims will beckon bending knees.
A gentle coaxing opens under siege.
Life is barely brought upon the breeze.
With joy, extinguish reputation's greed.
The tallest thing would end if ne'er a seed.
A simple task, deliberate as it seems.
The stifled saint without a neck to squeeze.
Not a room for innocence to flee.
Determine how to undermine esteem.
The darkest fate the torturer conceived,
Becomes a fiction easy to believe.
The panic flushes "Am I in a dream."
The seal, now broken, nightmare be released.
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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