Poetry Tag

thin glaze on puddles little girls giggle and stomp ice crunches under foot Finally freed from him, the woman wipes the tears from her face, a bad year come and gone. She tucks the darlings into bed and steps onto the porch. Her breath frosts in...

Racing down the mountain side A winding highway in the rain More flight than pleasure ride Surely I was insane The light was getting dim If only my brakes weren’t so worn My plight looking grim Would they find my body in the morn? Photo by vxla...

There once was a man named Naughty Claus Who shopped online with nary a pause Black Friday’s deals were always best For fishnets, toys and all the rest So long as he didn’t break any laws...

Her icy stare made me shiver Even if she made me quiver I’d close my eyes our lips would part If only to melt the ice queen’s heart She leads me on, I’ve no choice to follow My brain is numb, my heart is hollow Across the tundra...

**H **eaven didn’t want the maiming boy **A **mbling away from the Pearly Gates **U **nderneath the Earth, another was watching **N **etherworld needing another soul **T **o hunt and gather missing children **I **gnorant of their awful plight **N **ever to walk the grass again **G **oodnight Photo by See-ming Lee 李思明...

Moldy sugar and weevily flour, Some rancid butter at the Witching Hour. Wriggly worms, spiders and flies, Spooky cookies, a treater’s surprise....

warm oil on your back my hands exploring your curves teasing fingertips Photo by Alexandre Dulaunoy...

Driving late at night Bright green lights whirling above Almond eyes greet me Photo by interdimensionalguardians...

I found the perfect spot, for us to share a final gaze Of cosmic wonder, before the end of days The stars winked brightly, and the moon rose high Worlds left uncharted, above the cloudless sky And then the lights went out, it was just you and...

Vanquishing the mighty hero Inciting mayhem and chaos Legions of henchmen Lair of deceit Aggressor Intrigue rules with an iron fist No mercy says the wicked...

rain in late summer the boy walks along the street following a boat Tommy stomps in puddles wearing his new red boots as his paper craft sails the stormy gutter. Swirling ever closer to the drain, it disappears inside. He bends over in his yellow slicker...

I stare at my winged reflection as I glide silently along the still glass of the moonlit lake, listening for the rattling hum and flutter of beetles in flight. Fireflies bounce and bobble in the reeds of the shoreline, oblivious to their fate, as I dive...