Winters Kiss
What of winters rose
Who remains open
Turned up to the pale
Of the waning moon
Waiting for the morn’
And frosts cool touch
To graze against thorns
Sharp and unsightly
So she might feel relief
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For the Queen
My mother could have been a queenBut for the crown, but for the #blood And she would have comforted a nationWould have laughed, in royal shadesAnd cried in lavender hues, born blue ~Now the country stills For a queenThat could have been my motherSister, daughter, friend I do not cryFor monarchy, no But for the…
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Burn
Oh, how you #burnLike the sunScorched acrossMy midnight sky How I am awedBy the grace of that smileHeld within a mourning heart Let me lingerFor just a momentIn that warmth ~I promise I’ll take nout But the raysTanned acrossMy face, blushedFrom gazing at you ~G S Scribbles~
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The void
They call it the voidThe shadow realmThat calls to usWhen all light goes out The surrenderThe silenceFor we know darknessDo we not? It is the ghostThat never leavesThe hand that graspsThat cradles loneliness And we have grownSo comfortableWith monstersWe barely fear it But we must fear itFor its embrace is finalIts kiss coldBut it is…
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Irene
There are ashes on the mantleA cut silhouette of a man by the fireYearning in his bonesAn empty heart in his pocket ~All spent on her He remembers her on mother’s daysLongs for her on SundaysHis forever love, sitting on the mantleWaiting for him Ashes come to ashesLove turns back to dustReunited on the mantleA…
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The Candle
He is the #candle I leave, unburnt Resting on my nightstand The scent has long Left an ache in me And I dare not inhale Too deeply But should the night Grow weary Should fear Come to rest In the furrows Of my soul I know There is a light On my nightstand All the…
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