The devils of anger
sit high on their thrones
throwing their gavels
and breaking my bones
I revert to the place
where to me it began
Running and sinking
my feet in the sand
The same face takes on
so many forms
I seek peace
in the wake of the storms
This shadow of hate
follows closely behind
Hiding stealth then quickly
raping what’s mine
I gather the pieces
to return to my chest
Perhaps you are right
I deserve nothing less.
Copyright ©: Margaret Marie Hubbard
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Illusions by Mark R Slaughter
- I Do Not Speak by Stevie Smith
- death039s_claim.html
- Robert Burns: Clarinda, Mistress Of My Soul:
- Astrophel And Stella-Sonnet LIV by Sir Philip Sidney
- Sonnet 43: When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see by William Shakespeare
- Bellinglise
- Nevertheless by Marianne Moore
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Люблю тебя
- You Say You Love poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet CXXVI by William Shakespeare
- When Gassy Thompson Struck It Rich by Vachel Lindsay
- Гавриил Державин – Песенка
- The Breeze at Dawn by Jelaluddin Rumi
- Best Friend by Nicole M Nugent
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
