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
- The house where I was born (06) by Yves Bonnefoy
- A Stone Is Nobody’s by Russell Edson
- The Gardener XLVIII: Free Me by Rabindranath Tagore
- Song—O Tibbie, I hae seen the day by Robert Burns
- Игорь Северянин – Памяти В. Башкина
- My Mother’s Grief
- Юрий Калугин – Счастье любит тишину
- Creativity Tool – The Five Senses
- On Hearing The Bag-Pipe And Seeing “The Stranger” Played At Inverary poem – John Keats poems
- Владимир Гиппиус – Слава
- Владимир Степанов – Хрюшка
- Cleared by Rudyard Kipling
- In A Garden by Sara Teasdale
- Crazy Jane Talks With The Bishop by William Butler Yeats
- Ibant Obscur? by Thomas Edward Brown
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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).
