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
- Альфред Теннисон – Прощание
- Олег Бундур – Певец Александр Серов
- Владимир Корнилов – Дом
- Temporary City by Nijole Miliauskaite
- The End of the Argument by Martina Reisz Newberry
- Наум Коржавин – Не верь, что ты поэта шире
- Владимир Британишский – Как турмалин, что субстанцию сланца
- Sonnet 29: When in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes by William Shakespeare
- Fire’s Reflection by Rainer Maria Rilke
- How to Survive After Losing a Loved One
- Владимир Маяковский – Помощь не придет на такой вой… (Главполитпросвет №14)
- Answer To A Sonnet By J.H.Reynolds poem – John Keats poems
- Ready for Retirement by Mike Yuan
- The Truce of the Bear by Rudyard Kipling
- Get together by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
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).
