Poetry Blogs (grave yard)
Peter Taylor on (3 hours ago)
The gravestones in this place are wet with tears
Of children, wives and husbands who have stood
Beside dark holes that swallow up their fears
Replacing ice water where once flowed blood.
November skies are grey and hold no lights,
The flowers flattened in a winter gale
That whips away dark thoughts the widow fights
To keep hidden behind her mourning veil....
Thursday 4th April 2019 2:17 pm
I nervously tread past them
Glaring Haplessly at each and everyone of them
Wondering when it will come
When it will hit me
Like a bullet to the head
They turn around, and follow my presence
Staring through their anger fuelled eyes
Into my cold, lonely soul
I dare to hold that contact they crave
But I don't give it to them
The air is suffocated b...
Monday 5th April 2010 4:37 pm