Poetry Blog by Heart of Lead

I breathed in the cold and hardened my heart,

I flew with wings made of bone and crystal tears

I walked in a desolate gallery of unknown art,

And shouted with impudence in spite of fears

I bound my sorrow tightly and didn't let it squirm

I laughed at the silence just to hear a voice

But shuddered when the dark answered in return

Should have stayed silent, now regret my ch...

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Pea pods filled with teeth

Gnashing nature and crumpled bones

Fleshy green with rot beneath

Shamble across the tombstones

Of grinning skeleton trees

Beneath glittering blood stars

Death’s haunting striptease

Reflect the nakedness of Mars

God of war, like the god of plague

Where the land consumes the dead

Matters little how they fell or begged

Disease or f...

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Everyone writes of the anguish of love and the pain it brings

Each of us believing no one will understand that sorrow

Of feather tattoos, secret kisses, and tragically lost rings

At some point that hope I clung to faded into tomorrow

To love with all the heart, despite humanity’s flaws

That was my choice to carry on and never say goodbye

The physical pain of a heart shredded...

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A soldier stands before the dawn, awaiting his fate in silence
A cock crows, of years bygone, taste of coffee, muscles tense

The feel of the family flag, its tattered shreds bring sorrow
The sergeant cries, the captain barks, their bold words ring hollow

He dreams of long lost battles, where his forefathers in solace tread
Their memories bound in simple cloth, fading colors tribute to the...

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What happens to the ancient gods when their worshipers are gone?

Who used to fight the darkness and bring light with every dawn

The gods of the sands, of the eternal cycle of birth and death

Now who remains to worship the old gods in pleading breath?

The violent embrace of the desert sands makes two immortal

Carved stone and faded paint in every tomb and dead hall

Gods and mortal...

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There is a deep colour of dark eyes,

Yes, darker than even mine,

Eyes in which are traced immortal skies

Of a world unacquainted with time

And in those eyes hangs the balance

Of my happiness and especially pain,

Where solemn ecstasy grants

The crushing weight of distain

Hold me close and promise me

That even when you leave you return

The fault is mine to the...

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Cursed is the air I breathe,

It carries words fouled by lies,

For myself she will never grieve,

But knowing her, no surprise.

Color of blood and bone,

But of course lacking both,

She speaks through my lips of stone,

I wish to tell but she is loath,

And so the skeleton hand grips mine,

My creation can now create,

Why she, the most cruel design,

Her ta...

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I talked to myself all the time,

But then myself answered in reply.

And now she’s here, with me, always

For I invited something too strong,

Now we are lost and now we are scared,

Now we fight for control.

You talked to yourself all the time,

Until I talked back

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I had a belief in myself,

I thought I knew where I stood

But spend enough time talking to one who believes otherwise…

The words twist and drive into my heart until doubt creeps,

And the snakes who slept awaken and open lidless eyes

“Who am I?” I must scream into the darkness

The silence answers back with a laugh.

“You are the sum of your failures, dear child.  Own up to it.”

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Cold and stormy are her eyes,

Light is her darting tongue.

And I break when she cries,

Forever old, forever young.

She dances like a grey fairy,

Void of colour, full of light.

My heart becomes the grave to bury

A silver knife hidden from sight.

She flits and flies and steals

A kiss from the lips of all,

Prances away in heavy heels

She is my tragic downfall.

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Mask to mask the scent of death

Bird of prey and herb filled breath

Heavy steps and heavy leather cloak

Solid in form and passing like smoke

Through a city brought to its knees

To fight back ever impending disease

To cure or to count the dying and dead

In desperate hopes to halt the spread

Hired by all to serve rich and poor

Hear him knocking on every door

Cane in han...

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