poetry
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The child of the temple with her head all in curls Danced before the altar of nefarious words The heartthrob of the masses taken so long ago A shame no one thought to check the deep shadows I wonder what would happen if I called out their game? But make no mistake – I wasn’t…
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Birth – meant for convenience and enslavement Life – valueless, pitiable Death – merely hours away Sunlight – a strange word in a foreign language Torture – a way of life Bone – what you hear scrape against the floor Blade – to puncture and prod Smiles – to mock and degrade Festival…
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Fleeting shadows, wisps of darkness Arrested breath Illusion? Flashing beacons, wings so bright Racing mind Confusion. Scarlet portals, sinister gaze Rising fear Delusion? Light is darkness, darkness – light? Woven webs Corruption. “Nothing to fear. Do as thou wilt.” Questionable fantasy Propagation? Angelic sonnets turned to sneers Devilish growls Deception!…
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A quest for recollection Search through infinity How long I have known you In sweet felicity! Lost to the land of memory – Where are you? Where? Rising up from the ashes In the depths of despair. I have glimpsed my heaven Through the static and tide – Two halves are united. Bridge infinity wide!…
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Fairyland whispers Essence of faith Another time gently beckons The thoughts of Gods swiftly move Heaven’s answers, so elusive Eagerly awaiting response Requiring a leap of faith Signs that we are not alone Poetry Copyright © 2017 – 2023 by Ena Whiteraven All rights reserved. Photographer: unknown
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The rushing waves of fury Broken hearts left in his wake That old deception endlessly beguiling the fool From the time of the first sun He has sown his bitter seed Recklessly clawing, boldly rampaging The paradise of innocent breed Now revealed to the few who gather The light shines boldly on his morbid throne…
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I rise to go further than ever before To feel wind in my hair, shake the dust from my feet I rise to learn wisdom from stories of old Cultivate strength with a body made free I rise to hear songs of the old ones who know To study the past and divine what’s…
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Enfolded by branches strong Emerald gown cradles my head Whispers speak and singing chants Surround me. Saved from tumultuous seas Deafening blasts and agonizing screams Healing silence, the gentle profound Surround me. Secret heaven of kindness and freedom Suspended within an atmosphere of wine And friends of my spirit in many forms Surround me. Waking…
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I pour my heart and soul My body and my blood Into a little piece of heaven You are me and I am you Hell beneath frames expanse above Crescent moon as reaching horns They are harmless here and now Powerless in the face of love I raise you to the stars …
Ena Whiteraven 