…but certainly not in peace. The Comfort and Sweetness of Peace After the clouds, the sunshine, after the winter, the spring, after the shower, the rainbow, for life is a changeable thing. After the night, the morning, bidding all darkness cease, after life’s cares and sorrows, the comfort and sweetness of peace. Helen Steiner Rice Speak Low Time is so old and love so brief, Love is pure gold and time a thief. We’re late,... 

Blindly he haunts me, killed by poisoned smoke of sacrifice. Desire bleeds deep red, and lingers always. A ghost for eternity. Tags: poems and quotes, Short Poems  Read More →

My trust is but an ocean, porcelain to the kiss. I drink the liquid of life, and dance in a champagne pool. I devour your delicious universe, and lie on a velvet cloud for eternity. Tags: inspirational poems, poetry online, Short Poems, writing poems  Read More →

Ashes, ashes Lightning crashes. Quickly through the heart. When storm clouds boom, Get out of your room, And taste the tears of Heaven. But keep a watchful eye, On the midnight sky. For when the lightning flashes, There’s no escaping. Tags: dark poems, Short Poems, taste the tears  Read More →

A dark shadow crawls, Slowly towards my head. I try to step away, But something holds me down. Every second slower, Every minute longer, Yet every day shorter, Every month faster. I grab for time, Grab for hope. Nothing is there, My fingers don’t grip. Faster, faster, falling straight down, No end in sight. A ledge to rest upon, But only for a moment. The Lake of Fire is closer now, So close, too close. Swallow me up, swallow me whole, Finally... 

Sitting in the darkness with nowhere to turn, I find a little candle yearning to burn. The hope of a flame or even a spark, Cause all my fears to slow and to park. I look around at all of the others, I cry because they are burning but mine won’t bother. Why does it have to be this way? I want so much to burn some day. My little wick is beginning to fade, It will surely disappear and in the text I will wade. Until I find a match to start... 

I’d say she’s about 250 pounds and carries it all in her middle. There are three children with her, all under the age of seven I’m sure. The smallest one sits on her lap, grasping onto the roll of fat just below her breast as he sleeps soundly. She’s looking off into space, I wonder what she’s thinking. I feel sorry for her. She looks poor, on welfare probably. She’s wearing a faded red shirt with the Salvation Army’s logo... 

The Cold Within Author Unknown Six human trapped by happenstance In dark and bitter cold. Each one possessed a stick of wood, Or so the story’s told. Their dying fire in need of logs, The first woman held hers back, For on the faces ‘round the fire, She noticed that one was Black. The next man looking ‘cross the way Saw one not of his church, And couldn’t bring himself to give The fire his stick of birch. The third one sat in tattered...