Category: Poetry

Ignition of Change – Poem

A story is nothing but the preparation of change. How to reach this point sets the road ahead. The writer must find this road and not steer from it. We don’t know the characters in our minds but in our hearts. At the end…

A Murderer – Poem

The world is not kind to murderers, is what they want you to think. In truth, it’s an asset! They know what you are. They know you are of use. © Christopher Stamfors

Upon the Sky – Poem

Upon the sky I put my gaze A new light,  beside the sun, had entered the frame * Upon the sky I put my gaze Still shining brightly, What could it be? It’s a thing of beauty Lets watch it with glee * Upon…

Deathly Glare – Poem

​My sight of deathly glare, that drains away that which makes you sane. Only at nothingness may my eyes peer, and as such, my curse be sealed. © Christopher Stamfors

Where’s the Light? – Poem

So the light had vanished, and nothing could be seen. What was left of the world we knew? Where could it be? We search the land, the ocean and the sky. Perhaps it was all our imagination, written down and succumbed to our mind….

Future Relentless – Poem

Tear your attention Away from the past Take one step backwards The future will not let you pass © Christopher Stamfors

World of Hate – Poem

Curse ideas in all their form What use are they to achieve one’s goal? When the demon roams the hall Of the membrane we must fall And what if fate one looks Finding a road one mustn’t take When your life was a mistake…

Give It Up – Poem

Nobody lies down to die At the prospect of betterment For giving up is the same as death © Christopher Stamfors

Cloud of Doubt – Poem

What we want and what we need are two different things Things with purpose, Oftan striving towards a goal, Things that help us reach said goal With purpose we make. But with purpose comes needs, Things that are more important than others More difficult….

Desert Ocean – Poem

Waves of the desert, dunes rising high, they are the bridges across the empty stretches, of the land where nothing survive. But across this empty land, there lie riches abundant, foreign lands who yearn our wares. We are are the people of the forest,…

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