Stand tall
Your hand is just
Burry that hatchet
into the temple crust
Let the blood course
over the sinners body
God will forgive you
if you his son embody
© Christopher Stamfors
Category: Poetry
Unseen Shadows – Poem
Where am I heading,
is a question often unseen
The future is now
And only a fool would attempt,
to glean further than we perceive
Yet we must try,
at the hands of the judger
For nothing is more important
Than the approval,
of the faith one muster
© Christopher Stamfors
Fantasy – Poem
On the run
A boyhood lost
His future uncertain
And his past,
an inferno
Is he alone?
In this world most frightened?
Where danger lurk
At every quirk
Ney, for she leads him away
To her home
He was astray
Adventure called their name
To find the legacy
Both their people sought,
with dismay.
To the uninitiated: this site was created, at first, for the purpose of one story, that is called “Book of Legacy.” I’ve been working on it for two years, (on and off) and though it may take many more years before I’m satisfied, please enjoy this synopsis of the first few chapters written in verse.
A Writer’s Illusion – Poem
A writer is mad for the stories he tell
Worlds and people he conjure up,
What else can one say?
They go through life,
Looking dimly into the unknown
What do they find,
That no one else is shown?
© Christopher Stamfors
Go Away – Poem
All walks of life,
Has different roads to take
One may go with the other
And the other might go away
© Christopher Stamfors
Raven’s Shriek – Poem
Pest, war and famine,
emptied the streets
The city echoed quietly
Through the raven’s shriek
Beaks black; now scarlet
There was enough to go around
Must devour quickly,
before the rats come
© Christopher Stamfors
Fear Stricken – Poem
Face your fear
Then turn away
Don’t risk gazing
At the icy cold
That pierce your shame
Escape,
before it learns your name
© Christopher Stamfors
Love’s a Reminder – Poem
Love a thing,
maybe two.
Surround yourself with it
And let the love shine through
Of the things we must do
Restrictions – Poem
Life is often easier than it seem
Restrictions bound by minds
Who knows naught
The rules in which we see
Senses Lost to Modernity – Poem
If you’ve read my last poem, Boundless mind, this might make more sense to you.
As the mind is boundless,
And anything can become real,
Where do we draw the line between fantasy and reality?
Things that exists in one person’s head might be fantasy to another
But sometimes, fantasy becomes reality
When enough people believe in it.
Reality today is what we can see, touch and smell
And most of all, measure.
Yet, things cease to exist when we no longer believe it,
no longer fear it,
No longer feel it.
The Horrors of Writing 