Evidence – Poem

There are ruins after ruins along the road. Sometimes hidden, sometimes plainly seen. 

It’s not a dead world, the ruins are just evidence of the past.

At night they become especially visible, which is ironic.

The Stranded Men – Poem

She wants to keep them.

He wants them away.

The Enemy wants to capture them

And the father wants them saved.

The navy can’t do anything because the enemy is there. 

She doesn’t abide by anyone and is the lord of the land.

The father is lord over other lands and doesn’t hold any sway.

And He is lord of nothing and must watch and wait 

for things to come his way.

Autumn Night

The moon was full and the wind was wild as the tree-tops rustled.

The streetlights gave a faint glow from the dark leaves that encompassed them.

Black blotches of their shadows danced on the pavement,

Softly

Hard

until they were still – like a painting on the ground.

There’s magic during nights like these – it’s the reason why the wind blows so hard.

Everything that isn’t supposed to be stirs to life

All at once.

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 the sky I put my gaze

Two stars now shine upon our gates 

Where did it come from?

Where is it going?

It shine so brightly,

in things unknowing…

*

Upon the sky I put my gaze

My eye they burn without shades

The land is dulled,

Nothing is green

It is so hot I cannot breath

*

Upon the sky I put my gaze

My hallow skull is the only shade

The light shine so brightly,

What do you know

Has the world been swallowed up?

Has the world become a stove?

*

Upon the sky my eyes remain

The sky is brightness

It is it’s domain…


© Christopher Stamfors

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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

In a world of hate


© Christopher Stamfors