Tag: Poetry

Cold and Deep – Poetry Story

I’ve been considering doing voice over for my stories to broaden my audience. I’m an amature with anything conserning audio and video, so keep that in mind if you choose to listen to it on Soundcloud Cold and deep The skeleton lay Wood enclosed it…

Underbelly – Poem

A glint was found In the darkness and the damp Cities have their underbelly Fear is what makes you stand Standing before evil, it will face you too What comes out of the darkness Only you can have a clue   A face can…

Invisible Touch – Poetry Story

Gusts of wind sprayed water upon the wall, the wind howled between the narrow windows that looked down at the shore. The walls had protected the city for many years, but this night no invaders would dare to show, for walkers roamed in the…

Chilly Night – Poetry Story

Through the darkness and the cold, the house creaked through the winter storm And on the driveway, in this winter’s night, a couple emerged Banging on the door, trying to get inside The door opened, without a sound Only their footsteps echoed through an…

Reflection – Poem

Fear touch those who fear fester Leave them be And they will someone else pester © Christopher Stamfors

Righteous – Poem

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

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…

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  

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