Tag: rhyme

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…

Ghostly Creed – Poem

The alley echoed hollow on the empty street

Silence is a virtue by ghostly creed (…)

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…

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…

Troll Saga – Poem

In the time of ancients The trolls strolled around Walking distant miles Trampling life abound But one day, beneath the trees, animals began to grow Inhabits of the forest Affected by the trolls stroll   Kind were the minds of the giants Not wanting…

Reflection – Poem

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

Restless Soul – Poem

Bones are that which keeps you here Turn to dust and your soul will yield Forgive this old fool For the mistakes he’ve made Leave me be and let the past fade  

Lady Bliss #3 – Poem

Strangers, they find their way Through the village of dismay Their presence, evermore demanding Uplifting the villagers Their own hardship they garner But once strangers went away They were sorely missed For their own hardships they are reminded By lady bliss

Lady Bliss #2 – Poem

Strange people pass The village unyielding Staring at their visage What filth unappealing Gawk at their misfortune They continue to do Until all of them moved What ever shall we do? For as the strangers were gone Their own misfortune they were reminded Back…

Lady Bliss #1 – Poem

We rarely gawk at the strangers no more Their appearance no longer interesting Their complexion grown too sore How do they live with such marks? The villagers wondered Such unending filth attached to their skin At the streets yonder Yet once the strangers were…

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