Poems from sunfox123
In this meadow of Indians,
comes a howl from pale winds,
one that whispers to the trees,
who slump deformed,
longing to sway in patches
of...
Ripples of lard peel from their skin,
as they point at a blinding screen,
displeased from muffled voices,
yet not the slightest alarmed,
to...
It’s difficult, to say the least,that with dying embers follows,a shift to a sobering cease,leaving thy blushing touches hollowed.
A string...
Tendrils bloomed on the horizon,
you could smell,
the burning,
you could feel,
the hatred,
you could hear,
the oppression.
But touch,
no...
Fluttering wings splashes light
painted amongst cicada hums
Thy fingers intertwined in roots
Yet drawn to graves of lapsed youth
Twas a...