The Martyr
Yes, she did itPerfectly did what he perfected in''For you my brothers, I do," repeatedly he saidAnd so he made us believeBlindfolded, he could recognize every lassFrom the perfume she sprayedEvery…
T
The Heir
Author — member since October 2017
Hey there, I am a poet!
Poems by The Heir
Thanks
Thanks Thanks dear parentsBefore you retired to restIn this era, you brought meAn era the hurrier you goThe behinder you getI'll report, report from the horse's mouthMy teary eyes witnessedMy teary…
Take Heart
What ensues when life gives you lemons?What happens when in blues?What happens when she leaves the eve to the wedding day?Do you cry,or do you die for the day seldom gay?What happens when your next…
Home Of Bones
Far right stands a hut about to kiss the earthVegetation,flourishing on the now aged roofFar left, kneels a frowning unfinished house, not by goofThe unattended to fence, a standard epitome of the…
The Rotten Bridge
Connecting two cliffs standingOpposite each otherRests a bridgeWhich ought to offer a connection between twoopposite forestsOne real, one imaginedReal before, imagined after the…
Where That House Is
My son,my daughterMy childrenWhere that house isWhere that house isWhere that house is builtWhich summed as the village courtWhere that house isClear and vivid are my memoriesOur forefathers held…
The Bottle
Baptised by its magic powersCourted by the immeasurable pleasure it unleashesBestows best beliefs taller than towersSewn together are the daily worriesThe power of the bottleA happy detainee of the…