Another macabre poem with inspirational intentions. The bones are longing to be returned to the living. One day we will rise upThe cracks in my bones tell my storyWe need to drink from the cupAnd we will be restored to former gloryWe lay here in solidarity, littering the groundNo flesh is left, but a crowContinue reading “A Poem, The Valley of Bones”
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A Poem, The Gallows
Continuing with this kick of dark poetry that I am on, here is a macabre little nugget that I whipped up… Swinging in the windIronically with exuberant lifeWaiting for the one that sinnedHearts in dire torment bleeding strifeAround the necksThe hangman callsAnother life it wrecksPull the lever, the floor fallsThe noose whispers and singsDeath lurksContinue reading “A Poem, The Gallows”
A Poem, The Jar of Flies
I figured I would share another poem riddled with torment. It focuses on the brokenhearted people who have had their hearts ripped out and left alone to heal. In the end, some become jaded, never fully regaining the heart they once had, ultimately replacing it with something to fill the void. In this case, itContinue reading “A Poem, The Jar of Flies”
A Poem for Lovers, Do You Remember Our First Night Together?
I call it “Do you remember our first night together?” The moon dances on the rippling waters as we gaze up at the stars.We look upon each other for words to perfect this moment but cannot speak.The ripples of the water know the tales that our hearts are trying to tell as they have seenContinue reading “A Poem for Lovers, Do You Remember Our First Night Together?”
The Poem and The Painting
I figured I’d share another poem that I feel relates to reality and true love. In my novel Curse of The Walking Man, the protagonist found the short poem below from his ancestor on the back of a painting. The painting encapsulated a frozen moment between two soulmates (his ancestors). While we’re happy or weary,Continue reading “The Poem and The Painting”
A Poem and The Seed of Thoughts
It’s hard to believe that this little doggerel style poem turned into a Twenty Chapter Novel for me: The Walking Man: He walks up and down the streets at night,Protected from the daylight.He feeds on the soul’s fright,So, don’t get in his sight.He wants what you have that being your soul,His favorite thing to doContinue reading “A Poem and The Seed of Thoughts”
Do you remember our first night together?
I always loved coming up with poems on the fly. One night, the below poem came to mind. I call it “Do you remember our first night together?” Little did I know that this poem served as a foreshadowing of sorts for the love that two characters shared in a novel that I wrote. TheContinue reading “Do you remember our first night together?”
Travis J. McRoy 