Do not call me an angel, when I'm gone.
Mourn me, revere me--or not, as you choose--
But as the human person that I was.
An angel is a pure celestial thing
Too absolute and too ethereal
For earthly things like woe or weariness,
For home and...
Iambic pentameter, Poetry, blank verse
This started as a question, in my head.
Why can I not write love a happy end?
Why, when I try, must I write mourning, loss,
Bereavement and the need for elegy?
I write unto my husband, whom I love,
And it becomes a prayer for his soul.
I write...
Autobiographical, Gay, Poetry, blank verse
You must learn how to live and not to hope
For hope will be a luxury ere long.
For hope can be both manacle and chain.
For hope can keep you too spellbound to run
Until the waters rise too high, and boil.
You would not be the first. In ages...
Iambic pentameter, LGBTQ, Poetry, blank verse
#41 of poetry
cw: religion, hostility to a category of religions in particular
i think i'm getting the hang of confessional essays in blank verse. i like the way it forces me to be concise.
Gay, Iambic pentameter, Poetry, blank verse
So ends the tale of Shane the Champion.
Of his blood-brother, Varr the Last-to-Flee.
Of Klau the Berserker, called the Blacksword.
Of the Old Man, who some hold was a god.
Of the lost Witchfolk, and their young Lady
Who solely of her people is not...
Epic, Iambic pentameter, Poetry, blank verse
Somewhere it was autumn. On the shore
Wind-kissed and smelling of soft salt there stood
But three alone. The sighing pines atop
The dunes were the last trees to wear their leaves.
Somewhere it was evening. Heavy clouds
Were crimson painted...
Epic, Iambic pentameter, Poetry, blank verse
The Sulfur Carrier had dug its claws
Into the cliff face, on either side of
The shallow crevice where the Old Man stood
At bay. The rock walls were collapsing in.
When he had thrust his spear into the breach
To wedge it open, it had buckled and...
Epic, Iambic pentameter, Poetry, blank verse
It grinned. It ripped a fist of mangling claws
Down like a meteor. It gouged the stairs,
Where Varr and the Old Man had stood away
As could a spoon through cold whipped butter-cream,
But they had ducked, had rolled under its palm
As it passed just...
Epic, Iambic pentameter, Poetry, blank verse
Somewhere, amongst the ruins of ruins
The legions of dishonored dead, hissing
As might an immolated corpse upon
A burning ship, at cold saltwater's touch,
With agonizing slowness flung themselves
Against the hated company who held,
Though...
Epic, Iambic pentameter, Poetry, blank verse
Shane found the Old Man waiting underneath
A spreading and a skeletal ash tree.
And he was not alone. Beside him stood
The Lady, with her ineffable smile,
The Old Woman, frowning upon her cane,
The Witchfolk King, rolling brown oak leaf...
Epic, Iambic pentameter, Poetry, blank verse
The man turned round and smiled. As when the blobs
Of seeming random ink click suddenly
Into an image unmistakable
Of a familiar human face without
The slightest alteration in themselves,
But only in the one who stares, and stares,
And stares,...
Epic, Iambic pentameter, Poetry, blank verse