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Red

Red hot rage,
Taking shape,
Things I've forgot,
Things displaced. 
All the harm,
Brought onto me,
All the harm,
Brought from me,
Reflected back in a perfect moment,
A human failure,
of utter destruction.  
Wandering Poem Poetry Leave a comment January 12, 2021

Breeze

The wind for tells,
Another change,
Such things to pass,
That movement brings.

When to move,
And when to be still,
An important wisdom,
The wind knows.

So learn well,
This wisdom of the wind,
When to change,
And when to stay still.
Wandering Poem Poetry, Writing Leave a comment December 31, 2020December 31, 2020

The Darkest Day

The Darkest day,
Has come,
The candle light,
Can barely fight, 
The night. 

So we gather up our light,
To fight the darkest day,
To fight the darkest night,
And dream of the brightest day. 
Wandering Poem Poetry, Writing Leave a comment December 23, 2020

Iced

The world freezes over,
For a moment,
Things slow.

It's okay to rest now,
Spring always comes.
And you too,
Can bloom again.
The world freezes over,
For a moment,
Things slow.

It’s okay to rest now,
Spring always comes.
And you too,
Can bloom again.
Wandering Poem picture poem, Poetry, Writing 1 Comment December 15, 2020December 15, 2020

Too Much

It is all too much,
Burned away,
Burned out,
As the moment passes,
But what lies beyond,
I can't say,
As I lay,
Burned out from the last,
Stuck in time,
That moment and place,
Where it was all,
Too much.
Wandering Poem Poetry, Writing Leave a comment December 8, 2020December 7, 2020

Rest

Rest is needed now,
More then ever,
Even at the moment,
Where things seem worst.
You are not alone,
And someone else can take watch,
As we wait,
For the fires to arrive.

Wandering Poem Poetry, Writing Leave a comment December 1, 2020November 28, 2020

Impossible

It’s impossible to know,
what could have been.
Such destruction,
brought again.
Power,
in such a random event.
When everything built by human hands,
is rendered meaningless.

It’s impossible to know, what could have been. Such destruction, brought again. Power, in such a random event. When everything built by human hands, is rendered meaningless.

	
Wandering Poem picture poem, Poetry Leave a comment November 22, 2020November 21, 2020

The Path

He knew that path,
The way to take,
But couldn't convince himself,
To walk that way.

Looking around,
And wasting time,
Hoping someone might,
Force him down,
The path he knew,
He must take. 
Wandering Poem Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing Leave a comment November 17, 2020November 13, 2020

The Rusty Horizon

The Rusty Horizon, fades away, what once was, and may never be again.
Wandering Poem picture poem, Poetry, Writing Leave a comment November 13, 2020November 13, 2020

Fog of War

Can't see,
Through the fog of war,
The conflict hides so much.
The blood of our foes,
Boils over,
and the steam makes,
This Strange fog of war. 
Wandering Poem Poetry, political, Writing Leave a comment November 3, 2020November 2, 2020

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