Poems

Faith In a chapel bathed in light, where shadows flee from holy might,a man kneels with a weary heart, seeking strength to not fall apart.Stained glass windows cast a glow, reflecting stories he’ll never know,his faith a fragile, fleeting thing, in a world that’s lost its meaning. He clutches tight a rosary, whispering prayers on […]

Fears and Solid Ground Fears are shadows dancing near,guides to courage, stark and clear.Every trembling breath you take,leads you past the deepest ache. In every quiver, every fright,solid ground awaits the light.Fear’s a map with grim allure,showing paths both dark and pure. With each terror you confront,strength emerges from the blunt.Step by step, through ghostly

Fading In the dark, we whispered dreams,of a love we couldn’t hold.The silence filled the spaces between,as your hands began to let go. Your eyes no longer shone like before,and the fire started to fade.What happened to the plans we made?Our love seemed strong in our dreams. But now your touch feels cold,a chill that

Fading Eyes Shadows stretch across the doorway, breathing heavy in the dark,curtains swaying, something lingers, silent whispers leave their mark.Cold hands crawling down my shoulders, tracing paths that don’t exist,every echo pulls me deeper, haunted by a phantom kiss. Candle flickers, dying slowly, casting figures on the wall,footsteps pacing in the silence, yet the hallway

Every Shade of Lonely Lonely isn’t simple, deeper than it seems,different shades and colors, haunting quiet dreams.Sometimes lonely whispers, sometimes lonely screams,every shade of loneliness tearing at the seams. Mornings lonely subtle, evenings deeply blue,loneliness evolving, colors mixed in you.Sometimes loneliness comforts, other times it stings,every shade is different, quiet pain it brings. Maybe someday

Eyes Empty Eyes empty,soul she sold.Fading dreams,stories unfold. Looking for comfort in the night,chains of fategripping tight. Safety in the shadows,no light to see.Fear her guide,endless misery. Hope left on the streets in stride.

Empty Shelves I wake up early, the sun’s just starting to rise,but the pantry’s empty, nothing left to find.The days are long, and the pressure’s getting worse,I’m trying to stretch what little I’ve got, but I feel cursed. I’ve worked all week, but the cupboard’s still bare,the weight of the world, with no relief to

Empty Pantry Blues The fifteenth always came at us like a slow wall grinding through the week we faced,the money already spent before the paycheck had the time to make its place.Mama counted quarters at the kitchen table with her back turned perfectly straight and thin,while we pretended we were not hungry and we all

Empty House, Full Bottles Curtains drawn, silence deep, shadows own this room,drinking memories bitterly, chasing out the gloom.Photos gathering dust, smiles frozen stiff and cold,the house still holds you in each shadowed corner’s mold. Echoes mocking softly, footsteps haunt the halls,your voice whispers sadly from paint peeling off walls.Mornings taste like loneliness, coffee laced with

Empty Chair He never missed a Thursday, same stool, same time, same jokes,always had a story ready while he lit his smokes.Last week the seat’s empty, just a coaster and a glare,the barroom felt like winter with that empty chair. The bartender kept looking, out of habit, out of hope,someone played his favorite record, we