Category: Poems
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Exist With Me
Exist with me in shades of gray.Become the color in my world— The air in my lungsThe fire in my soul.This ocean, this horizon, this open skyWitness our solitude, completed by each other.Winds whisper to us of the past and future;Beneath us the sea swells high with the truth of now.
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Please Do Not Enter the Historical Structures
Falling rafters clutch a ceiling in placeDesperate to hold onA carpet of broken bottlesBeneath the bedframes of living ghostsLight and wind play in windows that cannot closeSighing worlds pass by and do not see insideNights breathe cold through cracks in the wallsSearching for lost soulsTo carry to the stars Original Photography
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Tell Me of Magic
Tell me, little one, of magicIn this place, none can touch youSpeakThe world listens.I am with you in this quiet momentLet your voice melt into the babbling creekYour sighs drift away into the boughs aboveYour thoughts stray further from the world beyond.Soon we will travel away from the treesOn our way to distant lands where…
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Bridge in the Woods
Far off beyond golden fieldsThe irrigation ditch begins its life as a springThen bubbles down a rocky slope to unspool into a ribbon stream.Wildwood and brambles grow alongsideChoking the Earth for a chance to drink.A man stands on the stream bank, seeking to cross.He watches the spun glass ripples of stream over rock bedImagines the…
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The First Lifetime
Her thin arms bear the weight of lost youthHolding the world at bay with a glanceLips that do not part except to breathe fire Keep secrets whispered in the darkness Time has already passed her byA lifetime lived in the dawn of youthEyes hardened against the gray painSweeping through her unfathomable mind Ahead lies the…
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What We Made
Sometimes I turn a corner, or open a door to a room I’ve never seenAnd it’s like heaven broke upon the Earth in rivers of color and beauty.For all of humanity’s faults, there is something to be said for the things we create.Beauty for beauty’s sake.Ornaments whose only purpose is to make others smile.The creator’s…
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Onward
How fair the folkWho dwell beneath twisted branch and gentle breezeBreathing song of deeds in ages lost to memoryLiving past lives in forest shadeBeckoning to adventurers: “Come rest.Lay your weary bones upon our bedsDrink nourishment from cup of gold and pearlEat well and forget the road ahead For dark and perilous is the wayAnd here…
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Delirium
Explosion of shadowDust clouds swirling in madnessChaos and destruction reign supremeCharred battlefields sweep away horizons bent and brokenFallen stars breathe fire on open woundsNebulae shower the world in goldA planet groans beneath the weight of a knife edge pressed to its throatStruggle not to breatheInhale the scent of deliriumLiquid laughter stabbing eardrumsHead bent, back contortedScreaming…
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Watercolor World
Behind that blue wooden doorTwo share a watercolor worldBreathing together in a moment that cannot lastPushing back a reality that isn’t theirs—Isn’t the truth they painted with their lipsIsn’t what the wanted, but what was necessary.Fighting back flames only to douse them with gasolineWhen they meant to use water.Then, when the world is burning,One leaves…
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His First Audience
His first audience listens quietly as his soul spills onto the streetThe world breaks around their oasis and sweeps awayForgetting to carry them along with itSitting at the crossroads of two lives,Two struggles against the passing time,Two worlds caught beneath the weight of the largerGrinding against the millstoneShaped from rough edges into something newTwo bonded…
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These Walls Breathe Silence
Come, do not yet go awayThese walls yearn to keep youThis house of comfort built against the nightWill be your haven through the seasonsDo not go out into the darknessKnowing not of the horror that lurksBut stay with me here in this warm houseWe need not fear the deep world beyondIt will soon fade into…
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Behind Wrought Iron
The weed-choked path through oak forest ruled by elder branch and flowerLeads twisted souls past gate-kept lawn and rolling hill Lakeside dream resting gray and damp beneath iron peakCobbled drive welcoming none and all—come and do not stayHere I await gawking gaze and shrieking laughQuestions unanswered in this ageWhat strange…But why…Hear notes of bending melody…
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Cold Together
We should not be hereBut we’re here togetherCan you feel my heartbeat?Yours strikes out in ripplesBending the still surfaceWith the racing blood in your veinsLittle earthquakes whisper I love youEven though it isn’t trueI cannot feel my fingersLegs, too, lost in the cold darknessSo I huddle closer to youSnatching at traces of warmth already drifting…
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Endings
Hands scarred and hardened with useStrike wood and metal to create steel magicCoaxing demon cries from the choking neckBending wails echo off marble ceilingsScreaming upward ever higher To pierce the veil and reign in new dayHeralded by thunder. A thousand kings march to slow deathPassing into shadow without care or thoughtSwept into the wash of…
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Reckoning
The horizon rises before me. A black mass approaches Rushing forth to smother all Drown out the light Ignore the cries of those beneath. Always onward, never back Tide of evil and winds of ice Howling across a barren moor. Ships of the dead glide silent On a sea of change. Tattered flags unfurled Feel…
Mitchel David Ring 