Category: Poems
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Burning Slowly
Burned-black crater, half moon of pain amidst desert sandsSomewhere along the riverbank water turns to fire and burnsNo memory of the beginning, only the mid-time flames eruptingLicking edges already blackened by the memory of a lost past.Days gone, spent in ignorance of the coming hellfirePlaying amidst the cool waters, waiting for the shoreline to empty.Steam-scorched…
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Dance of the Blood Sea
A slow dance to the rhythm of heartbeatsBeneath the surface of a blood-red seaOur hearts beat madly against the wavesCrashing over the wind-smooth sea wallBattering the harbor’s defensesSeeking to sweep away the port protectedThrow it all out to distant horizonsTear the wall to piecesLet the tide in to cleanse our soulsThis perfect vulnerability knows only…
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Our Home
Stumble toward the lightReach for itGrasp at sunbeamsThat have traveled empty spaceTo fall upon your outstretched hand.That still have the power to burn.Emerge from shadowFind the world as it once wasBefore the coming of darknessSpinning with chaos and beautyAre they the same thing?Behind you stretches consciousnessAn unbroken stream Rushing to the mountaintops.Beyond you is the…
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Leviathan
I dream of an untouched worldEndless space between two horizonsSalt air on my cheek, beneath meStrangeness reaching miles below intoThe realm of Leviathan, whose monstrous formPainted ancient nightmares blueTo stand on the bones of landAloft on the surface of the rippling etherTo hear the haunting callsAnd see shadows of the deep pass by in silenceTo…
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Lakeside Waltz
The trees are barren,Whispering in the breezeOf a winter’s night.Upon the lake a dockAnd two wraiths Clad in shadows.Reflections of a thousand lives Ripple on the water Around them.No thought for the lostWho wander in the darkSearching for hopeAmong the stars,The lovers danceAwash in timeDrifting in the space Between worlds Original Photograph
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Further
Formless void between our mindsEmptiness in which fleeting desire sparks Ignites a signalRipples of light fly outAcross a heaving ocean Never to returnBells toll in a distant landRumbling through alpine valleysCalling to the faithfulReceiving no response How the mighty have fallen!Cast down at our feetThey see the void and despair At its touchWearing the crown of…
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Porch Light
The light is onRain falls heavy from an inkblot skyEyes watch broken glass for secrets reflectedHands caress age-dusted papyrus, seeking an answerBlood falls fresh from a wound opened each day anewEarth drinks deeply of the sanguine dropsBrief fire in the sky sets an aching heart aflameA matchstick extinguished; a forest on fireVoices on the wind…
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Flight
Hidden beneath falling ash,Eyes closed, counting heartbeatsShattered glass like falling rainShimmers in the wind Overhead the Watcher circlesDrawing closer, ever closerCarried by the winds of angerToward the light of breaking day The clouds are fed by smokestacksThat tower overhead andSpew forth the breath of machinesToiling beneath the barren fields A slow march of drones proceeds…
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Coronation
The realm has crowned a new kingBorn under stars devoid of prophecyRaised not as warrior, mage, alchemist, or princeGiven reign over no subjectsGranted no quest to seek glorySpoken of not in fear, reverence, or aweScion of the Earth; veins filled with no royal bloodYet now standing at the altar of truthBowed to by invisible masses…
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The Search for Sand
I see a figure standing hereHidden within the shadowed hallHead bowed in grief, consumed by fearForetelling how the world will fall. Beside them one who laughs at deathSets fire to their solemn soulThe spark is lit and fanned by breathOf hurricanes and rock ‘n’ roll ‘Cross oceans red with rebels’ bloodWith sights set on a…
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More Ruins
Across a dim lit roomEye contact repeatedUnspoken words screamedWind in an abyssThe dark place we meet onceBeneath a wild-light moonAnd whispers of the space we shareBeyond something realBuried in ruins not yet builtA world we might have knownHad starlight fallen more kindly upon us
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The Witch’s Tomb
I. He pulls a tattered coat tightly about his shivering body Drags his way down a dim side street through a sleepy village His goal the warmth of a welcoming hearth to pass the night away. Behind him the shades of his past follow in somber procession Calling his name, calling his name But he…
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The Hillside, or The Pallbearer
It doesn’t matter how carefully I walk on wet grass— The water always finds a way to seep into my shoes. Strange thought to have when carrying what I am. Four of us lead the way to the hillside. The dead here are buried high up To make their ascent just a little easier. Beneath…
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Ghost Ship
The rock thrown out of the deep, pummeled by iron waves that seek to tear it back beneath the surfaceA ship glides empty like a wooden desert, lost upon swells that cannot feel it, bleaching dry when the sun can find its way through the gray aboveSea-soaked sails with holes like the moon fly above…
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Winter Comes
As the world freezes, doorways are opened to a sleeping darkness.Some try to keep hold of the sun’s warmth, but it must melt away,A slow march, time pulling a long night over the worldMarked by a solstice—night of ice and shadow when dread lords walk the EarthWorshipped by followers who cannot see the light beyond…
Mitchel David Ring 