The devils of anger
sit high on their thrones
throwing their gavels
and breaking my bones
I revert to the place
where to me it began
Running and sinking
my feet in the sand
The same face takes on
so many forms
I seek peace
in the wake of the storms
This shadow of hate
follows closely behind
Hiding stealth then quickly
raping what’s mine
I gather the pieces
to return to my chest
Perhaps you are right
I deserve nothing less.
Copyright ©: Margaret Marie Hubbard
End of the poem
15 random poems
- In the Old Age of the Soul poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Old Deuteronomy by T. S. Eliot
- Федор Сологуб – Лиловато-розовый закат
- Don’t Ask Me Why poem – Alexander Pushkin
- The Child Is Father To The Man by Ted Hughes
- Perseus by Sylvia Plath
- As Adam, Early in the Morning. by Walt Whitman
- Evening balcony by Vladimir Marku
- In Memoriam A. H. H.: 11. Calm is the morn without a sound poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Pan with Us by Robert Frost
- Владимир Маяковский – Про это
- Ode To Autumn poem – John Keats poems
- Industrial Lace poem – Alice Fulton
- Наум Коржавин – На побывке
- Medallion by Sylvia Plath
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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
