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
- Civil War Songs
- Eve by Rainer Maria Rilke
- Morning Poem #39 by Wanda Phipps
- Robert Burns: Epistle To James Smith:
- Sonnet To Sleep poem – John Keats poems
- My Father by Yehuda Amichai
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Комета
- Pigeon Haiku by Violet Uram
- Robert Burns: The Day Returns:
- Let It Be Forgotten by Sara Teasdale
- A Conversation At Dawn by Thomas Hardy
- Song—The Birks of Aberfeldy by Robert Burns
- NO SE VIVIR ASI by victoria luisa mora paoli
- In Memory Of Major Robert Gregory by William Butler Yeats
- Sonnet CXXX by William Shakespeare
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
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).
