welcome to poets blood
Poetry is an art form that is in us all, now where an artist would paint a picture in oils or watercolours. A poet will use your imagination how many times have you tried to write lyrics to a song or a love poem but never pursued because we thought only lyricist or poets could write a verse. A poet writes from within and through this effort poetic sonnet's emerge from styles of Bard and poesy and ending with a beautiful rhyme, which ever way it takes you this is for all to explore. So go now explore these pages be inspired after all the Pen is far mightier than the sword. If you would like to see one of your poems here on this site or make a comment on what you see here Email me and let me know. These pages are dedicated to the people that I love and to some that I have loved and lost. Nothing is more healing than self expression
SUICIDE
Tension confusion rising high
No where to run nowhere to hide
Tornadoes of depression From the hell inside
Can't see my way out Only one thing to do
Without a doubt Tranquility rages through
Inner peace is new
The decision is made
Thus the pills will do
© Author Kent Woodburn
Fire and water
Hawk of the desert
Heat and dust burnt inside
Watching for prey
Guarding the moisture inside.
Circling, watching.
Woman of the woods
Hidden in the green
Waiting, wary.
Guarding the forest pool.
Still, secret.
Fire burning,
Licks the trees.
Water of the wood
Meets the fire.
Fire and water combine to power.
And hawk and woman ride the skies.
© Valerie Allen
time or place
18 years of struggle and pain
living in this material world
not know my time or place
an existence of self exile
Who am I why am I here
The ever lasting questions I hold to dear
Fearing to go forward resisting to go back
I live in this hell invisible to all
18 years of deliverance and growth
Revelations of things I do not know
intense as it all was
I forge my path towards my destiny
18 years this journey has taken
Harnessing the clouds that blinded me so
The love I had that I never knew
I unleash for all to hold
I walk without fear of knowing that life is sweet
Treasuring the moments that will come
In 18 years I have become one
©Author Kent Woodburn
