Katherine Estelle

Lord, Help Me Pass Through – Poetry by Mickel

I stand before a wall, immense, dark, impervious, an ominous. I ask my Lord. How, Lord, how can I pass through? He answers. Look, my Child. Not with your eyes, hear, my Child, not with your ears. So, for years, I sit. I see. I listen. I see.. the cracks in the wall, fortified by pain.ContinueContinue reading “Lord, Help Me Pass Through – Poetry by Mickel”

“Singing all the Beats This Broken” Poetry by Sam Morris

Singing All That Beats This Broken—-Reaching out for oblivionWhispering of empty daysRain that appeals to no thunderLaughing in silence as endlessLaughing in forms left forgotten Praying for surcease of all painHolding minutes dripping through dead handsLoving thoughts kept in solitudeKnowing only what is not, for my senses dimmedSinging songs time stitched of lossSinging stillness intoContinueContinue reading ““Singing all the Beats This Broken” Poetry by Sam Morris”

“Keep” Poetry by Sam Morris

Underneath this fiery lapse of eyes lidded of sunset’s doubtsI build this Keep to house all beauty left to meSoftest blue meets the kindest touch of lips tipped in loving breathThe mercy beguiling all hope left rotting on the vines withered of a calloused serenityKeep the love insideKeep the beauty hidden from eyesKeep the voice,ContinueContinue reading ““Keep” Poetry by Sam Morris”

“22 missed calls” – Poetry by Ryan

Spring grows into summer,Colors showing in Fall,Dark time is the winter see no color at all,Working is the man who can’t relax when on call,The days seem tall,Miss his sons game of B-ball,And if that ain’t enough,The man’s going through withdrawal,Going through hell,He’s smacked around like a pinball, 22 missed calls,His wife had the lastContinueContinue reading ““22 missed calls” – Poetry by Ryan”

Bug’ Poetry by Keoghan

“The energy doesn’t feed the way it used toThere are no chordsNo poemsNo pictures or filmsThat can distill youThat can ever capture your essenceI’m still feeding myself liesBroken every time a half-imagined dreamA fragment of a shadow that never wasStalks me through the alleys of my mindLate at night, with the receding lightsI hear youContinueContinue reading “Bug’ Poetry by Keoghan”