
Death of Many to Sire One KingdomThe Legions line the killing fields to soon be dead,Death of Many to Sire One Kingdom3 hours ago in Concrete Poetry
The corpses to the crows and ravens shall they be fed;
Condemned to sacrifice by a Fist that has never bled.
Issue forth a decree to swell the ranks,
Offer enticing tempting offers they cannot resist;
Only to have their blood, body and bones fill the river's banks
Before they died did their mothers beg them to desist-
But their valor was paramount did the Fist insist.
The Fist clutches and hatred swells
Signaling the first bloodletting and tolling of the bells;
Send forth ensnared souls and machinations
To behead the rivals and descreate the burning nation-
No hope for the faithless heret

AD LIBAD LIBAD LIB12 hours ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
PICTURES IN MEMORIES
RELIVING OLD MOVIES
THE DAYS OF NEW
LOST SOULS THAT MET
WORDS COMPELLED
TOUCH TRANQUILIZE
FEELINGS MEMORIZED
A PERFECT AFFAIR
WANTING TO KNOW
ONE'S THOUGHTS
ONE'S AFFLICTION
SYMPTOMS OF DENIAL
CONTENTION HARMONIZE
HEART OF ICE
MONTAINS DANCE
NOTHING TO PROVE
ALL TO PROVE
LOOK OF EYES
CAN'T DENY
FEEL THE BEAT
TOUCH A SOUL
HOLDS INSIDE
RIGHT NOW
JUST AD LIB

Labios descosidosDescose tus labiosLabios descosidos21 hours ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
y habla de la primavera que te perdiste,
abrázame y gira a mi alrededor,
cuéntame cuánto me he perdido.
Sé tu misma,
dime que me has echado de menos,
mírame a los ojos y haz que
el tiempo no haya pasado,
pero sobretodo abrázame
y no dejes de girar a mi lado.