Find today's poetry prompt here It's howling It's howling! It's howling! The wolf inside. It's howling! This wolf inside to my lost souls. It's howling! My wolf inside for freedom and solitude video source: nywolforg via YouTube Ihr koennt den heutigen Impuls hier finden. Er Heult Er heult! Er heult! … Continue reading #FRAPALYMO POEM FOR NOVEMBER 19TH, 2018 ~ BI-LINGUAL
Home is here home on my embankment isolated soul hopes ever reassuringly end
(there are hopeful poems as well in the "Lost Souls" series) Home My dreams hug my lost souls gently. At last they find a home.
I am not sure if I have published this one on this blog before. But it is worth repeating. Another poem of my "Lost Souls" series. losing my souls time and time again I am losing my souls one for the pain one for the joy one for the duty one for the treachery one stays … Continue reading Poem of the Day: Losing my souls/Gedicht des Tages: Ich verliere meine Seelen
I still feel this exhaustion that I tried to express in this poem. There is an age-old exhaustion in survivors. You cannot imagine what it takes out of you to be on high alert continuously because danger is your normal. You cannot imagine what it takes out of you when nightmares haunt you night by … Continue reading Poem of the Day: A Century of Sleep
(another one of my "Lost Souls" poems) Gathering My lost souls gather: There is the angry one shouting. There is the gentle one weeping. There is the little one scared. There is the creative one making sense. There is the mad one losing control. There is the sensible on coordinating... BUT what are their names? … Continue reading Poem of the Day: Gathering
(This poem was written for my "Lost Souls" poetry series) Shields Night falls over my lost souls. They stand strong against the Dark Knights. One by One they hold up their shields: The angry one holds up desire; The gentle one holds up love; The little one holds up grief; The creative one holds up … Continue reading Poem of the Day: Shields
(another poem of my "Lost Souls" series) My Souls Universe My souls transmit sadness over the universe ~ a shaking stumbling drowning universe ~ in a sea of pitiless agony. However every morning an awesome sun rises over us ~ wiping away all sadness.
(This is the first one where I use the expression "Lost Souls") Dark Knights dark knights came to me their fiery swords slew my first soul they came again and again night by night I lost soul after soul their desolate shadows linger in the back of my dreams where dark knights come to me....
(The first poem in my "Lost Souls" series even though I I did not use the expression yet) Metamorphosis again and again my refugee self seeks shelter in golden chrysalis it hibernates rests dreams transforms blooms into my authentic self forever inclining to my refugee soul