“water as imagery” his dress weighted like water, drowned in fabric. a lovely lilac to his bronze mane. his smiles lays greedily on display, for in the mirror, his reflection at last. works @awitchsnest
Category: Poems
Poem a Day – 20
“a tarot card” The Sun pricking of a pink breeze drifts from inside my chest, follies by yellow and screaming orange. the sun engulfed in a child, a woman who is the sun. grasping for blinded joy, before the softness of life settles. works by @awitchsnest
Poem a Day – 19
“list of questions for someone” Mother when you were small what did you think life was? and what color were it’s walls? did you day dream of sweet dandelion princes and dancing nights? were you shocked by the different color? did you write words to count your days? are you happy, afterwards? now that you…
Poem a Day – 18
“acrostic poem” A little library of grief Tethered to the hollow ringing of Her spine. Even though she burned the pages No words would sleep, And grief is a friend, lifelong. works by @awitchsnest
Poem a Day – 17
“Newspaper headlines about your life” Father’s are shitty sometimes. Does society breed violent men? The answer will not shock you. Girl realizes they are not a cis girl. witchcraft is what little girls do in the backyard. don’t set the books on fire – you’ll need them later. works by @awitchsnest
Poem a Day – 16
“black out poem of a Wikipedia article” Drowned God: Conspiracy of the ages (video game) poets name praised fruition as ancient, and history seeded, guided by their god. gateways forbidden, displayed artifacts of relic worlds. they gain voices of brass with recorded awareness, psychedelic fascinated by the progress of words. works by @awitchsnest
Poem a Day – 15
“In the dream” cotton blooms in red and yellow with violets of incandescence. in the dream i see no folly in their prose. my feet grow bare in the swallowing river and the little brightness that floats near glides by the bank. works by @awitchsnest
Poem a Day – 14
Cruelty. glory is facetious and honor is a trick. daggers can easily be painted yellow gold to hide their cut. these people do not care for you, only the victory, when you stand between paint and what was promised them. works by @awitchsnest
Poem a Day – 13
Use ‘cursed’ and ‘thieves’. the trees pulls at the backdrop sky, and the ground seems further away. a cursed forest is just a forest, the shadows a similar length. Yet, fear scares greed and the knots of old branches have eyes. they care not for thieves. works by @awitchsnest
Poem a Day – 12
Use the word ‘pear’. he stumbles through dreams, face placid. you wonder where he is. the curve of his lips, like a pear, the desire to partake pulls you, gently, to touch the smooth lines. he twitches and purses his mouth. his dream is full of fruit. works by @awitchsnest
A Witch's Nest 