Tag: Poems

  • The Land: A Poem

    The Land: A Poem

    The land it stretches on and on, away before my eyes.   The hills roll far into the distance meeting sunkissed skies. I sit upon a grassy knoll and feel to my surprise,  The land beneath me stir and groan and threaten to arise. 

  • Poetic Fantasy

    Poetic Fantasy

    This time I’m using a poem I’ve never heard of before, and I have no idea what it means, but I thought it could make an interesting visual, when paired with fantasy art. ‘”My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!” Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of…

  • The Raven: Part 1

    The Raven: Part 1

    “Once upon a midnight dreary,While I pondered, weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curiousVolume of forgotten lore—While I nodded, nearly napping,Suddenly there came a tapping,As of some one gently rapping,Rapping at my chamber door.“‘T is some visitor,” I muttered,“Tapping at my chamber doorOnly this and nothing more.” –The Raven, Edgar Allen Poe. Stanza 1.…

  • Spiny Tail, Purple Feet

    Spiny Tail, Purple Feet

    “Origination from a spore Came from fly with little more Than a brain cell. Shrivelled inside. Spiny tail, purple feet, You will never get to meet Me. Unawares… “ Yes, there’s another one. Another nonsense poem that I wrote a very long time ago. This one I wanted to try and see what Fantasy or Scifi…

  • A New Year’s Art Experiment

    A New Year’s Art Experiment

    Does this have anything to do with the dawn of the new year? Absolutely not. That’s just coincidently when it happened, so I decided to include it in the title, because I think it sounds better. Art. So. I wrote a poem. Not a big shock. I do it occasionally. Not particularly often these days,…

  • The Weary Traveler

    The Weary Traveler

    Amongst the mountains a mist has settled, blinding white like snow, flows through the valley wide and deep, where no man dares to go. The sun is shinning atop the hills, the great curved sweeping planes, the green grass shines like velvet, with dew from the last rains. The trees before me, straight and tall,…