Poetry Collection No. 2
This is a collection of poetry with a similar tone and feel to it. I had to put them together because I suck at writing long poetry. Enjoy.
Winter's Wald
Trees bow, crack and break
In the silence of a winter's mourn
The crimson-covered snow of ages past.
The smokey eyes of the dead
Slumber to the cry of a Lapwing.
Spirits lost in the cold.
Death's Dance.
A cold winte r wind
whispers softly
through a snow-covered tundra
Dead and frozen
Branches sway to her haunting song
The plucking of strings
Sounds of Ivory keys
Dancing the waltz with mother north.
I sit and listen
Their grainy sounds crackling through the gramophone
The fireplace flickers,
Death offers his hand
I close my eyes and smile
It's cold touch.
Crawling into my bones.
I'm gone.
Together forever
We dance into the night.
LIBERTY!
For Liberty! they cry; Lines take aim.
White smoke, Young bodies scattered
across crimson and green farm fields.
Painted like gruesome Christmas trees.
The blood was always there.
Forward they march. A finger wag.
Seen and not heard, Woman!
Do as you're told, Black man!
Pick cotton, Irish man!
Out of the way, Indian!
Death to Tyrants! they call...
The white man steps to the podium and waves.
to the filth-covered masses.
No crown, but crowned.
A tyrant gone, tyranny still.
Ash and Dust
Cry through smoke-stung eyes.
Ash and dust, my life. Darkness.
The souls withered husk.
Fallen Warriors
Cold embrace of fall,
A Valkyries song on high.
Death comes for us all.
Winter Wind
A cold winter's wind.
Whispers softly through the trees.
Life, frozen and dead.
About the Creator
Nicholas R Yang
An Archaeologist and aspiring Doctor, I am a part-time writer from the East Coast of Canada. Written multiple plays, poems, and short stories. Currently has a single published work, available through Amazon Canada. "Musings From The Other"
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