Midnight chanting – Tears drying in the dark.East face fasting – Seeing no morning – No man apart.Chains now prayer ropes – Not one ask why.Lord have mercy – No light in the sky.Not suffering more – Just suffering towards.With Psalms – Not swords.Aim is clear – Not peaceful.Screaming rage through tears pull.Still suffering towardsContinue reading “The Suffering of the Saints”
Tag Archives: Love
Write Alone
The lad, the no income bard.And love just don’t cut it,when times get hard.She thanked me for the laughs,rhymes, and the billet-doux.But I’m a silk stocking girl,that needs more than you.In a silent shrug I understood.Still had my hair, still a handsomeyoung blood.Just one of those times life sendsyou back home.To pick up a penContinue reading “Write Alone”
All Will Realise
This one you won, I’m to blame.If you think I’m conquered its you,that’s insane.Just a mere battle, admittedlyyou battled well.I succumbed, I tasted hell.Do not exult for long.For this sorry state I’m muchtoo strong.Resilient, fought for an age in time.This aint my first pen, this aintthe first line.Now in His name, contemplate yourretreat.I’m in Him.Continue reading “All Will Realise”
Flames of Holiness
I didn’t know loneliness had a sound.Then the prison door slammed,locked. Isolation vibrated up through the ground.The world left but the pain stayed throughout the night.Hours dripped slowly from the ceiling. I crave them like a lover, her skin… I invite.No Priest – So the cold steel bars hear the whisper of my confession.Time slowsContinue reading “Flames of Holiness”
Death
Death shown me the way.Never would I have written a sentence.If I did not know, I’d die someday.So I be where… they don’t understand.With the ease of the piper and the armies band.Yes one day, I’ll be gone.My words though for them… will carry on.
Rock Love
Roses are Red Violets are blue. When I listen to Oasis My neighbours do to.
smithshinepoetry YouTube channel
Ideas
All my ideas are stupid, but they all lead me to you. Guess I’m stupidly in love with you.
sandgrounders voice
Just the prayers of the saints that holds the kingdom together. Though it’s brewing. In the churches and pubs, as willow strikes the leather. The spark lit the Sandgrounders voice, then roared the whispers of a nation. In the raging storm through the fiery furness, a glimmer for the fearless lies at the next station.Continue reading “sandgrounders voice”
write
There isn’t anything more fulling than doing what is right. After that just try to write ✍️
Smith Shine Poetry 