PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

A method cuts you out― 
in hunger pangs, 
to set you free from bonding 
of four― leaf clover, or word. 

Love has become a 
one way pain, without libido― 
in want of a fairy ring. 
The maternal cost was high. 

Drifting between the 
black sea and dead sperms, 
you want to raise a 
new cult. 

The religions betray. 
Everything was marketed with 
thumbed scripts. 
Gods were threat to sane hymns. 

I am trying to carve 
a face, from the rocks, not 
animal, not angel.