Poems from BRed
Like a pompous peacock I strut about
Like a soldier in mock array
With weapon high and new-found guise,
no one knows my name.
Pinned to...
As I walked along the dusky dark road, the English winter this particular year was torturous to say the least. The icy wind whipping...
He flapped his frame like a bird let loose from its cage.
Freedom felt good.
His voice reached fevered pitch as he thanked heaven for such...
Chanya - (For sisters of war)
Autumn leaves crunched under my feet.
Spindly branches waved as I weaved through the misty moonlight and...
I am your slave-master,
The fists that beat down on your beauty
And the feet that stomps your face
I am your thunderous nightmare,
The...