Poems from Rachel Genevieve
Hello! I'm a writer from Texas. I'm more used to writing prose, but I write poetry from time to time. I like literature, folklore, theology, and tea. I'm a Christian, so some of my poetry may reflect this.
With five blows of a hammer,
The Western Church was torn,
And all across five hundred years,
The argument was born.
Bam!
No prophet spoke...
Some dark nights I think about Hell and of death,
Of torture and devils and cold demon-breath.
A monk, a professor, a seer, a writer...
From here henceforth, I write without a rhyme.
Just meter shall foretell my poem’s design.
Ten syllables for every line of words,...
My forebears ran through hills of green,
Their children gathered humble blooms
And carried them in bunches home,
They swam through white-...
The stars cry the hallows of heaven.
They declare the name of our Creator.
The thin air on the peaks of the mountains,
Is the echoed glory...