rising - The Poetry Shelter

" Give me new Phoenix wings to fly at my Desire " John Keats
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My English Poems

To call the words, hope they will come,
nightfall brings their fading scent
to use the powers, long forgotten,
start the beginning of the End.

The hunters waiting for their prey,
with patience, they' ve got time
like me, speaking soundless words,
set in perfect rhyme.

What do you wish to see my friend,
a shiny world of love ?
Life is not a game to play,
there are no gods above.

I cast the spell, the time was right,
to deal with broken trust
when the darkness turns to light,
I' m rising from the dust.

© Hans-Jörg Bohm
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