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Shadows stir beneath iron skies,
The blood of gods in my veins lies.
With every step, the ground does quake,
And heaven trembles in my wake.

On throne of stone, my will commands,
A king of night with blood-stained hands.
I stand unyielding, cold, and tall,
None may oppose, none shall fall.

Whispers of fate in silence scream,
For in my grasp, the world shall bleed.
With each decree, the earth shall break,
The gods weep for the sins they make.

I reign supreme, the silent call,
None shall wield the axe but I—none at all.
In shadows deep, where light is frail,
I walk as king, the eternal trail.
"Iron Reign" is a dark, mythic monologue spoken by a godlike sovereign whose power shakes the heavens. Blending apocalyptic imagery with regal menace, the poem explores the burden of dominion, divine vengeance, and the chilling solitude of absolute rule.
Erenn Apr 13
We met in coincidences—
Once in angst staring at the moon
Twice in silence glaring at the sun
Thrice under colored skies pretending not to watch.

Each time,
the universe held its breath.
Each time,
we let go too soon.

There were years between our names.
Other hands. Other homes.
Hearts that tried to forget
what never really left.

But I’ve learned—
what isn’t meant for you
will fight to leave.
And what is
will find its way back,
no map,
no warning,
just a pull.

So even if we part again,
even if time forgets our faces—
I’ll know:

'You are the return.
You are the thing that stays.
'
Indefinitely


Erennwrites
Kiki Apr 11
H
Pretty eyes,
Like big blue skies
You got me all,
Hypnotised.
Dear Earth,
It is my, fault and
my biggest regret,
I owe you an apology, because
you didn't forget,
I owe you for the things
that has happened to you,
So, I am Appoligizing
on behalf, for this apology is due.
The people of this world
has done you so wrong,
Run-a-muck and done foolish things, and just strung you along!!
The people of this world today,
do not deserve you,
They waste and they damage, and
They don't have a clue.
They can't get it right,
They're polluting the Lands
Is where I Step in and take a big stand,
I see what they're doing from the heavenly skies,
I'm writing this letter
to let you realize,
On behalf of the Horizons,
As we so sincerely oblige,
from the bottom of our Hearts,
we sincerely apologize!!!


Sincerely yours,


The Blue Concerned Skies!!!


B.R.
Date: 3/20/2025
Arii Mar 13
I always loved the sky.
From its bright sunny blues in the morn’
To its oranges in the evening
To its pinks at early dawn

To the warmth of the sun
To the cool of the rain
To the thunder in the distance
To the snow and the hail

To the fluffy clouds in the day
And stars that shine at night
To the moon and the planets I
Couldn’t reach if I tried.

I always loved the sky.
For I could always become a part of it.
Our bodies will die as stone; buried beneath the earth –
We’re resting days, until the end of days is unearthed
For all our own sins have fallen from Adam’s curse
And perhaps when we fall in love,
It too is a curse…
When all the effort we give, just never works

Yet, as somebody’s child is probably crying
Would the sky truly wipe their tears –
Our skies are dying…
As the winds blow in mystery; never telling us
Where they’ll go – we hope to dream, we dream
For hope, but is hope worth your dreams dying

We are only but a strange paradise
Praying up to Heaven, for a means to survive
We love, we hope, we hate, we cry, we try
And all will die – question is, what do you choose
To do with what you have left of this life?
Somebody tell the sky,
That it doesn’t have to be gray,
If it doesn’t want to anyways.

It’s awfully hard,
To rain on someone’s parade,
If the sun is shining through you.

Even when your curtain is closing,
That’s no reason for you,
To not give the best finale you can.
Be your best self, because there’s no reason not to. Life’s a lot easier when you're your best self.
Please pray for Los Angeles!!!


The skies are so gray,
with such a dark gloom,
I can smell the rain,
I hope it comes very soon.

The air is so windy,
The Clouds are set,
Hoping Raindrops fall,
Thus far, nothing yet.

The gray Skies are ready,
Perception predicts Rain,
Of All of the burning Forrest,
I pray this in Jesus Name.

Los Angeles is now Burning,
As an arsonist runs free,
Oh, Please stop these fires,
I beg this and I plea.

As the burning slows down,
It's a sad crying shame,
From losing homes and businesses,
Lies nothing but burned remains.

May the burning start to cease,
As we are wondering why,
Lord, please send us rain,
Form so very, very High,
Form the Heavens above
Of these dark weeping skies!!!!


B.R.
Date: 1/11/2025
we are speech and breath
the days are red; painted blushes in the sky
would the Heavens tell us stories of true love –
a message well read?
Lizzie Bevis Jan 8
Grey clouds burst from leaden skies,
While puddles mirror my heavy eyes,
The thrumming droplets on window panes
Echo the throbbing of my aches and pains.

Lifeless streets shine, although grim and wet,
While every puddle swells with regret,
As wind blows through the scraggy bare trees,
Howling and wailing into the breeze.

I stand in shop doorways to keep dry
As rain continues to fall from the sky,
Like tears that stain the sullen ground,
And my hope dissipates without a sound.

I look around and I know
That it will be another dismal day.

©️Lizzie Bevis
I'm very English…I complain about the weather, just poetically!
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