If a picture paints a thousand words Then where does that leave me A pen for a brush and ink as my paint And the words are what you all see
If the pen is mightier than the sword Then a warrior I must be With a cutting remark and sarcasm bold A shield of prose for me.
– Darren Scanlon
The first volume of the Positively Poetic Series. A collection of poems to suit all tastes. Covering a wide range of subjects and emotions including dark and thought provoking to tear-jerker’s and even light-hearted and romantic pieces. Truly a poem for all occasions!
The shrine of Madonna stood tall, The high king’s rapier fell down, not anymore was he the young prince, for he was devoid of all feelings. The shrine of Madonna stood strong, The high king’s blood washed the ivory pedestal,
A misbelief breaks into rags. Still I dream of some gods on black pages piecing together the words of light. The rains come in the cage of tears, voicelessly. Striated muscles of splintered faith go to cramps birthing the avatar
There was thunder in the hut teeth clattered under the ground. Handcuffed you walk in inequality to qualify for hanging till dead. I may not tell myself what was happening to me. Moving in opposite direction the bird was able