The Poet's House

#death

  • Dead Poets Hang in The Night

    by Michael Plante Tethered by a noosethe poet awaitsholding dead flowers and a broken heart.His light extinguished and the binding of his life forever crackedthe noose is his only company. The stench of society putrid to him nowdistasteful indeed.Man is… Continue reading

  • I Come from The North

    I am Nanook.I was forged in the cold and the darkness of a barren land.In the arctic we live the hard way.We kill to survive.We survive to make lovein the barren land of the north. I know no pityand understand… Continue reading

  • Closing Your Eyes Forever

    Did you dance in the rainwhen the streetlights came onand thunder rolled across the land?When dreams were being gifted did you catch Nyx as she engulfed the world? Did you ride the tidal wave that consumes everythinggracing the stars with… Continue reading

  • Katie McGee

    by Michael Plante There’s a crow outside my chamber windowI swear its Katie McGeecoming back to haunt mefor leaving her the way I did. She must have died, or made a deal?for her soul is now within a crowfree to… Continue reading

  • On Calm Waters

    by Michael Plante “Our journey together has drawn to its conclusion.I leave you here and surrender my vessel.By end of light and tomorrow’s new riseI enter the realm of death.What you carry will determine the depth of your wakeso be… Continue reading