The Poet's House

#life

  • Waiting On Ice

    I stand upon the ice fieldlooking out to the horizonthe midnight sun is far behind meyet the darkness remains. Soon the redness of a new dayshall seep onto the canvass of lifesoon the ice will breakand I will be free.… Continue reading

  • In Death

    there is no hypocrisy in deathas there is in lifefor the great swell of our existencefesters in regret death will rectify that swellequalize it without remorsebring true the justification of our totalitythat we are nothing more than one part of… 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

  • Life Crafted

    by Michael Plante Can you see yourself floating on the seasin a little craft;waves lappingthe sun is shininga slight breeze brushes your cheeka cloud rolls by to say “Hello”and you laugh because it looks like a smile? At that moment… 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