Rebel Poetry by Chris Bunton I don’t follow the rules.I don’t believe that the rule makers are better than me.I don’t accept their authority to own me. So, I write poetry.Because I can make my own rules.If you don’t like it.Don’t read it. I hate the grammar nazis;who correct my mistakes,And make themselves feel great.Continue reading “My Poems”
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Falling Dust
Fantasy Poem by Chris Bunton Falling from abovesparkles of the moonglittering aroundin glowing soft lightmoon dust fills the sky. Drifting, FallingFaeries gatherfloating on wingin the minds eye. To their kingthey returnbaskets heaped. The moonis full Shine Down It floatslike snow. Dwarven crewsfilling globeslighting mines With low moon glowWhile Elven gladesglisten silverMagick to sow Moon dustContinue reading “Falling Dust”
Things We Can’t Write About
Truth Poetry by Chris Bunton There are things.Things that we can’t write about. Things we can’t speak of,Lest we open doors of destruction. What sort of things?You might ask, prying. Do you not know?Are you perfect in every way? I’m speaking of those sins,we commit, which never see the light of day. Those lusty affairs,ThatContinue reading “Things We Can’t Write About”
A Friend To Me
Poem by Chris Bunton What is a friend to me?Well it’s none of thoseSOB’sIf you know what I mean. A friend invites me places,They want me to come.Not as a charity.But, because they enjoy me. A friend doesn’t,tell me what to do.They don’t play stupid,Tough love games. My friends mind,Their own business.And I mind myContinue reading “A Friend To Me”
Relentless Serial Killer
Poem by Chris Bunton Tired Running through the darkness Confused as the killer comes Everyday Every night The pain The mystery of what comes next Hounded. Pursued. Through the wilderness. No rest for the wicked. Just constant shame and misery. As that killer, called time; comes again and again More and more he takes. AndContinue reading “Relentless Serial Killer”
Rising Sun
A Spring Time English Quintain Rising sun breaks the early chill,stirring the wild from a long cold sleep.Spring flowers bursting on the hill,with dark Red Buds in forests deep,under fluffy clouds, white like sheep. Singing birds in light green trees,while squirrels chase lovers at play.The humming sound of bumble bees,above the ants toiling all day,asContinue reading “Rising Sun”
Beyond The Veil
Tail-Rhyme Poem by Chris Bunton Beyond the veil, in other worlds nearby; sensed or seen dimly in the third eye. Mystical beings, where secrets sought; in distant past, by myths shrouded. Hidden universes crowded, beyond belief. Fantasy or not? Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois. He has published inContinue reading “Beyond The Veil”
We Don’t Trust Them
Rebel Poetry By Chris Bunton We don’t trust them.Those giants who rule the Earth;those fallen ones who stole our dominion. We don’t trust them.Those royal descendants of “gods”;those of the divine blood line. Why should we trust them?They live in castles even today,while we still cower in caves. Why should we trust them?From days ofContinue reading “We Don’t Trust Them”
Smitten
Sonnet by Chris Bunton He was smitten with love for her;by that arrow deep and sure.A gooey warmth between them;filling the heart all within. But, loves shaft, festered, stinking foul;to gangrenous, aching howl.Through steamy glass his love moaned;as he stood outside alone. Those barbs cannot be reversed;holding fast in a soul feeling cursed.Longing for theContinue reading “Smitten”
School Daze
Labor Poem by Chris Bunton In my school dazemy younger dumber daze,I learned many things,but not what I need. I admit I rejected themlike a bad boy does.It’s my fault, they say.It’s my fault, I’m poor. I kind of know what verbs areand what X+T might be.But, what do I do when a cop calls?HowContinue reading “School Daze”
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