Quatrain Love Poem by Chris Bunton I brought her to tears.It’s not what I want to do.I feel that I broke her,And I’m broken too. How do we get us back;To find ourselves again?There’s an awkward thing now;A shame that’s insane. The makeup was hot and dirty,a grudge and a love.Can we go back,And fitContinue reading “To Tears”
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Family
A Poem by Chris Bunton What is family?I’ll tell you what I think. Family is a bunch of people,you are tied to for life. Whether you like it or not.They are there, and share it. Even if they hate you,they bear the title and stains. Whether it’s your child,Or mom, or uncle, or dad. There’sContinue reading “Family”
The Frog Ballad
Poetry by Chris Bunton Terry the tadpoleSwam with his friendsIn the vernal poolIn the spring time field. He swam here andHe swam over there.He swam and he swamLike all tadpoles can. But one day he sawHis pool was growing quite smallAnd that’s not all.His tail seemed to be falling off. What’s wrong with my worldContinue reading “The Frog Ballad”
Old Man Moe
A Limerick Poem by Chris Bunton Everyone called him Old Man Moe, living free like a Hobo. He once hopped a train, in the driving rain, but, slipped and lost his big toe. Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois. Photo by the poet, a speeding train at night. FollowContinue reading “Old Man Moe”
Rise
By Chris Bunton Time to rise and shine, my friend;there’s a long way till the end.Are you coming? I’ve seen you struggle to grow.It’s hard, but worth it, you know.You are amazing. Bio: Chris Bunton is a Writer, Poet and Blogger from Southern Illinois Photograph of the Illinois and Mississippi Rivers at Pere Marquette StateContinue reading “Rise”
Agony of the Heart
by Chris Bunton Agony of the heart,turns for our good.When giving ourselves to Him,trusting who we are. Nothing is true,about our pain.It lasts a moment,till winds blow it away. Nothing happens unknown;nothings new in this world.All is built on piles of past,and we shall fly by again. Eternity within us;our souls remain.Just a moment today;tomorrowContinue reading “Agony of the Heart”
The Monsters Come
By Chris Bunton Every morn, the monsters come.They come to attack my day.Every morn it’s the same,and every day, they strive away. The skeletons from closets scream,while vampires claw from crypts.They draw and draw until I am spent.Every day they come. The Monsters come. Ghosts of words unsaid,and desires of demons ripping.Wraiths of past thingsContinue reading “The Monsters Come”
Justice
By Chris Bunton Justice is always achieved through violence. When a nation wants justice they carpet bomb the enemy, and drop nukes on their head. When a government wants justice, they drag you from your car or home, lock you in a cage, put you before a joke of a court, and lock you inContinue reading “Justice”
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