National Poetry Month: Roses Are Red

Roses Are Red Roses are red, my love, soft crimson or scarlet The colour of velvet wine so cloying like blood I remember the red rain that night petals falling And the half open window, breeze fluttering spattered curtains Roses are red, my love bang, bang you’re dead © A. F. Stewart 2017 All Rights... Continue Reading →

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National Poetry Month: Poison

Poison Predicating grievances Oscillating resentment Indulging antagonism Stratagem execution Obliterate obstacles Nullify the problem © A. F. Stewart 2017 All Rights Reserved

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