There will be times when it feels like standing up for what is right means losing all you have left. In those moments, when your back is exposed and the blush of your lips is flush with the bricks, a cold shiver creeping down your ramrod spine is nothing more than the last gasp of [...]
Category: Micro poetry
Peculiar Sing-song Whispers
My world has come crashing down again, but from the foot of my bed and far beyond the gates of my garden I hear you, calling to me, in peculiar sing-song whispers that keep me awake and believing we could walk away from this disaster every time we kiss, or carve our names into the [...]
Light Show
I hope this life decides to be kind to you, I hope it rings your bells and sets off fireworks in your name. I hope you’re a fucking light show. But if my hopes fall short and you are left in the dark, I hope you know you are loved, and I hope you know [...]
Game Night
On Poetry #3
Poetry is the loveliest art, it has a wretched way of revealing our own character when we think we are judging the poet's. © Nicole Lyons 2016
A slip of Heaven
I have seen sinners saved from bloody knees, and heard angels sing from holy things. But you, my love, are the bells that ring, in a heathen's choir when the devil sings. © Nicole Lyons 2017
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