My name is Matt Henning and I write poems as a release for myself, but also, other people seem to enjoy them as well. Which is a bonus, I suppose. more »
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Matthew Henning Poems
The Black Death
Dark tendrils of disease spread across the land Twisting clawing
The Invisible Man
Seeing your face sets my heart ablaze burning passionately, just for you, but, To you, I’m invisible To me, you’re unmissable
Ode to Loneliness
My soul has become a well. Deep, and dark, and Overflowing for all to witness. But after years of giving, and giving,
Rest In Peace
It began with a whisper. A soft voice in the ear of those who would listen. An underground thought
Sonnet of Twilight
Veils of gold pulled 'cross the black of heaven Weep warm summer rain on meadows of green Caustic memories wander and beckon Shattered hearts and empty souls fill the scene
Comments about Matthew Henning
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
The Black Death
Dark tendrils of disease
spread across the land
Reaching until all of Europe
Is in the clutches of Death himself.
Women and children,
Men and kings alike,
a third of the population
all become victims
to the monster named Plague
It waits silently in the dark,
and the filth,
waiting for you to drop your guard.
The beast is hungry.
the beast must be fed.
It cannot be defeated,
It cannot be slain.
We live our lives in fear
of the demise
that waits around the corner.
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