Poetheart Morgan

Rookie - 442 Points (05/23/1960 / Rio de Janeiro)

The Souls Collector! - Poem by Poetheart Morgan

~His name was sang to the four winds~

I was so carelessly sitting on my rooftop
seeing all-stars with the green lens

was a noise not a voice
but I was resting there
without hearing it very well
and reluctant to follow it

What is that?

from my special place i saw
some starving apparition
coming out of their stones

not sure...

and i saw even covering my eyes
grey souls coming in my direction

tattered and guided by His desire

~He was there~

covered by night
chewing those five souls

My eyes was a mirror of those pains

i shouted! ! ! No....

but they only could hear
the sound of the night

and still ~ in a perverse way~

~His name is sung to the four winds~

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Terror Poem.

Comments about The Souls Collector! by Poetheart Morgan

  • Musfiq Us Shaleheen (1/9/2014 7:40:00 AM)

    so nostalgic.... nicely written............ morgan........
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  • Shahzia Batool (1/7/2014 12:43:00 AM)

    a nocturnal write up with the associated mystery in it! (Report) Reply

  • Poetheart Morgan (1/6/2014 2:26:00 PM)

    Thanks so much for you gentle comment MM13! (Report) Reply

  • (1/6/2014 2:20:00 PM)

    I feel related with it! ! ! ! And yes very intense in so many ways poète! ! ! !
    Do you prefer French or english?
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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 6, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 7, 2014

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