A Cursed Poet

engulfed by flames of wrath,

he swirled around, igniting

the entire darken path,

inky words spilled, writing


the pitiable heart’s hollow pain,

immeasurable as perpetual night,

and ruptured, the day light slain,

against the dispersed body’s might,


it was just the beginning,

of his eroding soul, and existence,

the sirens whilst singing,

calling, desiring for his penance,


which would claim, who he was,

a king, passionate and grim,

left with the marks, of the paws,

of the evil, that had bequeathed him,


a task of seven pebbles, the sins,

he had to conquer, and control,

engraving in his dark skin,

the spell of the ancient scrolls,


he yearned, for a safe escape,

to the regime of his still life,

away from the dark shapes,

of his demons of strife,


there was no way out,

but through the way in hell,

no longer any time for doubt,

he bend to his will’s shell,


shielding him, for the nature

favored for his survival,

as he passed through the gates,

bringing as a result, a revival,


of his blessings, against the curse,

he was determined to bring down,

by the power, of his virulent verse,

reclaiming his soul, and heart, his crown


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Submitting the link to:

1. MindLoveMisery’s Prompt: Curse

2. Sunday Whirl

3. Poetry Pantry


Eagle’s Flight Haiku

The weather has taken a different turn. It is amazing today. Cool blissful wind is flowing, the leaves rustling and the sky, a big expanse of white.

I saw an eagle taking flight, so hence the haiku;

gliding in the air

an angular, yet straight flight

the king of the sky

Peony Haiku

blooming peonies

flower of riches, honor



the secret sender

sweet passion, admiration

budding peony


the king of flowers 

hiding the mischievous nymphs

from the lust of gods


sent through the window

of heart, a bunch of botans

for the beloved


blushed pink and purple

the face of the young maiden

peony colors

* Written in response to Carpe Diem # 215 Peony/Botan 

the indeterminate sky

he roared with laughter

and the thunder rumbled,

a shine glazed his eyes

and the lightening strikes again,

he wept in joy

and sweet droplets peter down,

he cried a lover’s melancholy

and the great tears descend,

he wailed a mother’s fear

and the drops solidified,

he hollered in pain of despondency

and the tempest turns up

begetting mayhem and annihilation,

he is powerful,

formidable he is,

the king of the heavens,

the seed of the mother earth,

the father of the titans,

the eldest of all,

the indeterminate sky.

*Written in response to Personification prompt