The circle of life.
We may fall,
but we’ll rise again
from the dust.
Life continues.
A never-ending circle.
THE CIRCLE OF LIFE
poetry
TIMES HARD TO BEAR
A town where the snow is black,
bringing coldness & fear.
Old remnants of tears held back
& times too hard to bear.
Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished & frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
A BLANKET OF ORANGE & RED
Among the tombstones,
Butterflies are aflutter.
A blanket of orange & red
falls to cover the green.
Sighs cut the silence
Like a sharp knife.
Beneath the ground,
The Dead wait.
The leaves lift in the wind,
Twirling to form shapes.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
by Susanne Leist
HOPE SPRINGS ETERNAL
The sun will shine again.
You will stroll with a friend.
Colorful flowers will take bloom.
Normality will be back soon.
PLAY ME
Can my words soothe your dark soul?
Can my love ease the pain of night?
Try me.
Play me.
THE DEAD GAME
COLORS OF LIFE
Green, blue, and pink.
Red for the sparkling eyes.
A little orange at its toes.
A blue belly for laughs.
A green body for hiding.
Colors of the rainbow.
Colors of love.
Colors of life.
The Moonlit Forest
Walk with me through the moonlit forest.
Let our feet graze the tips of the grass,
held aloft by our love and passion.
Follow me through the endless night
to a land where no man walks,
and love has no bounds or shackles.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
by Susanne Leist
LIVING
Source: aqua-regia009
LIVING
Seek and you shall find
what the mind may hide.
Follow the soft sighs
to where the bird flies.
Dig deeper into your dream
as you float with the stream.
Time will never end
nor will it ever bend.
Enjoy the here and now
as I give my last bow.
SHINE IN THE NIGHT
BORN FREE
I will fight.
Fight the hunters.
Fight to the death.
I will ride proud and free.
Free as the wind.
Man will tame me.
I was born free.
I will die free.
