The glory of life Maturing in the sunlight Rooted in the Earth. 4/3/18 My third poem for National […]
Author: John W. Leys
This little black notebook Is almost full, Each page covered in Black ink scrawled verses and rhymes, Drops […]
Glorious kingdom of the sons of Alßiz, Stretching from the gleaming towers Of Taran in Falias, Near the […]
Blind blank verse poet, serving God not kings, Whose hero deemed it better to rule Hell Than live […]
Regrets of the past, The allure of the future, Yet neither exist: The only thing that’s real is […]
Faceless shades In Empty robes Lingering outside of perception Near the corner of your eye Over your shoulder […]
A lone voice cries in the night, Echoing through the wilderness Down canyons and through caves, Dissipating into […]
Walking nameless streets In uncertain times Among sunken eyes And gray faced vagabonds, Down dark shadow alleys And […]
Not in ecstasy, Nor anger, nor agony. Find the middle path ‘Tween ascetic and excess Free from suffering […]
The Sun is shining, Light escaping darkened clouds, Warmth through frozen air. 3/18/18
John W. Leys 