https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xWyNhUrLKVI WORDS (My Taste For Rain Has Changed): my taste for rain has changedI no longer cry storms.my taste for thunder begun,when my feet vowed to return. my taste for rain on arid soil,the dawn begunand with the weather I was overi vowed my storm will return. Under the faint sky,my taste for rain evolved.Grew … Continue reading My Taste For Rain Has Changed (Poetry)
WORDS:clearing out the truths in my closeti find another.amidst the chaos and the calm,there drapes the dark woollen coat.persistently promising to always be in vogue.its length smiles at my older selfits warmth laughs at my latter daysits style larks at the former selfits size beams in my early agetelling me its elegance is graspedat a … Continue reading Black Sheep (Poetry)
WORDS:A lucid mirageFaint elusive memoriesReason redundant. Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube Channel https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aJhkyS_oDlUThank you for watching!
WORDS:at the dark red dusk, the monsoon flooded raining kerosene and paraffin trickles of oil lashed like lightning leaving imprint on wooden windowsthe flames upraising like an anthem and we asked our bloodshot eyes to stop chantingwith smoke engraved in our parched coughingwe watch the arid commodities burn with the heat.red spices and brown … Continue reading Arson (Poetry)
WORDS: A stolen laughter, Becomes broken bitternessSeized from sincere souls.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=194JVCaj33k Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube Channel Thank you for watching!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v5kHuhpAf6U Callous feet walked through Fire. A searing flame steaming Souls. Flames of desire Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube Channel https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v5kHuhpAf6UThank you for watching!
WORDS: at 3.am the news wades on the white Calla- lily porcheach held breath praysprobing for the serenity of the things that yesterday cannot change. the opulent ivory door laments for the two pulsating hearts denying rational thoughts as silence slays the hopeof going back to sleep whole. no longer wadingits presence satiates the room … Continue reading 3 AM (Poetry)
A sombre season Where light fades and dark brightens There silver strands align. Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube Channel https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5JPGAr11lGYThank you for watching!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ERWtt4RJMU Waterfall (Haiku) A soft staccato Smoothly singing southwards Rapid droplets dance. Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube Channel Thank you for watching!
a silhouette shawled in titanium with footsteps soft as silk. a graceless poise pierces the back promising a land of honey and milk a shadow tattered in light with sight dark as void a sinister compassionate misled the feet promising a land of honey and milk a shape stirred in sorrow with tears dripping as … Continue reading Sunday Stanza: Poem Fifty Four: A Land of Honey and Milk by Hannah Williams
building hands bristled and bruised turns heaviness into light and the ugly tears streaming from the broken but beautiful hearts ask the fragmented hope to forget thy not and rejoice to remember thee not as a song, not as prayer but it rises in that similitude above the firmament and encircling the sky it asks … Continue reading Sunday Stanza: Poem Fifty Two-Lament By Hannah Williams
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HI7VlCCYaac Rain (Haiku) When the clouds are crying, Land absorbs with apathy. Whilst the sea dances. Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube Channel Thank you for watching!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pPQW1Ri-QA4 Daisy Chains (Haiku) A honey centred, Milky petaled woven crown Youthful hands designs. Thank you for watching and listening. I would appreciate it if you can like, comment and subscribe on YouTube
Before deciding to walk in her shoes let her show you her feet. The callous blisters tarnished by the stones who decided to dance on her soles. Yet she walking barefoot across the equator with the red soil tarnishing the pigments of her skin. When she crossed the ocean, borders poured cold water which began … Continue reading Sunday Stanza: Poem Forty Eight- Why Did You Follow Me?
