05 Sunday Mar 2017
Posted in Guest Bloggers on BnV, Poetry
Angry,
naked,
muscles torn apart;
a stranger lives in my skin,
and, look, how you thrive –
– thrive on my anger,
tippytoeing on my skin;
you’ll be the death of me,
and I know this to be true,
because Death carries no name
but the sweet-scented name of you.
A. R. Frederiksen is a recurring guest blogger here at BnV, and her own writing blog can be found here, where she dabbles in flashfiction/poetry and reflects over the, much elusive, ABCs of writing.
26 Sunday Feb 2017
Posted in Guest Bloggers on BnV, Poetry
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BnV, BooknVolume, Fear, Friendship, hurt, Love, Pain, Poem, poetry, Regret
There burns a sweet pain in my heart,
one that says badump,
——badump,
———–badump,
though I do not know if I leave it be,
or if I march to its unstopping beat.
A. R. Frederiksen is a recurring guest blogger here at BnV, and her own writing blog can be found here, where she dabbles in flashfiction/poetry and reflects over the, much elusive, ABCs of writing.
17 Tuesday Mar 2015
Posted in Poetry
Tags
Alone, BnV, BooknVolume, Brokenness, creative writing, Darkness, Denizens, depression, emotions, Grief, Heart, life, Loneliness, Loss, nothingness, Pain, Poem, poetry, Shadows, Shape Shifters, Silence, Solitude, spirituality, Thoughts, Void, Whispers, Writing, ~Morgan~
Shadows billow against the Solitude of my thoughts,
Shape-shifters of ebon calamity
Spilling from the darkness into a violet haze
That spins my senses and leaves me Dim,
Unheard and Voiceless in the vacuous Stillness.
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Tumbling into this ether,
This Void of nothingness that Engulfs me
And Consumes ravenously like vultures at feast,
I Stare blankly into the murk,
Wondering mutely how it has come to this.
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Empty
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Alone
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Broken, yet Seeking,
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Wordless and yet, screaming,
As the denizens of deep shade creep into the very Heart of me,
Devouring as they dance,
And like Inescapable quicksand
That sucks me deeper down as I struggle to Escape,
The Blankness breeds like Contagion.
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And I stare,
Hollow,
Into the Void.
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This poem touches on the darkness of Grief and Depression, Shadows that Haunt us all at one point or another.
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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Fernanda Brussi Goncalves
29 Monday Sep 2014
Posted in Poetry
Tags
BnV, BooknVolume, Breeze, creative writing, Diligence, Faith, Hope, Inspiration, Pain, Peace, photography, Poem, poetry, quests, Rain, spirituality, Tranquil, Tranquil Breeze, Wings, ~Morgan~
Diligence Quests
Beyond the Pain,
Beyond the Limits of the Unceasing Rain,
To Unfurl her Wings
Upon the Tranquil Breeze,
Diligence Quests for the Peace that Frees.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Photo found on: webneel.com
14 Thursday Aug 2014
Posted in Poetry
Tags
BnV, BooknVolume, creative writing, Darkness, eternity, Faith, God, Harmony, Hope, Inspiration, life, Love, Pain, palm of my hand, Poem, poetry, relationships, Religion, spirituality, Truth, ~Morgan~
Why all this darkness?
Why all this fear?
Why all the hateful rumours and unjustified Lies?
Why all the torment, ugliness, cruelty and loathing?
Why am I alone?
Why am I neglected?
Why am I lost in this sea of doubt and anxiety?
Why am I overwhelmed by sadness and despair?
Where is God in All of this?
Where is Love in All this horror?
Where is Peace during war, strife, anger, resentment?
Where is Compassion in All the exploitation, disregard, and profiteering?
God is inside Me,
Waiting.
Love is Within My own Heart,
Yearning.
Peace Rests upon My Shoulders,
Sighing.
Compassion Lies in the Palm of My Hand,
Pleading.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Artwork found at: rassouli.com
15 Tuesday Apr 2014
Posted in Poetry
Tags
Alone, BnV, BooknVolume, creative writing, Desire, Doubt, Dreams, Faith, Fear, Grace, Hope, life, Longing, Love, Pain, Patience, Peace, Poem, poetry, Questions, relationships, Shadows, spirituality, Uncertainty, ~Morgan~
In the Shadows of bleak darkness and fear,
In the face of the Monster that mercilessly leers
Be Assured the Loving, Sweet Hand of Grace
Knows Each Delicate curve of Your face,
Knows Your heart and Your Truest desires,
Knows what makes Your passions burn like Fire,
Knows how the Smiles often turn to rain,
Knows the Deepest Depths of Your pain,
Understands that Patience is often too much,
Understands the Longing of Your heart for Love’s Touch,
Understands Your questions, Your uncertainties, Your dread,
Understands the confusion that often spins in Your head,
Understands that Faith takes all of Your might,
Understands the battles You endlessly fight.
Grace and Hope Walk Beside You Each day,
Lingering, Waiting, for the Moment You Pray,
For the Single, Soft Instant when Your Walls Tumble Down,
When Love can Draw Near without a sound,
To Abide with You as You Journey Along,
To Sing with You the Gentlest Song
Of Understanding that will Soothe Every Fear,
Calm every Worry, Dry Every Tear,
In the Shadows od bleak darkness and fear,
Know with Certainty, The Hand of Grace is near.
~Morgan~
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Lovely Image found on Google Image search. Original Artist Unknown.
13 Sunday Apr 2014
Posted in Poetry
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BnV, BooknVolume, Calm, creative writing, Echo, Faith, Fear, Harmony, Hope, Illusion, Lies, Light, Loneliness, Love, New Day, New Life, Night, Pain, Poem, poetry, Prayer, Promise, relationships, rhyme, spirituality, time, Truth, ~Morgan~
There in the shadows of Illusionary Calm,
Marked by Mute Pain and Liberal balm,
The Heart that Resides in the drifting array
Of Stars Far from Home, bleeds every day.
Capture the Moment of Intrinsic Time
That questions the Birth of Harmonious Rhyme,
And let not the Pallor of Fear overshadow
or devise lies that will steal Joy and harrow.
Mark the Good Morrow of Winsome Light
That Sails in the Winds of Unbroken Night,
Raise your Banner in the Infinite Breeze
And Smile at the Echo of Laughter it Frees.
Sing in the Merry Halls of Blazing Glory,
And never look back at the unfinished story
Of loneliness and hidden tears,
Of long hallow Moments and shapeless years.
Awaken to the Glimmer of Newest Day,
Answer to all those Pleas that you Pray,
And Walk into Promise that Infinitely Sings,
That Gives Newest Life, that Bears you up on its Wings.
Tomorrow is Hidden, Today is Truth,
Sparkling Joy in Unquestioning Proof
That Love Stands Fast, Ever Waiting it’s Chance,
Even after falling under Cruelty’s Lance.
Rejoice and be Immeasurably Content,
For Love Remained while the world was rent
And twisted, turning upside down,
And Love dried the tears of your most bitter frown.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Amalia Luliana Chitulescu
28 Tuesday Jan 2014
Posted in Music and Muse, Poetry
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Be The Blessing, BnV, BooknVolume, Dreams, Fears, Pain, Poem, poetry, Silence, Stewardship, Tears, ~Morgan~
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Who Speaks to you?
What do you Hear?
Shades and Shadows Fullest Bloom,
In the Silent, Empty Room.
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What Dreams Fill your Waking mind?
What Fears Shake your Fragile Thoughts?
Emptiness and hollow Promises,
Masking Guilt that Soft Disguises.
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Hush Tears that Speak your pain,
Children Weeping like Bitter Rain,
Fill this Garden of Fertile Giving,
While I Sleep, Others Are Living!
~Morgan~
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.The Music and Muse category by Morgan shares Poetry and the Music which Inspired it.
Beautiful Music Performed by: Azam Ali
12 Saturday Oct 2013
Posted in Poetry
Tags
Bastion, BnV, BooknVolume, calamity, creative writing, Creed, Dangerous Slope, Heart, Hope, Longing, Love, Need, Pain, Patience, Plead, Poem, poetry, relationships, Romance, Stone Tower, Waiting, ~Morgan~
In my tower of Patience and Pain,
I bar the Sun and Embrace the rain,
Ever Waiting for You to Claim,
This Heart Locked away.
Stone Tower of Darkness and Hope,
Built by this heart, a bastion of trope,
Protected from that dangerous slope,
Calamity to this Heart Locked away.
Will You Find me in my hour of Need?
Do You Hear me when I plead?
Would You Understand this Solemn Creed?
To Love This Heart Locked away?
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Elena Dudina
03 Saturday Aug 2013
Posted in Poetry
Tags
Animal Cruelty, ASPCA, beloved pet, BnV, BooknVolume, creative writing, Dog Fighting, heartlessness, Nightmare, Pain, photography, Suffering, Violence, ~Morgan~
Shaking in the Darkness,
Leaning,
Upon a Park bench,
Gasping, heaving.
Untold Nightmare,
Clutching;
Violence Gathers,
Panting, Weaving.
Screaming in the Shadows,
Crying;
Winning, Losing,
Betting, Dying.
Once a Beloved Pet,
Now Shackled,
Forced to fight,
Amoung the Cackles.
Uncaring, Cruel and Pitiless
Being,
Call Yourself Human,
But not What I’m seeing.
~Morgan~
01 Thursday Aug 2013
Posted in Poetry
Tags
BnV, BooknVolume, creative writing, Darkness, eternity, Faith, God, Harmony, Hope, Inspiration, life, Love, Pain, palm of my hand, Poem, poetry, relationships, Religion, spirituality, Truth, ~Morgan~
Why all this darkness?
Why all this fear?
Why all the hateful rumours and unjustified Lies?
Why all the torment, ugliness, cruelty and loathing?
Why am I alone?
Why am I neglected?
Why am I lost in this sea of doubt and anxiety?
Why am I overwhelmed by sadness and despair?
Where is God in All of this?
Where is Love in All this horror?
Where is Peace during war, strife, anger, resentment?
Where is Compassion in All the exploitation, disregard, and profiteering?
God is inside Me,
Waiting.
Love is Within My own Heart,
Yearning.
Peace Rests upon My Shoulders,
Sighing.
Compassion Lies in the Palm of My Hand,
Pleading.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Artwork found at: rassouli.com
21 Sunday Jul 2013
Posted in Poetry
Tags
BnV, BooknVolume, bottomless well, Death, deep in the earth, Despair, Dungeon, Faith, God, Hope, Jesus' Love, Love, Pain, Poem, poetry, sadness, Saved by Grace, Sin, spirituality, Spirituatlity, ~Morgan~
I was locked in a Dungeon
Set deep in the Earth.
There was no pillow or bed,
No warming fire or cheering hearth.
Deep within the ground it lay,
Fed by darkness, supplied by Gloom;
It had no window for fresh air.
Oh to gaze upon the Moon!
Far within the realms of sadness,
Ensconced in deep despair and fear;
There was no seat for comfort,
There was no one to hold me near.
Alone, Forlorn, I struggled daily,
In my shackles, bonds, and chains;
Through the chasm of desolation,
O’re the bottomless well of Pain.
There was no lamp within my prison,
My eyes grew dim, I could not see.
How I longed for a way out!
How I yearned to be set Free!
Yet, from within my vault of torment,
The Sweet Lord heard my helpless Plea,
Out of the tomb of sin and death,
My Precious Saviour Lifted me.
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~Morgan~
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