Wednesday, April 29, 2020

THE MASK






I know he is here.
I hide from his face.
He’s coming for me.
Clouds quicken the pace.

His descent inspires awe and fear.
He'll sweep into town like a dove.
His ire can move mountains.
For me, he moves the sky above.

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Monday, April 27, 2020

DARK BLUE SEA


blue fantasy

I come from the deep sea.
I come only for thee.
There is nowhere I’d rather be
but with you by the dark blue sea.

Saturday, April 25, 2020

THE DEAD GAME SERIES


THE DEAD GAME logo

Hell hath no fury like a vampire’s wrath.
They plow down whoever is in their path.
We must kill the creatures of hell,
Then we’ll have a story to tell
Of how we survived an apocalypse.
A sad but true story from our own lips.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES

Friday, April 24, 2020

I’LL READ YOU A STORY



creature reading a book

I’ll read you a story.
It might be too gory
For you to understand,
But I’ll give you a hand.

A blight falls on a town
that will cause you to frown.
Residents disappear.
I want to make this clear.

This isn’t a regular place.
Do not give me that morbid face.
A place of evil creatures
with dark and creepy features.

Dark shadows walk the night,
Giving tourists a fright.
Florida is a scary place.
I will quicken the poem’s pace.

No reason to fear.
The end is near.

THE DEAD GAME

Tuesday, April 21, 2020

THE BOOK



the book

Please take a closer look.
Something’s wrong with this book.
The words have come alive,
Breaking free to survive.
They are bursting forth with pride.
Smoke is pouring forth from inside.
Words need to be loved and shared
And not forced alone and scared.
Let the stories escape and play.
They will serve to brighten your day.

Monday, April 20, 2020

Sunday, April 19, 2020

LIFE IN YOUR HAND


butterfly

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A bit of fluttering
tickles your fingers.

Antennas search for sound
as wings take flight.
It leaves too soon

on the puff of a breeze.
For one precious moment,

you held life in your hand.

NIGHT FALLS



PARADISE

Night falls in Oasis.
Shadows move in the breeze.
The Dead love their games.
Come and visit us, please.


The Dead Game Series by Susanne Leist

Friday, April 17, 2020

SOLITUDE


ocean wallpaper

A rare commodity is solitude.
It can be easily misunderstood.
To be all alone with no one else around.
You can do this in the air or on the ground.
You can sail off in the blue sea,
Or hop on a plane without me.
We can all use some time alone
Without T.V. or telephone.
Time to think about your goal.
You will come back feeling whole.

Tuesday, April 14, 2020

MEMORIES


chandelier

Crystal chandelier of mine.
I love your sparkle and shine.
You bring back memories long gone
when life hadn’t been so far gone.
Remember the parties we used to host?
Fancy guests arriving from coast to coast.
Music and laughter were the rules of the day.
But now all that is left are the bills to pay.

FALLING


Falling

Into the tunnel, we are thrown.
Been more careful if I had known.

We’re falling down a dark abyss.
Please, someone, give us an assist.

We’re falling too hard and fast.
This nightmare better not last.

Our time has come to an end
As we fly around the bend.

The Dead are waiting for us below.
I can hear them yelling out hello.

We land with a thump and a bang.
I’m now facing a big fat fang.

THE DEAD GAME

MIDNIGHT BLUE


blue night

Darkness enters my room 
in shades of midnight blue.

It breathes its cold breath
on my warm, sleeping face.

It wakes me from a dream
of blue cascading waves.

Instead, I am faced with the dark
and a hollow feeling inside.

Who opened my window?
Who let in the dark?