A WHITE BLANKET OF SNOW

Flakes float to the ground

As a hush falls across the city.

Few cars brave the road.

Footsteps have yet to mark

The white surface.

The blanket of snow sparkles clean.

The city is refreshed,

Its sins covered,

For tonight.

SILENT FEET

SILENT FEET

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They walk on silent feet

through the forest so deep.

I must keep moving my feet

without stopping to sleep.

The howling wind plays their song

of bloody deaths for us all.

They’re not for this place for long.

They wait for the town to fall.

They are surrounding me.

I can’t outrun their reach.

Somehow I must get free

and make it to the beach.

The ground is opening.

Sadly I know for whom.

I’m falling in a hole

that will soon be my tomb.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

END HOUSE

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END HOUSE

A house dark and bleak.
I can’t even speak.
Dark shadows glare at me
Where clear windows should be.

Dare I venture inside?
I will swallow my pride
And cross the threshold
without being rash or bold.

There’s a secret party inside.
I wonder if I should run or hide.
Who’s the host of this feast,
Man or dangerous beast?

THE DEAD GAME
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IT COMES IN THE NIGHT

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It comes in the night.

It comes to all.

To all who sleep.

To all who lie awake.

It comes on soft wings.

It comes in silence.

I lie and wait.

In trepidation.

In fear.

For it.

UNWANTED FOOTSTEPS

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Silence sweeps the streets clean.

No voices to mark the white surface.

A cold wind brushes away

prints of unwanted footsteps.

Lights in the distance

warn us of inhabitants.

Ignore those earthly reminders

of noise and commotion.

Instead, enjoy the serenity

nature presents to us.

SAY A PRAYER FOR ME

A casualty of war.

A casualty of nature.

Sad.

Alone.

Drifting.

Broken.

Silenced forever.

Say a prayer for me.

ALONE WITH THE SNOW

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A walk in the dark.

Alone in the park.

The cold creeps.

The trees shiver.

The falling snow whispers.

The stars sparkle.

No voices.

No noises.

Alone with the snow

And the bitter cold.

OASIS

OASIS

A more beautiful place cannot be.
It faces the waves of the dark sea.

White sand and quiet beaches galore.
You can’t ask for anything more.

Life is perfect as can be.
Come and frolic with me.

Tourists visit from far and wide.
Oasis is Florida’s pride.

Beware as The Dead descend.
We can no longer pretend

This is a perfect place to be.
The Dead will rise from the sea.

Darkness brings flying creatures and death.
Beware that this won’t be your last breath.

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BUDS OF HOPE

BUDS OF HOPE

In midst of despair and sorrow
rise buds of hope for the morrow.
Still standing upright and strong
against all that can go wrong.

These are extreme times of confusion and change,
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We are attacked by sounds in each direction,
leaving no time for thinking and reflection.

These flowers know what’s real,
they go by what they feel.
Away from the hustle and bustle,
they grow wild without any tussle.

A day to clear my cluttered mind is all I need,
to recharge my battery is what I should heed.
I’ll recharge in a quiet place like this,
a zest for life is what I dearly miss.

A SIGH

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Bridge of Sigh by Tusharadri Mukherjee

The water flows smooth 

through a quiet town.

Bedtime draws near.

Soon dreams will filter

through the cool breeze.

The bridge gives a sigh

before settling for the night.

FIND ZEN

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I want to find Zen.

I want to relax.

I sit.

Focus on the rocks.

Admire how they fit together.

How the sun shines on them.

Everything in perfect harmony.

I’m trying.

Not working.

Getting restless.

No Zen for me today.

MEOW!

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I’m being followed

through the woods

and into town.

Help me!

I hear them

but can’t see them.

Quiet as the night.

Silence is their prayer.

Meow!

THE DEAD GAME

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