Delicious Sins and the Devil’s Whisper

a young man and a horned demon face each other in a dimly lit scene, the demon offering a glowing hand mirror

The Devil didn’t tempt me; he merely showed me the mirror.

My father laid me before Lucifer,
and he wrapped me in a masculine tongue.
He said I would commit delicious sins,
but my true beauty would remain unsung.

The saints opened their ears, but failed to hear
so demons drew black bile and blood from me.
Velvet rage caused my spirit to submit
while the woke raped language to “set me free”.

Haunted by phantoms of my perverse past,
I sacrificed God to free their egos.
Swirls of empty promises and soiled love
caused my life to vanish into echoes.

While Lucifer devoured my dead child’s soul,
men defiled with their insidious goals.

—H, where faith burns, sin sings I never posted.

Whispers from the Wound: More Grief Poems to Mourn…

Young man kneels in a dark bedroom clutching a teddy bear, facing a closed door with a ghostly silhouette behind it

Dear Father

A haunting letter written into silence, this prose poem mourns a father’s absence across years of abuse, shame and longing. Each memory aches with the weight of what wasn’t said, and what wasn’t stopped.

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Gnarled black tree with hunched, cloaked figures rooted into its twisted base under a stormy sky

Fed on Dirt

A brutal meditation on inherited trauma, this poem uses visceral natural imagery to portray a family choked by its own roots, where no light reaches, no healing takes and love rots on the vine.

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A monochromatic gothic painting of a wilted, rotting plant rooted in cracked soil beneath a storm-darkened sky, with a faint rainbow breaking through the clouds—symbolizing decay, neglect, and a fragile yearning for hope.

When Roots Rot

Grown in filth without the warmth of nurture, this sorrowful bloom tells of roots strangled by deceit and veins longing for colour. A wilted soul sways in storms, aching for the tender promise of a rainbow.

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Whispers from the Scars: More Poems of Survival and Strength…

A sorrowful crowned woman stands in shadow before a barred window inside a dark stone fortress.

I Exist in Your Fortress

A soul imprisoned behind unseen walls, where sunlight never reaches and mockery reigns. Yet within the cold—a spark endures, whispering, “I exist.”

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A boy with bound hands kneels alone beneath a red moon, while distant figures dance along the shoreline.

Bound in Darkness

A blood-stained sonnet of abuse and survival, told beneath the Celtic moon. A cry from the dark, where no one listened, not even God.

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A winged man kneels to comfort another in a shadowed cavern, his dark angel wings spread wide as symbols of protection and redemption. The broken man leans into his embrace, surrounded by dim light and fallen chains that hint at liberation from pain.

Rescued Me

When the brutal world fractured his soul, one man dared to step into the shadows, breaking chains with tenderness and healing a heart others feared. This is the story of being rescued by love—and reborn through it.

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Whispers in Meter: More Sonnets to Unfold…

Gothic vampire feeding on a victim under a full moon, with a looming werewolf in the shadows.

When Blood Calls to the Moon

A Gothic horror poem where bloodlust and moonlight intertwine — when death becomes both a prison and a dark seduction.

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A solitary man stands in shadow beside a cold window and dying fire, while a blurred dancefloor glows behind him like a distant memory.

Sparkling Emerald Eyes

A tender sonnet of longing, intimacy, and deep loss. Through sensual recollections of winter nights and moonlit passion, one man mourns the love he can never hold again.

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A boy with bound hands kneels alone beneath a red moon, while distant figures dance along the shoreline.

Bound in Darkness

A blood-stained sonnet of abuse and survival, told beneath the Celtic moon. A cry from the dark, where no one listened, not even God.

Read the Full Whisper →