Poetry Archive

Born, Not Made

Some wolves arrive before the snow; No winter teaches teeth to bite. They learn which gentle doors will glow

The Strength Beneath

The years stripped borrowed clay away, and left the buried stones revealed. What seemed like ruin cleared the way

Not Every Loss Has a Grave

I Wore Pain Like It Belonged to Me

I wore pain like it belonged to me, a weathered coat I would not shed.

Love Was Never Ours to Keep

Guardians of the Clouds

High in Peru where condors glide, The guardians confront the sky. They shield the dead along the side

Love Was Never Ours to Keep

Carla, After the Words

Carla went still beside the chair, Warm noise moved through drink and glass. Yet something deeper caught her there,

Love Was Never Ours to Keep

Devoured Tide

The ocean bit deep through ash and bone, Dark waves rehearsed a final scar. A ruined pulse stood there alone,

Love Was Never Ours to Keep

Bait's Silence

The hook hides deep in borrowed praise, Soft mouths rush fast toward the gleam.

Love Was Never Ours to Keep

The Passage of Fear

I stand before the storm within, a tide of dread that rises fast.

Ink and Embers

Old Debts

In the moonlit bay I stand, My conscience casts a shade, Cold waves revise my plan, Old debts demand be…

Love Was Never Ours to Keep

Muddy Water's Edge

In the hush where waters meet the land, A symphony soft and grand. Muddy waves, in gentle play,

Echoes From the Heart, Where the Heart Still Speaks, Some Goodbyes Never Leave

Whispers by the Watermill

Featured poem: Whispers by the Watermill. A new piece from Silas Fen — The Rustic Poet collection.

Echoes From the Heart, Where the Heart Still Speaks, What Remains of Us

In Chains

In chains, I find myself ensnared, Bound to you, my soul laid bare.

Echoes From the Heart, Where the Heart Still Speaks, Borrowed Love