The Intriguing, Chilling Poetic Words of A. F. Stewart!

I was so intrigued by the title and concept of horror poems that I went out and downloaded this book... With approval from the author, I am sharing several... And this was the first song that seemed to fit the mood...scary good...

Venture past safe reality, into the world of terror told in verse. Horror Haiku and Other Poems brings forth surreal dread and spins it in artistic countenance. From small chilling bites of poetry, to murky morsels of fright, come find where the words haunt you, where they live and die.

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Poetry Excerpts from Horror Haiku 

and Other Poems

Here’s a few haiku…

Faint breath past silence

abandoned in the darkness

Nowhere left to run

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Sable sky caress

ardent touch of death tears

the glory world burns

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Heavy lies the night

It swallows me—I am lost

one more scream echoes

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And here’s one of the longer poems:

Beneath the Surface

The shadows quiver, 

after sunrise

as the day prepares

to banish the night

But an ache lingers,

a ranting echo

with a purpose

The town sign still stands

A faded yellow, 

from happier times

When it used to be

a place to laugh,

a place to learn

a place to live

Now, those days

only memories can recall

The town stands empty,

barricaded in isolation

a memorial cross

to tell its tragedy
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Horror Haiku and Other Poems

Words linger...

In the darkness of shadows, in the distant screams.

They whisper past the drip, drip of blood.

The strange beauty of words hide, waiting for you.

Embrace the horror.

--A. F. Stewart

"Wish Upon the Moon" Shared by A. F. Stewart during National Poetry Month

Light through a prism, and we see colour. 
Colour is all around, enveloping our lives and feelings. Through tinted shades we see the world, with emotional ties that bind. 
Within the book, Colours of Poetry, you will find eleven sections, all representations of different hues, each featuring seven poems that explore the intricacies and fallacies of our world. Come and sail the Sapphire Sea and Sky, cringe at the Crimson Bloodstains, wonder at the Emerald Creation, dazzle in the Lemon Daybreak, linger in the Tangerine Sunset, sniff the Violet Petals, feel Umber the Earth, let the Black as Night and Death surround you, shiver as you pass by White Winter Bones, lose yourself in the Grey Haze, and stare up at the Silver Stars…



 "Wish Upon the Moon" spotlighted today during National Poetry Month...

Wish Upon The Moon

While on the deepest night we lie

alone, below the dark embrace

wishing, as we stare into the sky

The moon forever peers, a spy

following the clouds apace

While on the deepest night we lie

Throw our hopes to the heavens high

to grant our dreams and not misplace

wishing, as we stare into the sky

To the moon we whisper, sweet sigh,

a prayer to be our saving grace

While on the deepest night we lie

Spin our tales, and watch them fly

beyond our grasp, without a trace

Wishing, as we stare into the sky

Radiant reflections cast their eye

staring back like luminescent lace

While on the deepest night we lie,

wishing, as we stare into the sky

"Lace and Lilac" presented by A. F. Stewart during National Poetry Month

Light through a prism, and we see colour. 
Colour is all around, enveloping our lives and feelings. Through tinted shades we see the world, with emotional ties that bind. 
Within the book, Colours of Poetry, you will find eleven sections, all representations of different hues, each featuring seven poems that explore the intricacies and fallacies of our world. Come and sail the Sapphire Sea and Sky, cringe at the Crimson Bloodstains, wonder at the Emerald Creation, dazzle in the Lemon Daybreak, linger in the Tangerine Sunset, sniff the Violet Petals, feel Umber the Earth, let the Black as Night and Death surround you, shiver as you pass by White Winter Bones, lose yourself in the Grey Haze, and stare up at the Silver Stars…



 "Lace and Lilac" spotlighted today during National Poetry Month...

Lace and Lilac

The memories smell faintly of fragrance,

that sweet floral scent haunting the air

A dried sprig of lilac, sheltered by lace,

in a faded box, wrapped with red ribbon

That sweet floral scent haunting the air

recalls an image, a hint of the morning dew

of youth, of laughter, of the warm garden sun

A dried sprig of lilac, sheltered by lace,

given with love, once fresh, wild, and alive

flowers wilted, brittle, yet preserving time

In a faded box, wrapped with red ribbon

rests a mislaid hope, a lost love mourned,

eternal adoration made of lilac and lace

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ALSO

By A. F. Stewart

Reflections of Poetry

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A. F. Stewart Shares "Shall We Dance with the Angels" from her book, Colours of Poetry...

Light through a prism, and we see colour. 
Colour is all around, enveloping our lives and feelings. Through tinted shades we see the world, with emotional ties that bind. 
Within the book, Colours of Poetry, you will find eleven sections, all representations of different hues, each featuring seven poems that explore the intricacies and fallacies of our world. Come and sail the Sapphire Sea and Sky, cringe at the Crimson Bloodstains, wonder at the Emerald Creation, dazzle in the Lemon Daybreak, linger in the Tangerine Sunset, sniff the Violet Petals, feel Umber the Earth, let the Black as Night and Death surround you, shiver as you pass by White Winter Bones, lose yourself in the Grey Haze, and stare up at the Silver Stars…

"Shall We Dance With the Angels" spotlighted today during National Poetry Month...

Shall We Dance With The Angels

Shall we dance with angels

far above the velvet clouds

where the stars whisper light

and cast it to the eyes below

Far above the velvet clouds

to the Heavens wide and infinite

with angel song in splendour

Where the stars whisper light,

that radiance from our dreams,

to the wayward, celestial corners

And cast it to the eyes below

that rarely see the beauty born

of gossamer and winged grace

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