Author: Noelle Currie

poem about fate 1


Poem   People in church hold their hands out as if they can catch God like rain. Here I am the black sheep in a field of wolves. They salivate, their shallow eyes turned...

poem about wishes 0


Poem   I learned today that I must never have three children. One is enough to pour your entire love in to like pear nectar in to an empty glass. Two can become allies, a shoulder...

Undead Poetry 0

The Queen of Hearts

Poem   The Queen looks down, her tower piercing clouds, She beckons them to leave the woodland’s shrouds. She rests her palms on panes of moonlight glass. Come out, young dead, bare feet upon...