#Texas poetry

[beaujuniperbooks]

Waco Mammoth Site

In Waco's earth, a secret lies,

Where giants once roamed free

Beneath the ancient Texas skies

Their bones now set to see

Mammoths tall, majestic beasts

Roamed this land so long ago

Their presence here, a grand feast

For those who wander to and fro

A prehistoric graveyard, silent and still

A glimpse into a world long past

Where time stood frozen, against its will

And memories of giants forever last

Visitors come, to walk among

the bones of creatures old

Their spirits linger, unsung

In the stories left untold

The Waco Mammoth Site, a sacred ground

Where history whispers in the breeze

And ancient echoes can still be found

Among the mammoths and the trees.

LinkTree

[re-enchanter]

Fog is an old god

I've lived too long myself

[tiana-martinez]

[agirlnamedbone]

traffic sign art by Stanley Marsh 3 in Amarillo, TX

[thisgeisha]

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[covvboytears]

If I should Come Upon Your House Lonely in the West Texas Desert, Natalie Diaz

[texas-junk-drawer]

Girls turn 17 and become addicted to

[words-and-coffee]

who was walking while I was sleeping. I felt footprints inside my head.

Victoria Chang, The Trees Witness Everything - Marfa, Texas

[howietheslothful]

A poem about our lonely boy, Johnny:

In shadows deep, his secrets hide,

A soul obscured, a twisted guide.

Beneath the guise of gentle grace,

Lies a heart consumed by darkest space.

With every step, his yearning grows,

For love he craves, yet no one knows.

Behind the mask, a chilling thrill,

A longing heart that cannot still.

In moonlit streets, he stalks the night,

Seeking prey with cunning sight.

His hands, they tremble, not with fear,

But with a hunger, ever near.

Each victim's gaze, a fleeting chance,

To find in them a true romance.

But passion fades, replaced by dread,

As life ebbs from each chosen bed.

Yet still he seeks, in blood-soaked dance,

A love that's true, a last romance.

But in his quest, he finds despair,

For love can't bloom in hearts laid bare.

And so he wanders, lost and cold,

A serial killer, young and old.

Forever haunted by his dream,

Of love's embrace, or so it seems.

[rubyred711xd]

Found in downtown Galveston, TX August 2, 2021 💖

[re-enchanter]

Blue Norther // 2024

[tiana-martinez]

[goodthings777]

What is the method of opening the chakras in

the body?

This Chhath Puja, read the book 'Gyan Ganga' to know.

[subtextures]

Central Texas, Early June

Summer’s heat hangs thick.

Doves coo through a slow afternoon,

hotter earlier each day.

Beyond shade’s cooler edge,

lizards hunt their prey.

Doves coo through a slow afternoon—

the long heat’s mourning.

(June 8, 2024)

[lesbianjudasiscariot]

[margarita0318]