Peter Madden

Peter Madden Poems

I sit alone in the dark...
the clock ticking behind me upon the wall...
its sound breaking the suffocating silence only just...
like the beating of times relentless heart..
...

Fallen kingdom, fallen realm
torn apart by pointless hate,
the mad and corrupt at the helm,
morals in tatters, lying in state,
...

Tick...tock...


a sound like the endless beating of a heart
...

Child of Sunlight
daughter of the falling rain
Rainbow is born
...

I tell you i hear the screams,
echoing silently throughout my mind,
i plead for you to hear their words,
as they whisper in my ear,
...

I know that all that has gone before....
made me who i am today..
but i ask myself a simple truth...
can i change? ...
...

The devil and god went walking
one fine summers day...
a picnic they brought...
so they could stop upon their way...
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I want to go where dragons fly,
where the unicorns run free,
to follow the griffins in the sky,
all the way down the the sea,
...

I'm surrounded by ghosts...
that no one else but i can see,
restless spirits haunting my twilight world,
the tormenting echos of my past...
...

The pain i feel from my wounds hurts not,
when compared to the pain in my soul...
To be cast from my father, my creator, my reason to be...
To be cast down amoungst the savages who doubt his very existance..
...

when your lost, When your alone,
and you can see nothing but the darkness,
when the shadowy fingers of night reach out,
to evelope you in their icy embrace,
...

We live in this world..
...

Like a ghost of smoke and fur
this child of luna's nocturnal silver light
wanders through the myst draped wild lands
a patient hunter watching unwary prey
...

Do you feel it?
as you walk slowly through the dark,
in this fallen neglected labyrinth of the mind,
where mold and filth fester upon crumbling walls,
...

I wander down the path....
my life the uncharted way before me...
each step i take anew...
is upon virgin terratory...
...

Heart of glass
shattered into a thousend pieces
reflecting the moonlight
...

In the dark i stare into the fire....
images of my past seen in flickering lights...
subtle shapes given form by imagination...
teasing glimpses of my hidden heart....
...

Falling...
falling into darkness...
flames surround me...consume me....
the pain that will never heal..
...

life...

its not about what we have done...
or what mistakes we have made..
the hurts we have given..
...

At my feet lie my dreams
twisted and torn mercilessly asunder
by cold unforgiving claws of realitys wrath
the once comforting illusions of reasurance
...

Peter Madden Biography

i was Born in the dark ages of 1972 when fashion was scarier than the films of the day, i developed a taste for the weird and unusual at a very young age when i was given at the ripe old age of four a book of hieronymus bosch pictures which used to keep me amused for hours! , shortly later my sister gave me my first book of poetry T.S. Elliots book of practical cats as she had just been made head wardrobe mistress on a new musical in london based it called cats, i loved that book and went onto other things strange and wonderfull and developed a taste for nature, archeaology, history, fantasy novels and collecting pocket watches and keys.... these days im a Published poet, amateur photographer and swords salesman, the creator of the zombie defense league uk, live action role player, founder of the church of garfield and all round general eccentric geek :))

The Best Poem Of Peter Madden

A Night In A Haunted House

I sit alone in the dark...
the clock ticking behind me upon the wall...
its sound breaking the suffocating silence only just...
like the beating of times relentless heart..
and marking the long hours till i see the dawn...



the dark beyond my candle light seems almost alive...
filled with overactive imagination and unfounded fears....
conjoured monsters of childhood nightmares...
return to bring their vengence for being forgotten...
and in the dark the child inside screams in the night...



i sit alone mastering my fears in the dark...
clutching at reason to dispell the shadows that haunt me...
the dark is just darkness i tell myself in unsure tones...
empty filled with nothing not even the light...
i am alone and i am safe....



was that a creak just beyond the candles light? ...
a sharp noise cutting through the silences deafening roar...
the floors wooden bones moaning aloud in protest...
violated by unseen footsteps in the gloom...
am i really alone...?



i tell my self its just my childish mind...
forming irrational fears within the darks domain...
as i nervously raise my flickering candle light...
like a holy symbol raised to banish the unholy and unclean..
the circle of my light penetrates into that shadowy realm...



the room is empty before my sight...
nothing stirs in the oppressive twilight...
so i raise the pale flame causing shadows to dance...
but still i see i am alone in this darkened place..
my candle flickers once again and i exhale overcoming my fear...



my flame goes out....
the clock is silent...
the darkness takes me within its arms...
the silence overwhelmes my senses....
and in the dark there is a creak.....

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Abby 04 February 2021

Is this man dead

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