Poetry | Maria Louise Green

Maria Louise Green ventures into the world of the young adult through the lens of playful hedonism and enigmatic, bloodthirsty emotion in her latest book, When Drought Becomes You. Maria has an affinity for anything that pertains to the nostalgic, the decaying, the lost and the found. Her work is described as an ''expressive and tenaciously taunting lyrical rollercoaster'' by BookViral. She is the author of three poetry books, her first published at the age of thirteen.

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Compromised Consciousness

Unwavering sleep, which I forge out of depths of my own hell Gingerly lies, to all but self. Putrid kennel, ‘Dare I join the beasts?’ Is...

The Birth of a Black Hole

The sun, hissing my name, called me forth My day of reckoning, brought alive by charred pavements A sun-smog that told a certain...

Sweet Shrewd Prince

Sweet shrewd prince, unrun, do stay I’m left chasing the last word of my sentences I would, I would but I'm too drunk to address it...

Decisively

To live is to see yourself In the midst of a tsunami wave Bound to take it all away and all your head can do Is process your leaving, you...

Evil Incarnate

It has been less than a year, but more than half since I last called you, my mind lost in more than just thoughts To rectify my mistake,...

Bodyless Organs

The splendour of a tired mind, As two bodies lay still, intertwined The floor is a bed of mould, The sky a ceiling that won’t hold In all...

East West Doom

Eyes fixated above a perforated skyline and your feet pointing east, west Stubborn in your repelling congeniality, the one you use For...

Rowing (and an adjacent poem)

Heart palpitations of a rotting ribcage and sounds that crawl these walls I sink into subliminals while a pinprick pain persists, hand in...

Unforgiving Universe

I’m lonely, universe, can I return now? So far up these tilted rooftops I’ve defied gravity I want you to love me the way I could never...

One Void to Another

It’s as if All I seem to do is Go from one void, to another It’s not that I disparage the emptiness; I cherish its insight, for it moulds...

Serpent Breath

From the devil’s serpent come A tear of fire, a tear of scum A tear of pain to wash my bones Before the rain of sticks and stones And...

Ropeburn Grin

Stings like candle fire Too close to skin Death by wire Ropeburn grin Alas, my ropeburn grin evades The empty canvas of my face To hang...