Poetry | Maria Louise Green

Maria Louise Green has an affinity for anything that pertains to the nostalgic, the decaying, the lost and the found. She likes to play around with darkness and discover the light that (inevitably) emerges.

Her style is tender, lingering on subtleties and on the enigmatic, yet also gothic in its themes of death, bloodshed, and ludic hedonism. In less abstract terms, she writes about relationships, love, heartbreak, addiction, misery, ecstasy, and the inherent violence of existing.

Buy Maria's book, When Drought Becomes You

An excerpt from Maria's feature in the 'Aspiring Writers' column of the Words Come Isi literary magazine:

''One can see in Maria's style the mixture of the eloquence found in classical literature and the raw honesty that we, readers who want to connect with something genuine, crave from modern poetry."

Two of Maria's poems have been featured in Soultalk's Spotlight Anthology ('Dissolute Sanguine' & 'Sweet Shrewd Prince').

'Compromised Consciousness' was featured in the WriteByYou 2022 Anthology.

'I DREAM' was featured in Words Come Isi.

Read Issue 7 of Words Come Isi, which includes an interview with Maria

BookViral's review of WDBY

Or just enjoy the poetry available below! :)

I DREAM

It is that spectacular night sky that, shameless, spread before the eyes of the Lord, lures me to all the corners of the cosmos that I've...

Carnage

Carnage, carnage. My soul wants carnage. My mind wants bacchic excellence and my sacrilege demands a justification. What I desire,...

Man is the animal who will not be himself

Innermost part of my veins Like an oppressive regime And Ceausescu's palace a mere analogy for my mind Empty halls and redundancy… No...

A Falling of Fragments

You burned into me unsalvageable desire. My flesh is scorched, arteries and veins ravaged (they hang in the space between what was and...

reflections on the past, the present, and the primordial

I spend my time waiting for things to happen. I am obstinate, and I paint walls red with fear of change. I eagerly yearn for rapture, yet...

My Sun is Late

He is passion, etched desire, Unacquainted with a sun or moon Familiar with the pale fire That is often gone too soon A day without my...

Heaven (obscurity)

i. If you’d ask me to recount my night I'd proclaim limb-raveging ecstasy, moon worship and indignant blood-letting. The kind of business...

Seaside Vagabonds

That gentle, compromising sunlight Fell over our eyes at the crack of dawn As the sky filled with millions of specks of a new tomorrow...

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...

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...

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...