I am the storm Poetry

21/03/2026

UNESCO world poetry day

15/10/2025

19/01/2025

31/08/2024

Broken and disillusioned
Lost in broad daylight
Head In hands
As the heart fights for peace
Devoured by the insecurities
Projected by others
What is real
Who am I
Why am I..

©Mark Bowers poetry I am the storm

20/08/2024

There will come a day when my ashes
Flow like snowflakes onto the pasture green
Returned to earth to feed the world
To breathe new life in woodland trees
Forest glades so vast and peaceful
The streams that flow from brook to sea
The song birds nest that nettles sweet
Upon the bow of the walnut tree
To feed the grass of the meadow land
The purity of summer's breeze
To return to peace too find a place
To settle as we lay to rest
Harmonious sounds of soulful tunes
Hanging in the breeze
As there will come a time
My ashes flow to lay to rest on pasture green..
© Mark Bowers I am the Storm

16/08/2024

Through the ashes to the stars
She casts no shadows
Upon the heart
With light of the phoenix glow
She moves like the fluid flows..

15/08/2024

My very limited first run of I am the storm, hand printed and bound by me, with guilt gold leaf edges and chamoise binding

15/08/2024

I am the Storm

Poetry from the heart.