Entries by Mora

Blessing in brisk November

First star on the velvet canvass⠀ morning glory⠀ greet the brightest dawn⠀ the initial chapter, lovely story⠀ pale warmth ⠀ ebbs from the angels’ choir⠀ blessing in brisk November⠀ mandated from on higher…⠀ . . —Copyright © Ernesto Mora@ThePOEMHOME All Rights Reserved.⠀⠀

Split Into Three

My heart has split upon the altar⠀ to no pain that took my breath away⠀ and the flow of time has spoken into my being⠀ words of silken water upon my crown⠀ split into three⠀ my light my joy and me…⠀ ⠀ —Copyright © Ernesto Mora@ThePOEMHOME All Rights Reserved.⠀


“Beneath your hooves, trampled roses cry the song of discontent and the fragile silk now bleeds onto your heartless cavort.” -E.Mora #Apathy

I Love you

I love you as the morning ⠀ warmth kisses my cold prayers, ⠀ love like the night that faded ⠀ has left the sky bare ⠀ from the dark corners of my dreams, ⠀ I wake and you’re there ⠀ into the fields of your kisses, ⠀ petals sweet-scented ⠀ into the forever of your […]

Last In Line Kindle Book

The emergency broadcast alarm sounds off. I am disturbed, out of my sleep. But what’s more disturbing is what I now see on the screen. Could this be real? Is this some sort of hoax? I don’t know, but there’s something to the tone of the man’s voice, that is leaving me unsettled. I think […]

Episode 8: Poetry Reading – I Will Not Mourn You

In this episode, we listen to Ernesto Mora’s reading of “I Will not Mourn You” *** I will not cry for you at all, there is within me a resolve so cold and dressed in apathy, so uncaring with the meager, such a black and forlorn room that I dwell in from moment to moment. […]

Little hands

I hold onto your little hand and feel the stories untold a bond ancient and your eyes take hold be it into the night or into the vivid day I will always hold your little hand onto the blackest of frays. Copyright © Ernesto Mora@ThePOEMHOME All Rights Reserved.

The Night We Met

When the evening would speak, in its tones so silent, into my listening heart the melody was so bitter, it made me close my eyes, such a sweet caress that lifted my head onto the altar where you’d wait so sullen, with those tears on your prayers, that pain on your bones the moon would […]