Ernesto Mora
Author, Poet, Podcaster & aspiring Philosopher.
Ernesto Mora
Author, Poet, Podcaster & aspiring Philosopher.
This is the Prose and Posey Podcast, where every week you get to enjoy a poetry podcast that talks about dark poetry, romantic poetry, poem inspirations, deep poetry discussion and once a while philosophical discussions.
Episode 4: Annabel Lee By Edgar Allan Poe
/0 Comments/in Podcast /by MoraIn this 4th episode of The Prose & Poesy Podcast, we listen to the reading of Annabel Lee By Edgar Allan, read by Ernesto Mora
Poetry of the Deprived
/0 Comments/in The Poetry Blog /by MoraIn unpleasant dreams, I’ve heard you weep beneath the Umbrous willow trees the creek does mourn your shade forlorn you’ve laid your tired bones within the flow. The sun has dreamt it’s final bow, among the sullen stage so dreary now, midnight remains resolute upon your brow, the crepuscular vestige is your crown. From the […]
Episode 3: Poetry Reading Sweet Magdaline
/0 Comments/in Podcast /by MoraAt night, when the fleeting dreams haunt my flesh and tear at my walls, And the waking voices hold vigil on my fantasy, it is then, cloaked in the shroud of gloom that I see where you have gone. Without regards to the fevered twilight, who bids no clemency to the maddening vision, into […]
Why is Art – A philosophical standpoint on the allure of art
/0 Comments/in Short Stories /by MoraEssentially, art is and will always be subjective. It is the uniqueness within the mysteries of our very own judgments and thought processes that allow differing interpretations of what exactly is a spectacular beauty, a true ‘piece of art’, and what we may dismiss as a failed attempt. The philosophical question remains, perhaps eternally […]
Loving Mother
/0 Comments/in The Poetry Blog /by MoraIn time through the whispered years no love greater has there been the caress that wipes the tears words softly soothe the sleeved heart pinned upon the arm once so young now wiser, warmer it has become and though no longer I slumber upon your chest its still as though I grasp onto every breath
Dreary Meadow
/0 Comments/in The Poetry Blog /by Ernesto MoraI hear such rancid word calling from maddening depths from the umbrous meadow forlorn is the verdant spring where the winged husks sing Copyright © Ernesto Mora@ThePOEMHOME All Rights Reserved.
The Feeding
/0 Comments/in The Poetry Blog /by MoraThis wretched skin, shedding among the dimly lit stars, the sonata that harkens the storm, deluge of beastly origins, akin to the gloom hours that prey on fear, and among the ravenous maw, distasteful rhetoric, cursed whispers that fall on dilapidated husks, the hunger, the sinful hunger… the intent is of abysmal inspiration, hades bears […]
Lust and Dream
/0 Comments/in The Poetry Blog /by Ernesto MoraWove ye dream and hung from moon with bridle that enthralls the night when on ghastly mare rides sinful delights Copyright © Ernesto Mora@ThePOEMHOME All Rights Reserved.
Us
/0 Comments/in The Poetry Blog /by Ernesto MoraFrom within the solitude and gloom in the dying light that was comes the weeping muse her crescendo mourning us Copyright © Ernesto Mora@ThePOEMHOME All Rights Reserved.
No Contrition for Blood
/0 Comments/in The Poetry Blog /by Ernesto MoraFrom where the umbrous hand doth reach In the mist among the silent stars to grasp within its cold conniving my slumber upon the beasts hassock I sleep within hungered maw enticing famished ferality upon my crown obsequious flesh for the abominable banquet on the pyre, sweet aroma, sweet, lustful aroma In the light of […]
One the Eve
/0 Comments/in The Poetry Blog /by Ernesto MoraOn the eve of your lips whisper to me silent breath the scent that stirs the heavens and the kiss that placates the devils ever dark gloom Copyright © Ernesto Mora@ThePOEMHOME All Rights Reserved
The Lake
/0 Comments/in The Poetry Blog /by Ernesto MoraThe streams wake upon a lucid dream, where I imbibe to slake my parched lust, and where the breeze upon my brow gently traces its admonition for my trespasses. Here, it is where the fallen amass and gather at the banks, so clear is the water of life that perdition is seen, awaiting just below. […]
On My Way to Perdition
/0 Comments/in The Poetry Blog /by Ernesto MoraOn my way to perdition I met a man cloaked in misery who sat upon inverted throne and sang a baritone litany So enthralled to his intonation the cadence upon my heart from his eyes such delight once I began to fall apart Now I on this false kings throne into servitude, my very bones […]
Harbor Heart
/0 Comments/in The Poetry Blog /by Ernesto MoraDreams within the gentle breeze that on your lips leave my name the scent that from the azure beckons rests within every pulse of your heart Copyright © Ernesto Mora@ThePOEMHOME All Rights Reserved.
Throes of Passion
/0 Comments/in The Poetry Blog /by MoraYour eyes have spoken such disdain amidst the berth that we have lain the silken flesh porcelain scented petals from within. The poesy without word from lips claret unfurled such passion in the midst of throe and breathless strewn among the woe. Lay we now dipped in the ink of our eyes into the pools […]
The Unwilling King
/0 Comments/in The Poetry Blog /by MoraI sat one eve, on a throne of flesh and bone that with every breath from lung, agony it sung I placed my ear upon the flesh, so moving was the intonation, the cadenza of damnation I spoke into the black abyss, quandaries so noetic, in tongue so forked, duplicitous heretic And from the throne […]
The Ferryman Doth Come
/0 Comments/in General, The Poetry Blog /by MoraOn Sunday through the witching hours, the midnight mass bells tolled. Yet pews were empty and windows shuttered, no genuflection at the doors. The altar stood bare, no widowed veils, litany was not intoned, hymns did not permeate the starless night, no vicar spoke from leather tomes. And I alone in this lonely void, trepid […]
A Walk Among the Black Brambles
/1 Comment/in The Poetry Blog /by MoraPoem Entry : Page 2 Wingless Bird Wingless bird of strife and sorrow, whose cage now doorless bids farewell, into the vast unknown venture intrepid, and behind leave ye sleepless blanket. Wingless bird of sullen eyes, such beauty in your freedom, that cage now houses days on end, a memory into memories of flight. Wingless […]
The Difference between Man-Made Faiths, and Faith that makes man
/in Short Stories /by Mora“Religion” is what every individual makes it out to be for his or herself, and as such it has become very perverse in that man has taken this ideology and converted it into a propaganda machine. I am no theologian, but my many years on this earth have led me to make my own conclusions […]
The Mocked and Wingless
/0 Comments/in The Poetry Blog /by Ernesto MoraSo radiant was the morning star that from the mild eye came sorrow and forked tongue whispered miasma onto jovial hubris Sweet nectar from the sanctified bloom the earth was slaked by treason and cast onto forlorn pastures are the wingless quarry Upon these hands sleep countless woes and on rended back carry we eternal […]