Virgin shrouds Mourning wombs Innocence cut short Parents' lap Empty broken Shoulders weary Eyes weighed Bullets strayed Nameless assail Hopes frail. When bombs fly And sirens cry Children cannot defy They wonder if they Will live to see Another dawn Play and run all day long And they wonder What the fighting is all about?
Danseuse
Waltzing through air, this vision with beguiling delicate grace
Like a danseuse figure, poised, carving delicate grace.
A breeze gently embraces this fragile creature
touching nimble limbs, a limber accentuating delicate grace.
Sunlight streams iridescent on her lissome stance
symmetrically lithe and supple, flaunting delicate grace.
Rhythmic movements pattern fawn colored sand creations
nudging grass beneath, with a soothing delicate grace.
The boundless energy of this dainty, flighty antelope
as she ambulates gracefully, epitomizing, delicate grace.
Elusive, mysterious, uninhibited, she basks in nature’s fold
within a cosmos, spangled with, pleasing, delicate grace.
Her vulnerability fills me with foreboding and much fear
of bloodthirsty predators, massacring delicate grace.
Finding The Rhyme
I send my words into the sky Watch them rhyme and then fly. I close my eyes and feel the air Forgotten words lost without care. I take the letters in my hand And put them on a poetic stand. I scribe the words on a starlit scroll Watch words take shape as night unfolds. My dreams drift from a soul that bleeds In the blue of ink, fractured lines freed. I run my hands over my words My fingers feel the emotions stirred. With tender ease, the poetry glides From my page to your eyes.
Moonchild
I am a child of the earth
Raised by the stars in the sky
Tended by the moon as I sleep
Scars of the world clothe me
Her wounds rich in history.
I am bathed by the tears of the clouds
When it rains, the wind howls-in my ears
Apocalyptic....
When I cry-the earth soaks up my tears
A piece of my soul
Turning to dust;
And like dust, I rise
A storm of stardust
On moonstruck madness..
The sky calls out my name at dawn
Sparking the sun on my breast..
I am a child of the earth
The darkness and the light
The truth, the lie
Sorrow and joy
It's all there in the
Pen that I wield.
#free verse
Idiolect
Somewhere
Between
The silence
And the pause
I try to find the words
I write a love letter to Cupid
My
Syllables
All
Wrong.
PoetPerfect
Dear Poets, Writers Dedicated to you all You are the indigo riding my mind The purple wisdom in my bosom The logic that becomes my instinct The instinct that pulls my gut Your priceless ink shapes emerald words Like blooms woven in the white of paper You are The calming in the wild beating of my heart Adrenaline pulsing my blood stream The dreams behind my eyelids The taste of music on my lips as I sing The songs that still the rising chaos of a thousand pleas My wired mind magnetized by the sage brilliance That nourishes the trust You perfect the poetry You become the poetry The PoetPerfect.
Poet And Muse
I write from my soul to yours I undress my heart to show you my scars. Crimson-tinged words need no pages Scattering into synapse spaces. The pain spills as blood blue ink Dipped in the inkwell of syllabic sync. Hold my words close to your heart They are my soul's oxygen chart. I am a poet who paints with her pen To frame my page with your name again and again.
Magnolia Reveries
Alphabets become jeweled figurines
Like studded stars drip-dropping
Sparkling confetti on a magnolia vignette…
I sit in quiet solitude breathing in the solace of sepia memories…crocheting a borealis in my solstice day
Syllables of Monet flame
A potpourri of poesies
Galaxy’s champagne
Serenades my rosette fire
Kaleidoscopic eloquence
Needling a mantle of chrome waltzes
A phonographic euphoria
Etching a musky interlude
Of shared tears
Radiating scarlet of an Amaryllis quill…
Magnolia Reveries
Alphabets become jeweled figurines
Like studded stars drip-dropping
Sparkling confetti on a magnolia vignette...
I sit in quiet solitude breathing in the solace of sepia memories...crocheting a borealis in my solstice day
Syllables of Monet hues flame
A potpourri of poesies
Galaxy's champagne
Serenades my rosette fire
Kaleidoscopic eloquence
Needling a mantle of chrome waltzes
A phonographic euphoria
Etching a musky interlude
Of shared tears
Radiating scarlet of an Amaryllis quill...
Along Came A Spider
Along came a spider An eight legged rider. In her web, I espied a fly Other insects came to say goodbye. The spider's sting operation Causing pain sensation. Spidey's silken seduction Makes no cause for affection. An intrepid with her labyrinth Her stealth is her fingerprint. She never trips in her net Her web is her bayonet. She walks and stalks a silky trail Rigging a web to catch the frail. Spiders are seen and never heard They wield a most unlikely sword.
Poetry: The perfect noun
If I had wings to fly I would go to the scarlet moon On the wings of a diamond night Trying to live again Because the poet in me cannot die I would go in search of my muse I would go in search of eternity.. Under an ancient sky That spills the sun in my hair Wildflowers in my eyes Poetry on my lips When the wind sings on my skin Broken heartstrings kindle a lilt Clouds weep into the blue My soul goes sleepless As the moon and sun wake together Feeding my soul with ink In a silence that goes ballistic A quill that needs to be tranquilized I idolize thoughts that spring From poetry.. My mind stops hurting I crash my hourglass..
Moonbeams dance
moonbeams dance on my pillow this unknown summer night venus blooms like cereus in an ebony sky a hushed wind carries My dreams to you I pick up my pen...
Don’t Get Your Knickers In A Twist
Don’t get your
Knickers in a twist
Things normally
Straighten
themselves out
Maytime
Turquoise sky drools into endless vista as
Fragrant yellow blooms charm in the cowslip
Bees and butterflies trail scented fuchsia
An indulgent breeze tumbles as sheep graze, snip
In rolling meadows filled with amber gorse
Golden sunbeams reflect fine feathers on course
Hummingbirds feast on woodbine honeysuckle
As realms of spring bloom and bedazzle..
#Rispetto
I Sit Captive
The stars come out
Like lamplights in the silken dark
Crooning of birds fades
nests lull their trembling feathers
I sit captive in
an angst that entwines my heart
tears dissolve into
darkening hues of the night
drenching my latticed bosom
In The Quietness
in the quietness
the evening dewdrops fall
soothing languid leaves
moonbeams pierce the gloaming;
i write a poem for you
I love Margaret from Soulfood101blog’s take on my poem She writes., her soulful verse is below
darkness falls
nourishment draws
me closer to you
stars shine bright
outlines of you ..
Oh Winter !!
Oh, how cold and heartless is the winter wind
The landscape under snow has been pinned
I need the warmth of spring, I feel forlorn
The sun has gone to sleep, all careworn
you are a season, you have to do your time
But if you go away, I wouldn’t care a dime
It is all so deathly silent all around me
The birds and the bees, I cannot see
Where are the flowers and the trees
All snowed in and feeling the freeze
So ease off winter, off you go
On us, the warmth of spring bestow
I want to feel the sun’s rays, bask in its glare
Soak up the heat of a weather so fair
Butterflies, birds and bees having their fare
As myriad flowers bloom to brighten the air
The fragrance of winter aconite fills my senses
Frosty white bells of snowdrops dispenses
Clear blue skies with little tufts of cotton
The advent of spring enlivens my garden
I feel the cooling touch of a zephyr, soothing
Embellishing, touching a new life infusing.
Yassie & Cogito’s Blue Haiku Slam
Inspired by my poem ‘Figuring Out’
Figuring out
What life means
on my own
I start with
the flowers..
My verse is in roman and Cogito’s in italics
N’er alone
in the soil of love
flora blooms
inked
swaying
in the blue blue sky
blooms
blue ink sways
blues forget me not
blue skies bloom
blue spring ink
makes me forget
all my blues
blue ink spills
true blue notes trilling
blue bird trills
cerulean spring
little warblers
take note
a blue isle
on a desert gulf
oasis
blue waterhole
on hourglass blue
spring oasis
crystal bowl
aquamarine sand
blue bubbles
cerulean collage
sparkling dreamscape
glossed blue
crystal ball
shimmering ripples
aqua fish
marine tinges
twirling violet
aqua leas
aqua leas
ultraviolet
neon twinge
asters shine
sliver of Celtic blue
blurple
Sterling star
Daring aster risk
Burple shine
Fluorescent
Supernova
Unconditional
Blue nova
incandescent hue
flora glows
sapphire
the stars and their light
light years light
sapphire lights
smoke ring from cigar
UFO
color of smoke
inhale exhale
other from aether
breathing words
other from aether
fill the void
breathing deep
aether speaks
heavens streak
blue yonder
wild skywriter speaks
heaven streaks
ultramarine etched
vignette drawn
north winds roam
morning dew
aubergine flowers
nightshade tears
scented tears
my pillow soaks
nightshade glows
in her mouth
on her poet’s tongue
words to come
touché
taking the bull by its horns
no more words
I walk
down the block
haiku steps
I gather
my thoughts
in haiku
I’m so blue
the sky and the sea
envy me
blue is the blood
that runs in my veins
you turn it to ink
bleeding ink
her fountain gushing
stains my fingers
gushing fountain
a quill 🪶 floats
his inked fingers
the massage
is in her mirage
wishing well
toss a coin
message in a wish
shooting star
streaks of light
shooting stars shower
in my sky
blue
my sky to yours
we orbit
yellow sun
sky of misty blue
light green spring
blue
my sky to yours
we orbit
yellow sun
sky of misty blue
light green spring
burnt umber
horizons unfold
flowers my way
pink cherry blossoms
scattered clouds of confetti
naked bonsai tree
Sakura blooms
a lattice of transience
resilient bonsai
My Diary
I allow the past to rest between the pages of my diary
the call of loneliness
in my memory
and as I reminisce inside these pages, dried rosette mauve petals help me remember
nostalgia reels on pages woven with echoes of past gaiety’s vanishing into paling tints lacquering my heaving breath
and yet,the deep scent of vintage pages ruffle the quietness of my eyes
language of memories
brings a quiver
to my veins
as I swallow yesteryear’s anguish and close that lingering chapter finally
the pain has healed me upon a new page’s behest.
Writer’s Block
On becoming a page without words …
Eclipsed
Damaged and broken
World
I don’t feel
Brave anymore
Figuring Out
Figuring out
What life means
On my own
I start with the flowers
yaskhan 
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