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.
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 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…
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...
White Spell
peace finds me
in the soft murmur of an aurum hush
in the breeze that plays hide and seek
in the blue and ivory of dew kissed stillness
when shadows flutter the silent whiteness
peace finds me
when the sun’s golden passage
warms my sepia eyes
under winter skies
peace finds me.
Love Means…
love means never having to give up poetry
it’s yours and yours for eternity .
love means writing poetry by yourself quietly
without pressure, without the anxiety.
love means dancing to a poesy I cannot hear
singing at the top of my voice without restraint or fear.
love means having poetry around forever
tucking away words for another poetic endeavour.
love means blowing words into the sky
catch them as they fly back to you with a sigh.
love means the breathing of words into a page
when blue of ink is all set to engage .
love means closing my eyes and feeling the words
a heart eloquent, so many emotions stirred.
love means glow and warmth of my soul’s evoking
where I can be just me being me scribing.
Argent Sea
one sea
reflecting
sky’s timeline
Laughing Gas
when you laugh too hard
gas is involuntarily discharged.
Borrowed time
losing and finding
the will to live
borrowed time pulls
dreams into
the many reasons to live
Sleep Writing
Poems whisper to me as I prepare for bed
Like a lullaby I hear them in my head
I fall asleep holding my notebook tight
Clutch my pen feeling the ink glowing bright
I dream I am writing in my slumber
But when awake I can’t remember
To capture elusive words that run asunder
Many a time I make a wordy blunder
I try to get back words from where they meander
There is no paper, there is no pen
I don’t have to cross my t’s
And dot my i’s
I don’t need to write a rhyme
Or make the syllables chime
My mind let’s go and feels sublime
With the spoken word I converse
Dreams come to me in the form of a verse
A monologue
In a soliloquy
A symphony of my
Soul’s piquancy .
In Remembrance
sapphire lyrics dazzle
my deep solitude
your memory
moves like a wind song
in ocean’s eternity
heart gathers nostalgic voices
a tremulous cry locked in time
I abandon my vocabulary
and let words rest in peace
Music And Poetry
a book and it’s pages
bound together
like music and poetry
tuneful of notes
musings of a lone heartbeat.
Trick Or Treat
Wolf like dogs howl
At elusive moon
candy clouds abound
Out on the prowl
Ghouls play foul
Donning ensemble
Unearthly assemble
Phantoms bogle
Corn mazes , hay rides
Haunted houses fear belied
Green eyed sirens
Black cats roar like lions
Ravens fly blading the sky
Zombies spook
Owls hoot up trees
Skeletons sneak
Ghoulish scenes
Jack -o’-lanterns swinging
Errant wind chilling
Silhouettes creep creepily
Dead walk the gloom dreadfully
A witch cackles , swishes her broom
Her magic hat goes vroom
Goblins, imps, pixies
Trolls, brownies,
Pranking Bogies
Lightening the pumpkins
Carving trick or treat
Being scary is no mean feat
Autumn Rain
pearl-like rain
glosses the vista
slip-sliding
gleaming plops
borne by handmaidens of wind
gushing into brooks
spilling the
leas, meads, and meadows
bubbling bright
crystal fine
tinkling, cruising the zephyr
spate of rhythmic rush
a pouring
from a sky so vast
flimsy clouds
come down fast
dribbling, drenching, drip dropping
gossamer droplets tap.
# shadorma
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