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...
Fall Rigmarole
chasing nuts—
acorn cache
in a squirrel’s tail
I Wandered Lonely As A Leaf
The wind flew me high up in the air
I could see clouds all white and fair.
I was a tiny leaf that took the fall
Autumn had made me brown and small.
I missed being on that great oak
I think I was on that branch that broke.
Then I fell into a gurgling brook
Got caught in a little nook.
There used to be spring in my leafy step
Summer’s ardour is now at a low ebb.
I am no longer a leaf that is green and spry
I miss gazing at the great turquoise sky.
Dear people, know that leaves are the many reasons
For all of these happening seasons.
Electric Muse
electrifying effect:
muse
with a short fuse
Flying Time
aeroplane sky-
just big enough to
see me through my journey
A Falling Star
I am a falling star fading into
a wish lost in aether
all that remains of me
is stardust carried by a zephyr
luminescence flickers through me
weightless like a falling star
I drift into reverie…..
Ruptured
the time between
a burst appendix and breathing -
a surgeon’s knife
brings her closer to life
Celestial
One night I chanced upon the Milky Way
To trod heaven’s superhighway
It was a celestial sight
Astral bright
Luminous Orion
Darkness enliven
A beautiful moon enticed
The tides to sway
constellations array
Big Dipper rides
Empyrean enshrined
Like a flame thrower
Starry power
Etches a vignette
Shining croquette
Cosmic enigma
Celestial charisma
I walk the darkness a celestial traveller
My feet meander beneath the sparkling sky
In the amber glow of falling eventide
The night comes softly on moonflowers
The wind touches me gently
Coming from the universe’s inside
Wrapping me in nectar sweetness.
On The Wall
framed
a mug shot
of my bucket list
fragment of my dreams
Thunderstorm
thunderstorm-
the sound of rain
on the sea
foghorn lights up
tides curve the
lighthouse path
rain swings over earth
going into the soil
nourishing, awakening
to push touch roots to blossom
taking and making into creation
a silver fountain of
vanilla constellations
waltz out of sight
I dream in a rainy sky.
On The Cutting Board
Said the cutting board to the knife
When you do your chop chop
All the veggies go drop drop
Cut up to be curried
In no way hurried
Steamed, stir fried
Pickled or dried
All nutrients supplied
On farmers relied
When the sky opened up cried
The soil that crumbled n died
lived and freshened and happily sighed
When the veggies went under the knife
to be skinned and chopped
they became a gourmet delight
making digestion alright.
yaskhan 
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