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969 · Mar 2021
Hills of night
ArianLlwyn Mar 2021
They say the sun shines bright
Beyond the hills of night.

Perhaps one day I might
See this beautiful light.

For now my days are dark
My dreams are nightmares wrought.
829 · Mar 2021
Golden Gaze
ArianLlwyn Mar 2021
The world's small eyes bare down like heavy gold,
On whomsoever seeks their glazed dim gaze.
My second attempt at a couplet in iambic pentameter.
733 · Feb 2021
Past Pride
ArianLlwyn Feb 2021
Click, tick, click, tock, the old clock's hand is wrought.
Iydll, we are as dammed,
And Time will not seem as grand
When there's no one left to stand.
409 · May 2021
Sharp Words
ArianLlwyn May 2021
That guy, that boy, that man.
The words roll round my head,
Like a big bingo cage,
Full of thin razor blades.
371 · Mar 2021
River run
ArianLlwyn Mar 2021
I run in the river, I'm lost, I run.
Watching While rocks roll past my feet, I'm done.
My first attempt at a couplet with lambic pentameter
336 · Mar 2021
Smiling nights
ArianLlwyn Mar 2021
A concoction of terror and delight
Dispels my dimming light,
As I fail to fight my fright
Subsumed by the smiling night.
Another attempt at english englyn
182 · May 2021
World's Sand
ArianLlwyn May 2021
Once I dreamt of a world so grand,
I reached to hold it in my hand,
But it fell away like pale sand.
170 · Apr 2020
Facade
ArianLlwyn Apr 2020
Deceptive is that shared eye in the mirror.
In truth, it cannot scry,
The loneliness in my sigh,
Nor my wholly hollow lie.
165 · Apr 2020
The Wall
ArianLlwyn Apr 2020
A barricade, a blockade, bars my path.
“Perhaps I’m lost,” I sigh,
Trying in vain not to cry.
I yield and watch time slip by.
An attempt at the welsh englyn style (englyn unodl union if you're curious) in English.
164 · Feb 2021
Bathing Blackbirds
ArianLlwyn Feb 2021
Great old Black birds bathe beneath blacker storms,
Songs free, flee the clatter,
Raindrops dance till they shatter,
Sad none of this will matter.
120 · Jun 2020
Plea
ArianLlwyn Jun 2020
It’s suffocating
These things you’ve long yearned for me,
Please just let me breathe,
Listen to my somber plea,
Please, I just want to be me.
My first attempt at Tanka poetry

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