Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
4d · 72
Resting Day
Tranquilly comes the darkened night,
Farewell hues to ascend into my sight,
The skies adorned in colors of soft blue,
As the sun sets so mournfully too soon.

Drying up its moon drop silver tears,
As the horizon sinks below its sorrowful fears,
The sea of my graying soul does reflects,
The echoing beating of my heart's painful affects.

With genuine sigh and empathy from you,
Surrendering my love is all that can I do,
I welcome the stars now raining down,
From the celestial symphony's sound.

Influence my moons and giving me hope,
Bringing my dreams to life driven to cope,
All the fading visions and grasping desires,
Drift away as upward sparks among a fire.

I surrender to the ebbing tides,
Keeps me in a blue memory, I sigh,
I swim towards safer shores as the bell toll,
Where gentle waves soothe every wounded soul.

Oh sweet timeless the gentle night,
The moon shines with ardent love, so right,
For one hundred more I plead in tears,
Extend these true tender loving years.  

Here I shall rest now forevermore,
Finding peace knowing I have endured,
In silence, my sorrows are laid to rest,
There is nothing left for me, I did my best.
Word count 205. In the end comes peace, amen indeed.
Feb 19 · 167
Bygone Revenants
Drifting through the lonely darkness night
Searching ancient halls, candelabra high
Seems forever she waits, longing to unite
Dreary sorrow grips her fragile heart to die

Untold years roll by, only her love in mind
Many witnessed, oh the specters lament
Crying echoes, wails in morning, no sign
Remains now, a misting ocean breeze scent

One fateful day, through countless yore
Comes a gentle soul, with great empathy
Hidden in diary, tragic tale and what's more
Heroic captain's doomed ship by raging sea

Wait he, for her woeful soul amidst paintings
Candescence aflame the ancestral mortality
Eyes flicker and shifting ominous engravings
Lingering among shadows of ancient gallery

Elevated trembling light in hand to behold
A captain of the vessel dressed in uniform
It cannot be, it looks like he, truth now told
In gloom emerging, she hails human form

Gathers him now into her ghostly embrace
At last they meet again, it's been too long
Laying head against her gown of chantilly lace
Final beating, his heart stills, soul withdrawn

Mislaid at sea no more, arrives him at last
Pair drifting in afterlife's realm unknown
No more tears, worrisome fears, they laugh
Wasted years, rekindles love she does atone

.
WC. 200 Haunting poem.
Feb 13 · 106
Strive The Abundance
Come and awaken from slumber and let the breeze kissed leaves speak,
In ancient languages, whispers of ages of bygone days,
Hear the story of the natural realm, fantasy tales unfold,
Greet the new day as the first to tread upon its path.

Come, to the fields of paradise, it awaits the next one frolicking,
Untouched beaches and ocean waters remain unexplored,
Creatures of wonder and beauty dwell in distant lands,
The time has come, embrace the unknown fall with bravery.

Come and join me now, savor the wine of life, toast and cheer,
Rush towards the unknown, guided by blind faith,
Create your own destiny until the end of time,
Take flight with me and soar above the clouds, touch the sky,

Come, conquer darkness with reckless abandon,
Let it draw strength from our unknown roads,
Meet me where land meets sea, where the tide conveys its secret knowledge,
The answer to life's mysteries lies in fleeting moments, be fearless.

Come, where curious creatures reside under the canopy in rest,
Etched in the pages of a lover's gaze, offer the crimson rose,
Return to the time of youth, echo in laughter once again,
Run and dance without care, build a house in a tree.

Come to a home forged through bonds of friendship, grace, and peace,
Write a melody that only we can truly understand,
A song in tune with the spirit of rebirth and the enlightened,
Live, taste and see that it is good, now is the time, experience your worth.
This is free verse. Word count 253. An emotive piece inspired to live your best life
Feb 12 · 189
Restoring Innocence
Fall into the night where my dreams can rule,
Came upon me a time of purity that's not cruel,
Don't wake me, or wrap me in familiar lies,
I long for that pure spark that never dies.

Release the hidden truth, let it flow deep,
Dripping memories as bygones weep,
Don’t give me hope, don’t give me a faith misled,
Nor Knowledge or power, give innocence instead.

Don’t give me temporal beauty, nor what’s divine,
Just give me simple truth, and I’ll be just fine.
In a awakened world where dreams can fade,
I’m shedding masks that I've portrayed.

Let me breathe easy, let me see now clear,
For youth of innocence is what holds me here.
Convey hearts like in infancy, piercing through the dark.
Come out among the gray ones with their tired remarks.

Chains link then shatter, releases all to be,
With innocence unbound, our spirit can see.
About going to the time in youth of no worries or cares
Feb 12 · 164
In The Night's Stillness
Lying beside you, the stars in your eyes  
Soft whispers float, where the moonlight lies  
With every breath, the world fades away  
In this moment, forever seems to stay  
  
Basking in the warmth, cozy by your side  
With every heartbeat, I surrender, I confide  
Your presence like a melody that's played  
In the silence, our love's sweet serenade  
    
Dreams intertwine, like a gentle breeze  
Your arms there is warming comfort ease
You are my heartbeat in this silent night  
In the celestial sea we fly away, out of sight

This feels so right, cradling my fears  
In a universe where love perseveres  
Laying on your chest, the echoes align  
In this sacred space, our souls redefine  
  
Behind closed eyes, I drift into your dreams  
In each gentle sigh, the starlight gleams  
With warmth embracing, tight as a twine  
In the tapestry of love, we eternally shine
146 word count. Me being my romantic sappy self
Feb 10 · 148
The Welcoming
The doors of ancients opened,
Now broken, we can go though,
A powerful magic releasing us again,
Free to return to reign once more.

Wandering through the ages of time,
Tangible to see and feel the imaginary,
Farewell, I go far away from here,
In a world of dreams and the magical.

Now you approach me,
Come in to me and fill tonight,
Chase away the darkness within,
I ride the night by your side.

Shadows flee from the pure light,
Give me the power of the air,
Winds, hear me, call my name,
Blow into my very soul, give me hope.

As you enter my room of enchantment,
You feel my spell weaved and you fall,
Lie with me under the cover of the night,
Under the stars draped around the moon.
Free verse, About dreaming.
Feb 9 · 142
Earthly Prayer
Once the depth of the earth spring rules,
Creation flows lulling life growing in gloom.

Softly lying there in slumber sweetly bestowed,
A spiritual being in their safe and loving abode.

Ages past, the brilliant beings becoming vain,
Light drains, drips like cruel toxic acid rain.

Evil's pendulum almost tolling the twelfth hour,
Severed now maternal connection, oh ego's power.

Time of innocence revered amongst grateful ones,
She preserves life, a sacred tree amidst pure sons.

Protectors, those left and in the Mother's favor,
Awaken the souls to our origin, then we save her.

I dreamt of a world in its time of purity,
Without corruption, the touch of obscurity.

Everything and everyone in balance, bliss harmony,
Lions lay with meek lambs, eco justice, not money.
Word count 126. A poem and a prayer for our home,  
for  Earth to heal
Feb 9 · 134
Redeem What's Left
Do you see, this is me, one and the same?
The lost pain that does not have a name,
Gone with the heart that has no home,
Oh, how I wish for you, dwell never alone.

Where is the life, where is now the awe?
Hear my past, a call, rescue from the fall,
My loving heart cries wishes upon dreams,
Lay down a dying rose, that once esteems.

Between worn out pages of my mind's diary,
Blank tattered pages mock, a unfinished story,
Tempest winds of strife blew into bitter years,
Recall it back to me, what brings me to tears.

Weep a pearl on your teary cheek of glass,
We used to know what it takes to surpass,
Still I hope in words composed, calling silence,
Hush, hush torrid voices that echos a defiance.

Bring me love or let me free,
Take me, drawl me, carry me,
Away from the blinding rays,
Dark and deep into you today.

Redeem me, save me into memory,
I need you now, commit to a reverie,
Forget me never, stir sorrow's vision,
Love forgive me, the greatest decision.
Word count 189. About redemption of life and love.
In the shadows of the canvas, stories intertwine,
Life's colors fade like whispers, lost in time.

Yet I stand here, heart weary but still awake,
Guarding the lives I’ve saved for my own sake.

No more ghosts in my journal, the ink runs dry.
I’ll let the silence speak, it’s time to say goodbye.

Where have the wolves gone, where's the moon’s soft glow?
Enchanted paths vanish, like mist in the snow.

The beauty once painted, now faded and blue,
Is it time to awaken, or bid my adieu?

As I wander through gardens where memories decay,
The echoes of laughter seem to slowly sway.

Among the lifeless blooms, I search for the light,
But all that I find is the cloak of night.

My voice once a melody, now just a sigh.
The final chapter beckons, it's time to comply.

The play is done, I take my bow with solemn grace,
As the curtain falls softly to end my time in this place.
Word count 164. Emotive piece of sadness.
Feb 7 · 323
Have you?
Have you ever longed for the love of me?
Just once, will you think of me?
My desire for you, entwining within the fire,
Have you ever felt separated from me?

My love for you consume my reason,
Where now, am I found in you?
In the unawakened realms hanging on to you,
Join me there, rejuvenate, and changing the fates.

Could you let go, set alight a passion within us?
I would take you away, in lover's castaway sea,
My chest your tears to fall upon, friend and lover,
Melodious reflection, beauty that radiates you.

So come out, come out wherever you are, my love,
I am lost in your ocean of emotions so turbulent,
Give in to me, surrender to my touch and feel,
Your allurement captivates in this fantasy under the moon night sky.
Have you ever felt this way with me, even just once?
Longing poetry. Word count 148.
A starry candlelit flames a symphony
Whispering to me a pathway of infancy
By melody's choir of twinkling watchful sight
I wander aimlessly through the darkened night

The stars stitch a celestial array of majesty
Telling my emotions in this tale of travesty
Send me your salvation to heal my wounds
And allow the guides to influence my moons

The vast universe granted its strength to my soul
Now I must bid my farewell to this time, I know
Wishes I made ages ago has finally been granted
By empathic ones of sorrow and the abandoned

The distance between our joined bond
Awaits for me until my final breath's song
May the dust of angel's wings take my hand
And lead me in the gates of my lover's land

Separated by death's cruelty of fate
I received a letter of heavenly gates
It held the hopeful dreams of my dearest ones
Scattered petals upon the grave and succumbs

Touched by death's sharpened blade
I asked for your hand, have you stayed?
Tears streamed down as the sunlight spill
On promises long ago we could never fulfill

Come to me once more tell me when
Make me believe in you and your love again
I trust in your heart lead you back to me
Pity me, or leave me, in depth I now see

Above the expanse of the deep universe
Beneath the watchful eye of fate much worse
I will forever yearn for you in pages of a tome
No matter where you lay and find your home.
About reconnecting with lost love.
Feb 6 · 150
Heart Of The Poet
Silence, I am your child from the beginning
My true hearted friend, an innate twinning
So much to cherish in you, so much to mourn
If only I can impart a page of my book now torn

Express for me what I cannot now say
Forget the agony of what I cannot play
Immerse yourself in the poetic remedy
Live life in my words, this fading melody

Do not yearn for a better world to own
For it is already written, performed and known
Every thought I penned into a poem for you
Every wish for the nights to turn into blue

I wrote for the dark, I wrote for the light
I died for the enchanted, a heart to ignite
Built a kingdom, I thought would now stand
But failed in my quest to manifest this land

Never yearn once again, oh the eternal sigh
Only my last breath a solace bestowed on high
Forget the written words from the tip of my pen
Remember only the poet's pain now if you can

For I have given them a piece of my soul
A comforting refuge, to make them whole
Revelling in this moment, desiring the time
The sweet melody of the poem in every rhyme

Revive in me a worth and it's passionate plea
Show me it's essence a true vision I can now see
Regret the time wasted and honestly unflavored
Sighing a tear, washing away all I had labored

Only time will tell if I mattered even a low degree
I am only a stone rippling, thrown into a vast sea
Emotive poem about the poet. Word count 265.
Feb 6 · 126
Night Of The Grave
In the heart of the graveyard, where darkness lingers,
Trees bend and sway their dancing skeletal fingers,
Whispers of ghosts fill the midnight air,
A chilling ghostly melody, a silent prayer.

Demons lurking, their eyes aglow,
Dancing in circles where cold winds blow.
Torches on the mausoleum flame and shadows dance,
As spirits awaken from the grave with the night's advance.

The smoke rises higher, a sparkling fire,
A haunting tune from a spectral choir.
Close your eyes, stay quiet and still,
The spirits are playing, having a thrill.

In the depths of the graveyard shade,
Ghosts sing softly, a haunting serenade.
Goblins and ghouls in a flickering light,
Dancing around fires in the dark of night.

On a mid autumn's eve, when the veil is thin,
The spirits emerge and nightmares begin.
Vampires hide in the misty haze,
Their laughter echoes through a foggy maze.

The wind plays games on the fearful kind,
Graves cast eerie shadows rising behind,
Branches reaching fingers, leaves like skin,
In the heart of the graveyard where terror begins.

Firelight dances as witches take flight,
Beckoning spirits through the stillness of night.
Flames grow higher, shadows stretch long,
A chorus of spells in a caster's song.

Flee far away and don't you look back!
For the horrors are near, red eyes turned black,
Take cover in the shadows of the fallen trees,
Feel their breath on this all hallows eve!

Midnight gloom fades, the spirits retreat,
But the forest remembers their haunting beat.
When October returns and moonlight gleams,
The witches will laugh and ghosts will scream.
All Hallow's Night inspired Poetry.
Feb 6 · 80
Genesis Sleep
Sleep, Genesis, sleep, in the shadows of night,
My fallen sons, amidst the fading light,
Slumber in peace, where the echoes fade away,
No more sorrow, let your spirit find its way.

Rest now in dreams, where pain won't find you,
The Last Adam can blot out the first sin too,
Paradise lost is in need to appease,
Reaping and sowing like a disease.

Sadness desends on humanity expelled,
In wrath we flee our shame has repelled,
Drinking scorn like water, cascading tears like rain,
In this hollowed space the door bound by the chain,

Beneath the cradle's bed, two angels in repose,
In heaven, in death, where the cold wind blows.
Cease the pain, as your body lies still,
Life's just in vain for a time, like a bitter pill,

For us to gain, what the darkness conceals,
By mankind's true Savior, what will be revealed?
Now let us lie in no blame dancing free,
In peace we will rest in hope, for eternity.
Just a touch of faith, rhyme poem.
Feb 6 · 102
Butterfly Melody
Flutter above a gentle breeze
Nectar of life and day
  In floral blue sea
Colors abound array
      Melody beating wings
What flying free brings
Ode to the Butterfly.
Feb 6 · 132
Fairy Realm
Underneath the canopy where gentle breezes sway,
Forest elves flutter with elegance, a magical play.
Amidst green verdant foliage, they frolic and giggle,
The magical musical is fleeting, mere whispered riddle.

In a world where dreams and stories intertwine,
Tales spunned fantasy, recounted by mankind,
Elvish girls gowns with radiance aboudingly fair,
Among the trees, glittering sunlight in their hair.

Whispers of majestic charms spoken on the wind,
A beauty, a kind of rarity makes me tremble within,
Woods and animals hold a secret just out of sight,
Wistful hearts desire, a true nature's silent delight.

Moonbeams showers over their echoes of laughter,
Promises before the dawn of time converge ever after,
Forever serenity among animals where they lay,
As clever fairies mislead curious human away.

Legends of old remain a whisper of truth,
Only the pure ones, innocent hearts of youth,
Granted an entrance or visions fleeting glimpse,
Others succumbing under the mystical hijinks.
Word count 155. Fantasy of the faerie.
Feb 6 · 221
Splendid Tapestry
Artistry, the mirror of my inner soul,
Revealing my true self, once untold.

Unending an enchantment to impart,
Heavy breath entwined around my heart.

Majestic beauty, a powerful harmony,
Do I love thee or only the idea of thee?

Patience in love, take your time,
Reveals the real and true sublime.

Rising gentle dawns and morning dripping dew,
Uninhibited intentions, conveys love renewed.

Building upon ice castles, whispering it's secrets,
Deep long sleep, crisp breezes among seagrass.

Painter on sandy shores with imaginations,
Essence of sea air and oil hues elations.

Journey among colors, fairweather and storm,
Oh, how lovely you and me, together and warm.

Truth in every canvas, guiding my journey,
Teaching me wonder, exploring more to see.

A moonlight flight among winking stars,
Bringing me back from wandering too far.

Even the burdens of life's play made beautiful,
Stand in awe, let joy unspeakable be unmovable.
Word count 149.  Poem of artistry and love.
Feb 6 · 66
The Thirteen Hour
Shadows loom where the whispers creep,
Time’s a notion, it's now lost in sleep,
A thirteenth ticking echoes in my mind,
The world keeps turning, but I’m lost behind.

Eternal laughter echoes of a forgotten power,
Darkness descends as the clock strikes the hour,
Countdown second's clicks, in a sinister flair,
Reality’s torn thread, frayed beyond repair.

Thirteenth hour, where real and nightmares blend,
Rapid breath frozen still, as the chimes transcend,
Down in purgatory descends screaming through out
In the echoing chamber, let the horrific truth mount.

Ethereal ones drift and the lost souls roam,
A haunted beat, chorus of the unknown,
The clock strikes dark, beats pulse in fright,
In the twilight zone, comes forth the night.

Hands of fate proceed, as time's face weep,
Feel the tick pulse, the dark runs too deep,
Silhouettes flicker in the midnight's light,
Lost in the rhythm, we dance into the night.

Believing a power of after hours pass by,
Ghosts of the spirit realm give a forgotten cry,
The clock strikes again, hear the thirteenth toll,
In the grip of fear, time will reclaim our soul.

The clock may stop, but we never fade,
In the thirteenth hour, is the grave we made,
Shadows lurking tall, shrinking daylight subside.
In the echoes of time's past, we shall now abide.
WC 219. Dark foreboding poem of the thirteenth Hour The hour of the after realm
Feb 6 · 97
After Land
Shadows growing long, engulf the air,
Each pivotal moment rings like a bell.
Faces of ages, echoes from beyond,
Calling me home, lost in a dream.

Dreams resting lazily on rocky riverbeds,
Oh, rivers of memories flowing through,
Through time's embrace, they guide my way,
Infinity hands carry and take me there.

You are my beacon, on a raging sea,
Through all of the chaos, no matter how far,
Hold me close, through the stormy tides,
Anchoring souls from becoming lost, adrift.

Enclosed in the night of the fading light,
Every flicker of memory brings back the day.
The ghosts of my past, they want to atone,
Whispers softly a sigh that will never die.

Rocking in the arms of billow waves to shore,
In heavens tapestry, colors array cover me,
Hide me in your starry truth, I’ll forever abide,
After land of my dreams where the dead sleep.
Word count: 149. Poetry of the afterlife. Free verse
Feb 6 · 241
Upon A Midnight
Mid' a dream,  crawling mist among the graves,
What do I hear? Tis a whisper, the heart craves.

Lost in time, diminishes a hope, loneliness preys upon mortals,
Ghost adrift within the mind's eye though life's cruel dark portals.

Tis' a spell upon me, oh God! My worldly sorrows never do cease,
I care not if I perish away, I cherish the thought of longing peace.

Death, is it a friend or foe, can the souls meet once again?
Thee gentle love lost among beauties only to awaken insane.

Oh nothingness, if I can't hear thine melodious voice,
Hush dear one, I lay no blame, I know it was not your choice.

Silence is the poisonous lasting deceitful wave,
Alas, alone I lay upon the cold cross stone grave.
Inspired by the style of edger Allen Poe. Word count 129.
Title:Into The Gloom Of Light, Free Verse,

Hark, hear the gray bell toll the midnight hour,
So still was the night, scarcely a breathing wind,
Tis' softly lulling, a haunting tune of emotion,
A musical line now silent, hushed through tears.

Sweet floral in thine hair, thy beauty so adorns,
If it should wither, my heart follows it thus,
Never leave me, for all my hope is in thee,
All alone I would tread, in the absence of life.

My cold heart pulses in its absence, as stone,
Fading beyond a chilling world, so betrayed,
Lasting agony mocks as my name is to scorn,
Hearts enshrined, hollow and low as a sepulchre.

Life's inhabitants, I haunt forever among thee,
Clinging to thine tempest and thine calm hours,
Abandon a last breath, cast the eternal portion,
Upon all countenance lies an unutterable misery.

Living ocean of empathy saves the eternal soul,
Sweet loving abyss, hold me away from cruelty,
Fall into thine darkness from rock and billow,
Wave to wave covers my own sorrow and pain.

Triumph as it lashes over me to receive my soul,
Deep, dark and dangerous, I float, drifting softly,
So softly, away into the nether world far beyond,
Beyond human cares, beyond horror and gaze.
Word Count 202. Free verse. Gothic and emotional. Thank you for reading , in the style of Edger Allen Poe. Lost in grief, loneliness and longing for peace of the afterlife and lost loved ones

— The End —