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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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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
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.

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