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Jessy Jan 2018
The day is over.
The sun is setting,
Darkness is coming.

Yellow fades to orange and pink.
The sky turns a light blue,
The day is over.

The moon peeks behind the clouds,
The stars are starting to twinkle.
Darkness is coming.

The sun is leaving,
while the bright blue turns deep.
The day is over.

It slips away,
The light has faded.
Darkness is coming.

Life is the day,
Death is the night.
The day is over.
Darkness is coming.
David M Harry Oct 2017
Arms entwined in exaltation  
invoke the watercolors
of her voice diffused in
a hymn between our bodies.
This lyric of midnight--
of flesh, of moon,
and leaf and moth--
whispered in darkness
gives birth to hunger
in search of moons,
scent, muscle, and breath.
Even in this darkness
her eyes are the brightest
stars and there is nowhere
I can hide from her grace.
She sees those parts of me
that I hide from the world.
And in this room without walls,
butterflies and angels overhead,
only the hymn between us remains.
her butterfly love scent eyes darkness brightness moon stars
Wouter Oct 2017
I lament the days to come

they’re empty and look

so useless without



your words they moved

my view of things and

anointed the way



I look towards life

and living in a broad

perspective it’s seems



in vain, so now all

that’s left are forgotten

words memories of



brightness and a

sun that fades into

an ocean of emptiness



no flowers please

acquisitions are not

appreciated
Vinyldarling Sep 2017
for a while, I was dissatisfied
with the way the clouds shifted to cover
the minimal shine of the sun
to hide my brighter days
in a captured realm of warmth
and simultaneous rapture of frozen temptations

-

but now that a new sun has
arrived in my circle of planets and stars,
a galaxy surrounded in a smile
wrapped up and presented in a beautiful
bow made of velvet and adorned in loving
kisses

-

the sunflowers in my mind finally had a place to call
home and a place to find comfort in
as they searched for the love and happiness
that took an eternity to find
and only a moment to hold onto
for  my  own.
wanting happiness and needing to write is a contradiction because a poet can never truly be happy
If you are
reading this,
I want you to
trust me
when I say,
I know the
sadness you
are feeling
because
I have felt
It everyday,
I know
It's hard
being alone,
nobody sees you
and you walk alone
on the streets,
wandering,
hoping that
your heart
will be flowed
with love and
the brightness
will return to
your eyes,
time will pass,
and one day
It will, but for now,
you just have
to hold on to the
light of hope within,
It will guide you,
as a star
In the night sky,
and you will find
your home,
as a white rose,
hold your heart
unconditionally,
and the moon shall
open for it.
Elise Jackson Jul 2017
Bright lights clash outside the windows.
Day 12/31 of my "Six Words A Day" Challenge for the whole month of July, the whole collection can be found on my page on the first of August.
JAMIL HUSSAIN Jul 2017
And
S u d d e n l y
The clouds gathered
And the sun felt so shy
In  brightness of light
O' there stood
You

✒ ℐamil Hussain
Dawn Jul 2016
Something pretty,
but not exactly bright.
Something dim,
among all the lights.
Something catchy,
if only you learned
to stop looking for things
you would only squint at.
Something worthy,
of all the time
you've neglected to set aside
just because you thought that rushing
wouldn't leave you behind.
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