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Brumous 1d
i wish i was a dinosaur
free with broad lands to soar
dead but has the world to adore

yet here i am sitting on the floor
with thoughts stored
like a wooden box

i am at war with myself
such a chore

tears hide behind the door
i can't take it anymore
Estel May 30
We could sing songs
Under a sun kissed sky
Showered by red and violet
While you strum your guitar
A smooth varnished back
It still has that one crack
From being reckless and dumb
But it’s just a faded memory
Bouncing among the clouds
Of our own thoughts

Everything would seem perfect
But below the golden view
Is a sea of darkness
Hidden within my own soul
Does it show?
I don’t know...

It’s been growing so cold
And it’s getting so old
So if I let you in
To see something besides what you knew
Could you just hold me here
Softly with kindness
It would be everything I could ever want.
Evenings a lovable sensitive thang.
Opting to pass usual good morning greetings as some sang.
Skipping morning bits.. rushing into the afternoon.
She welcomed the mid day
Knowing  with it a smile was on the way.
She allowed early evening to greet letting things bloom.
Working away late evening as sleepy eyes rang.
Conversations a quick cute head nodding overhang.
Good nights are like lullabies of verbal hugs.
Wasted evenings are snatching from beneath feet taken for granted rugs.
All to start another night in shimmering thoughtful plights.
Tugging away ribbons in flights.
Meaningful minds quietly dreamin.
As others may be secretly scheming.
Attentions paid to faded good morning hello's.
With hollow tones from yesterdays grading zero's.
Wash rinse and repeating..
Behaviors doomed to be failing.
Creativity craves new feelings.
Rare moments  seems to be fleeting.
Evenings are acceptable, noondays are welcoming,
as are the rushing of mornings.
selinasharday rosePoet s.a.m 2019-5-1
Just saying passionate about the passing times..

Evening comes a new I got this gift
of nature that
I just can't
afford to
lose. Which I
wish I could
keep so much
longer. I need
a friend of
the heart to
always there
to stay all
through the weather. Friends till
dying day. (s)
e Apr 8
the evening is my favorite time to exist
really, you can find so many reasons to live if you just insist
try to breathe in the clear air, exhale the smoke of a filled day
holding on is what I want you to do at this point, please just stay
Fey Apr 8
the sun dies gently behind the hills as I
wander through the pastel cloud’s apricot-nuance
with floating eyes of vacant iridescence.

and the sky lost all of its mighty blue,
now glimmering in a nonchalantly lilac hue
one could only describe as the universe spilled passion.

darkness manifests on the canvas of atmosphere,
its golden streaks devoured by mischievous glee
and we all sigh and finally close our eyes.

so that this journey remains all that we see.

© fey (08/04/21)
Floating above on this midnight cloud

Winds flowing through pushing stars about

Seeing the dust of glitter strewn about this Galaxy

Wondering if , I am whole

as if the moon could answer

Letting the air be music
I stare at this magical wonder

I could lay here forever

The beauty of magic starlight
daring the moon to dance

sparkly and soft colors
dress this sky

Floating feels so right

Magically keeping me here
Upon her whispering cloud
Wispy and warm

Galaxy feels so close
like I could dance across her
stars as they glitter telling me
here and there

Taking me to dreams
Midnight Magic
bringing me home

Awake another day
But soon ,I shall return

to this midnight cloud

©Jennifer L DeLong

Walking, talking and sleeping
Unmindful life's evening arrives
A blow or two strike
For you to realise
The real meaning of life
You wish you could relive life
Reverse drive time doesn't provide
Departure time arrives
Aboard unknown destination flight
You fly away
Zywa Jan 14
The evening sun pours

a dayful of deep colours –

into the fish pond.
Collection "Metamorphic body"
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