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As one villanelle can make us awake;
Where thoughts may not at all be planted,
Because dreams are never opaque.

Life saves us with sudden break;
Having the gut to take new chance,
As one villanelle can make us awake

Not every core needs to break;
And we fight with our own realities,
Because dreams are never opaque.

Midnights tempt you to create mistake;
But some live daytime like lifetime,
As one villanelle can make us awake.

Each day passed has no retake;
Facile is to fantasize while sleeping,
Because dreams are never opaque.

For once let us all not fake;
Agonizing is what we must accept.
As one villanelle can make us awake,
Because dreams are never opaque.
Because, neither interval nor death can hamper anything.
The poem which will make you think in abundance.
You are like the moon
Pure and opaque..
Can be described as nothing but a giant flake.
Desirable enough to cause many heartbreak.
You are a beautiful dream from which i never wanna wake...
Dr Zik Apr 2020
YOU
I can see all things
You are transparent, O Lord
All things are opaque
Dr Zik's Poetry
An extract from Book: Simple Words
Poet: Dr Zafar Iqbal Khokhar
Ameed Nov 2019
there's always a way out
it might be vague at first
possibly opaque
but, at the end of the day
you will look back
at the dark tunnel behind
and you won't believe that you were there
once
...
Nolan Willett Nov 2019
Battles lost and Wars won
Capsules and Caffeine
Minds warped and souls undone
Dreaming state of being

You listen for what we now may hear
Eternal cosmic mysteries
But a cost paid too dear
Another Pyrrhic victory

Too far now
A mirror opaque
But we’ll make it back somehow
And then we will awake
Aaditya Sep 2019
Know how it feels?
'tis impalpable, flows through I,
just like the clouds flow
thro' the blue sky.

Know how it seems?
'tis solid, visibly opaque,
just like the clouds above
in the blue sky's wake.
Know what it is?
'tis Love.
Lily Apr 2018
Weak and sensitive and delicate and fragile.  
I’m weak, the skimpy walls I’ve built around my mind
Are easily destroyed, never enough.
I’m sensitive, any little jolt or knock sending waves of
Hurt straight to my soul.
I’m delicate, a priceless China doll that can hardly be
Moved from the shelf for fear of irreparable cracks.
I’m fragile, needing someone to carress my heart, not allowing Anything to seep inside and break me.
But I’m supposed to be strong.
I’m supposed to have indestructible walls,
Tough skin,
An invincible, courageous presence,
Everything I need within myself.
But I don’t.
I just don’t.
Yet I lie daily to preserve this invincible image,
This confidence,
This strength.
And society believes it,
They welcome my transparent strength,
Seeing it as opaque,
Because they don’t want to deal with what is
Underneath.
JGuberman Sep 2016
The views from Qing Xiu Shan are very nice
and I am feeling better than I did this morning
the Yong River winds through green fields
the breeze fills my lungs
my thoughts rustle like bamboo leaves
a southern tranquility rises in the distance
covered by the opaque morning
this is what my mind's eye sees
as I rock my little girl to sleep
kissing the forehead
that will never be without a kiss
until my lips are still
like the peaceful day we yearn for
Qing Xiu Shan is a small mountain 5 km outside Nanning (Guangxi) China.
southern tranquility is a literal approximation of what Nanning  means in English.
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