#lighthouses - Hello Poetry

The bardess looks at the skies as colored deep lavender with the doves whiter than the angels wings gliding by the breeze, the eclipse of a woman's soul is now unconcealed for the higher art of all things, she feels the tension, fall, and rise of the stories of now and the ones yet to be written, searching for messages and meanings that are as pieces of magic lingering as lighthouses in the shades of her.

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Sep 30, 2025

Sep 30, 2025 at 1:29 PM UTC

hiba-mohammed-sobh

Shades of Her

The bardess looks at the skies as colored deep lavender with the doves whiter than the angels wings gliding by the breeze, the eclipse of a woman's soul is now unconcealed for the higher art of all things, she feels the tension, fall, and rise of the stories of now and the ones yet to be written, searching for messages and meanings that are as pieces of magic lingering as lighthouses in the shades of her.

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Across the lake, I see a light shining outward towards the Sea, making the water glisten in it's reflection. Seeing the light, gives me a positive, optimistic feeling for the future. It's like a radiating glow inside of my chest. It makes me hopeful, in the darkest of times. One day, however, when night came, the light didn't shine from the lighthouse. I looked out from the lake, only to see aa enveloping blackness where the light once proudly shined. It wasn't there anymore The light was gone Shattered, and forgotten Just like my heart It gave me a feeling of dread, that just wouldn't go away. The feeling pressed itself against me, holding me down from the weight of it. It was too much for me to handle. The consuming, and eternal darkness... Swallowed every part of me.

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Jul 22, 2025

Jul 22, 2025 at 3:28 AM UTC

kumikomae

Lighthouse

Across the lake, I see a light shining outward towards the Sea, making the water glisten in it's reflection. Seeing the light, gives me a positive, optimistic feeling for the future. It's like a radiating glow inside of my chest. It makes me hopeful, in the darkest of times. One day, however, when night came, the light didn't shine from the lighthouse. I looked out from the lake, only to see aa enveloping blackness where the light once proudly shined. It wasn't there anymore The light was gone Shattered, and forgotten Just like my heart It gave me a feeling of dread, that just wouldn't go away. The feeling pressed itself against me, holding me down from the weight of it. It was too much for me to handle. The consuming, and eternal darkness... Swallowed every part of me.

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I watch the harbor through the falling snow the sky and sea form one vast, gray tableau the sun is nothing but a weak, background glow the scene draws me, as if hypnotically. Five mile’s lighthouse warnings go unvoiced its strobes not lashing out, so what’s its point it stands majestically but disappoints replaced electronically A tiny lobster boat makes its landward way towards the inlet from the wider channel bay a powdery blizzard is underway which melts into the mirror sea. Ospreys still hunt round the lobsterman's pride snowflakes stain them as they soar and glide other seabirds huddle side by side shivering and crowing lividly. Through the narrows the lonely boat steams past icy Luddington Rock and East Breakwater's breech its berths and moorings, within minutes reach and sadly, it’s time for me to leave. . . Songs for this: Far Far Away (Charles Tone Mix) [feat. Brenda Boykin] by Tape Five Nobody by Mitski

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Feb 15, 2025

Feb 15, 2025 at 1:42 PM UTC

anaisvionet

harbor snow

I watch the harbor through the falling snow the sky and sea form one vast, gray tableau the sun is nothing but a weak, background glow the scene draws me, as if hypnotically. Five mile’s lighthouse warnings go unvoiced its strobes not lashing out, so what’s its point it stands majestically but disappoints replaced electronically A tiny lobster boat makes its landward way towards the inlet from the wider channel bay a powdery blizzard is underway which melts into the mirror sea. Ospreys still hunt round the lobsterman's pride snowflakes stain them as they soar and glide other seabirds huddle side by side shivering and crowing lividly. Through the narrows the lonely boat steams past icy Luddington Rock and East Breakwater's breech its berths and moorings, within minutes reach and sadly, it’s time for me to leave. . . Songs for this: Far Far Away (Charles Tone Mix) [feat. Brenda Boykin] by Tape Five Nobody by Mitski

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The fat of the land In a handful of beauty's toil Worth the weapon, the wish in the sands Of marvel's and erudite silence we foil... Turns of children, into a barbaric claim With the simple to play, we are a habit in cream Spare to finish the season of a southern name? Can, a song and dance with redoubt begin our dream? For an ancient first to lately the order of final worst Sidelined with a careful love, the strength we dote In a clandestine seem of what God meant for theirs Sitting with charisma's anger, the head of isn't a vote... A world of sense, with one more step in mind? Can a stone play in your lap...? Lent the redress of tag, is our fate the voice of kind Upon the hurt future, we select from seldom's hap? Is it me, or did the future just fall in love, with meant? Quiet spaces and tarter rooms, to pray for a calling bird That has spoken like a king has remembered its covenant A harrowing house of freshness and its vex, has made lurid? War has a beautiful voice until ****** ****** is a wisdom to fetch remorse, like a pride had moments... Moments with a tilling grace, are a hidden play for copious worlds... Worlds that ought a heed of mendacity, save a heart by irony relents... Silence...?, and a medicine in a bottle If you have noticed a circumcision as a foil of worth Spare to these, and with a promise in chides and prides, so rotten But met in the sight of a wishful friend or lover, is an angel yours?

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Nov 13, 2023

Nov 13, 2023 at 2:40 PM UTC

david-hilburn

A Loan Of Lighthouses Is Still A Happier Shine...?

The fat of the land In a handful of beauty's toil Worth the weapon, the wish in the sands Of marvel's and erudite silence we foil... Turns of children, into a barbaric claim With the simple to play, we are a habit in cream Spare to finish the season of a southern name? Can, a song and dance with redoubt begin our dream? For an ancient first to lately the order of final worst Sidelined with a careful love, the strength we dote In a clandestine seem of what God meant for theirs Sitting with charisma's anger, the head of isn't a vote... A world of sense, with one more step in mind? Can a stone play in your lap...? Lent the redress of tag, is our fate the voice of kind Upon the hurt future, we select from seldom's hap? Is it me, or did the future just fall in love, with meant? Quiet spaces and tarter rooms, to pray for a calling bird That has spoken like a king has remembered its covenant A harrowing house of freshness and its vex, has made lurid? War has a beautiful voice until ****** ****** is a wisdom to fetch remorse, like a pride had moments... Moments with a tilling grace, are a hidden play for copious worlds... Worlds that ought a heed of mendacity, save a heart by irony relents... Silence...?, and a medicine in a bottle If you have noticed a circumcision as a foil of worth Spare to these, and with a promise in chides and prides, so rotten But met in the sight of a wishful friend or lover, is an angel yours?

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I house thunder inside of these bones. I contain lightning inside my heart. I contain raindrops in my veins. I am the storm. But, do not worry dear plebeians, I do not strike on dark days of gray, Only on dark days of pain. I pour down on the suffering, to wash away all of their troubles. And I'd rather have a lifetime of saving rain than a constantly-glowing sun. Because the Sun is just too dim compared to the fire that burns inside of me.

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Jun 22, 2016

Jun 22, 2016 at 2:01 AM UTC

nick-moser

Dismal Lighthouses on Distant Shores

I house thunder inside of these bones. I contain lightning inside my heart. I contain raindrops in my veins. I am the storm. But, do not worry dear plebeians, I do not strike on dark days of gray, Only on dark days of pain. I pour down on the suffering, to wash away all of their troubles. And I'd rather have a lifetime of saving rain than a constantly-glowing sun. Because the Sun is just too dim compared to the fire that burns inside of me.

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