"ambering" poems
Though the destruction of myself
transpired in between moments
our electricity starting fires
everywhere in town
my heart held tightly
within your grasp
and the disasters
we created within
I would redo it all
time and time again
If it meant
the ambering fire
within me
would electrify
gazing
into your
golden speckled eyes
And self destruct
all over again
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 6:38 PM UTC
18th August
-Before the autumn arrives
Fourteen more sunsets to witness
Fourteen more endings to caress
I'll watch sturgeon for the last time
Gonna get 'ma-aslama' from August very soon
'Fall' will be evoked for what the September strives
Gonna have an eye-catch since it's a 'corn moon'
Summer will kiss you for the last time
Before the Autumn arrives!
Have to suffer a few more starks
Season leaving autumnal marks
My cozy lights ambering my darks...
Final Equinox in the doorway is driving
These elm splinters are substantiating
That the autumn is arriving!!
My darkened panes
reminiscing autumn rains
Rains on the crisp dead leaves
Triggering seasonal pains
'Ash' will perform his last ballet
Before he dives;
'Walnuts' will play their nonchalant rhythms
Before he arrives!!!
Leaves and the branches parting ways
Trees bearing insane death
Four are over already in these verses
Now the days are ten left! ~vairagya
Aug 24, 2024
Aug 24, 2024 at 12:36 PM UTC
Ambering leaves are what I think of
when I think of what I've lost
Yes they are beautiful
Yes they are indeed my favourite
But they are dwindling,
dying out
they are not whole-hearted or right,
they are merely decaying
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC
my back from rushingpinions extend soaring
i'll wont fall
there's fire in these most of all
it's love
bearing me skyward heavens bound
(sinew and cloud)
cerulean you got me craving
those plush
ambering hills neatly piled
i
over
sweeping
my arms
and eyes
stab 'em
gentle
and
they'll
,
deflating ,
get into one ****** mass
and i'll eat 'em
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 2:16 AM UTC
Bored performing fables
as we all came in flesh,
The very day things don't belong
lived with us, to this moment
Hence why we see flammable
yet often ambering bodies
Everywhere we go.
Every part of us they are gaining
against us, especially those invisible
eventually taking our lives,
waking us up by putting us into
our native invisiblenesses
September 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 5:41 AM UTC