"cresent" poems
He penned
Little
Lovenotes
To the girl
With the
Braided hair
Shiny nose ring
A black rose tattoo
On her ankle
A damaged soul
With half cresent smiles
Crookedly woven smiles
Who always rejected
His advances
Maybe because of
Trust and daddy issues
That haunted
Her dark heart and colorful mind.
©
@roguelover in mirakee
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 10:59 AM UTC
*You Held Me Tight In Your Arms,
The Night Air Nipping At Our Skin,
Our Breath Clouds Of Warmth,
Mixing Underneath The Stars*
"I Love You," You Said, Your Hands Meandering,
Up And Down My Spine,
Trying To Keep Me Warm,
In The Frosty Octobor Night
*Corn Stalks Gently Grazed Our Jeans,
You Held Me Close,
Perplexing The Lurking Demons,
Warming My Blood,
With Your Lips*
"I Love You Too," I Said Holding Your Shoulders
*You Wrapped Me In Your Arms,
Folding Our Souls Together,
Like An Ormagami Crane,
And You Kissed My Cheek,
Our Frozen Fingers Entwined*
"Don't Ever Leave Me," You Said Lovingly,
As You Burried Your Face Into My Neck,
And Kissed It Lightly
*I Lay My Head On Your Shoulder,
And The Goosebumps On My Skin Faded,
As My Body Enjoyed The Cold*
"I Won't" I Murmered,
*You Stared Into My Eyes,
And Pulled Me Closer,
Our Lips A Millimeter Away,
You Know What I Like*
I Felt Your Breath As You Asked,"What Would You Say If I Asked You To Marry Me?"
*Even Though It Was Only 2 Seconds,
The Space Imbetween That Question,
Felt Like Two Hours,
Honestly I Never Wanted That Moment To End*
"I Would Say Yes, Why?"
*I Could Feel Your Pulse Rise,
And Your Skin Start To Warm*
"Because Someday I'm Going To Ask You, And Give You A Diamond Ring, Almost As Beautiful As You"
*I Smiled
A Reflection To Yours
As We Sat Under
The Yellowish Cresent Moon*
"Then It's A Yes"
*I Laughed
My Annoying Kackly Laugh
The One You Love*
"Can I Kiss You?"
*My Eyebrows Lowered
In Sarcastic Annoyence
But I Giggled*
"Fine"
*As You Kissed Me
I Smiled*
"Please Take My Sweatshirt," You Begged Me
*I Noticed My Shivering Body
The Hairs On My Arms Rose
And My Fingers Felt
As If They Belonged To A Dead Person*
"Okay" I Reluctantly Said
*You Put Your Sweatshirt Over My Shoulders
And As You Cuddled Me Closer
And Kissed My Lips One Last Time
I Opened My Eyes
The Light From The Moon
Streaked Across My Face
Suddenly I Heard You Whisper
Goodnight
As We Stood On My Doorstep
Goodnight I Replied*
Oct 20, 2012
Oct 20, 2012 at 8:17 PM UTC
The Cresent Moon Dancing With The Silhouette,
Of Old Silos,
In A Ballroom Of Winter Air,
Completed With Hanging Glow In The Dark Stars,
& Planets Suspended In Spaces Endless Corridor,
Human Life Scarce For The Hours Of Darkness,
Except For A Few Nocturnal Beings,
Mostly Adolescents Sipping Liquid Courage,
Drowning Their Pride With Hearty Venom,
The Creatures Of The Woods Roam Freely,
Scrambling Across Roads And Frostbitten Yards,
Awaiting The Frosty Tears Of The Heavens,
Coating The Land In A Winter White Blanket,
Drops Of Jupiter Perfectly Fall Into Place,
Upon Rich Green Eyes,
And Swim In An Eternity Of Spring,
And Kiss The Petals Of A Sturdy Rose,
The Golden Gates Of Beauty,
Open And Welcome,
In The Cold November Evening,
Mercury Glides Upon Smooth--Vanilla Skin,
Enternal Peace Just On The Tips Of Frigid Fingers,
Slipping Into The Grooves Of Skinny Extremities,
As Gardian Angels With Rustic Gold Halos,
Reach Into A Troubled Heart,
Take Me To The Light
Drops Of Jupiter Roll Down Rosy Cheeks,
Take Me With You
The Cresent Moon Glitters Off A Radiant Dress,
Come With Me Sydney
Bright Light Fills Two Worshiping Retinas,
I Will, I Will
Rays More Vivid Then The Rays Of The Sun Itself,
Then The Green Irises Open,
Sadly It Was Just A Dream,
But Drops Of Jupiter,
Still Lay On Her Pale Cold Cheeks,
And The Cresent Moon's Light Still Slips Through,
Light Resisting Blinds,
And The Trees Whisper A Secret,
Which Was Shared,
With Me
Information Injected,
From A Vile Of Destiny
Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 10:21 PM UTC
I bend my head
the bend of a ******
I lift my eyes and gravel the world
with my schztophrenic eyes
I touch your lips
with the fingers of a ******
then walk by you like a geisha
Im am my own schizophrenia
I palpitate in your breathe
I move in smile
I love in torture
and you are so beautiful to me
brake bonds between thy and your cresent lips
that are edged with the words of the sun
and the laughter it brings to the children
of our days
the youth of our minds
the subtle grandfathers and grandmothers in our
pre pubescent hearts
do you lag when you walk
up to the temple of my gestures
the columns are thick and victorian
a high ceiling
and a low waisted mistress
living in the water under your footsteps
drenched in white
consumed in a black hue
she is the abscence of light
do you understand
yes and proceed foward
I allow you with so much of me
to come into me
and I condem you with little
chase you with haste
and depart on my fruitfull alliances
with that and poverty of dependence
I mutually give my self to the wrectched
creatures of the dark
I print my name with my nails
into my own sarcaphogus
built by the highest of your kind
your bodies eat away at my mental felsh
might I explain
be so selfish to put words into a matter
that was done in complete selflessness
yet I am to be crowned the empress exigency
I stare in the mirror so pretty
so graceful
yes
I am the empress of
exigency
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 9:09 AM UTC
As the dew drops did roll down to a leafs tip it slowly did then bend.
As the sun did shine upon this leaf of thin a beautiful cresent moon did appear against your skin for it's shadow did hold so true for it's beauty looked well upon you.
But as this drop did fall upon your skin it turned to mist from loves heat from within.
A perfect moment place in time that lucky drop was a tear of mine .
Jul 26, 2010
Jul 26, 2010 at 6:23 PM UTC
Mother,
The epitome of love.
A star made of combustion
Of crimson and wild blue.
Her smile like a cresent
shining bright
from an afar Galaxy.
Mother,
Vibrant as sun rays,
And soft like the moonlight.
Tremendous as lightning,
enlightning the dark sky
with a spark.
Mother,
The paintbrush
that paints vibrancy
on the dullest of days.
Mother,
A soul that burns with ferocity,
Whos hands are always busy
scrubbing, moulding, cooking
But her touch always caressing with love.
Mother,
Who's voice can be the ocean
Calming and soothing
Or as loud as the seas
Roaring and crashing in a storm
bursting away personal confinement.
But she rows
Even through the sea of troubles.
Nothing is too heavy
She marches on.
Mother,
Who sacrifices and compromises
To deepen skies
and hand stars to hold.
Mother,
Who's love I cannot comprehend and stomach
For she grows flowers from pain,
Inhaling O2
And Exhaling O3
Transfiguring weeds into garden for us to play.
She is the incarnation of love.
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 2:39 PM UTC
CRESENT OF SINS
full and half empty bottles of beer;
scattered broken glasses,
deranges the cracked brown hued floor
music gales from an old c.d changer
inebriated guzzler mumbles in incoherent murmur
denuded nubile cavorts merrily
their sleek oiled frame shimmering in the fuzzy light
ghoulish **** silhouette walks in fluid and sinuous manner
fog like smoke chokes the room
marijuana and cigarette smoke amalgamates
swirling up merged into an eternal marriage
heels clad trollops clatters in the room
swaying their assets provocatively
boozers gapes intently with hazy eyes
raising their neck in unison
they ogle at the lure with entranced lust
two vague humanoid shapes lurks in a corner
moans escaping in raspy staccato
musk,booze,drugs defines this room
besotted species lie on filthy squalid floor
vocalizing dirge melodies
lost in muddled blur
dancers prances up and down
crushing cans and glasses in spirited tempo
yelling their lungs out
as the music drown their voices and worries
deep in the gist of the city
irrational rants emanates from every angle
sundry light floods the clear night
as merry goers sip cheap and expensive liquor
sloven hookers milks cash from patrons
the night conceal this cresent of sins
everyone is on a business
the party continues
the music get more stentorian
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
[{chronicles of the dumb speaker}]
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 8:16 AM UTC
The sun had hid behind the clouds that day.
All else was quiet.
I lay out spreading my fingers
along the wheat like grass that covered me entirely
as I stared up towards the twilight;
wishing that I had only to jump
so I could soar among those bright dots against the cover of the night.
If I closed my eyes
I could almost taste those bright metallic drops,
like warm milk spilling over the brim of the morning pal.
That fantasy I harbored
to lay on the cresent moon like a hammock against the night,
only to have it dip me into the slosh of the Milky Way.
That’s what I long for.
Anything but here.
All I ever wanted,
all my dreams
lay nestled between those stars,
and as the morning sun peeked out from over the horizon,
as the dew that covered my body
rolled down gently
to form tiny shimmering impressions against each blade of grass,
as the first bird began to sing its song
to welcome the heated smell of lilies
and the fading of Pluto before the dawn,
I felt as if I would cry.
I knew,
when that sun shone
in all its concentrated rage
that my life would go to hell again,
as it did every day of my life.
Daddy would wake up.
All would go to hell.
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 3:07 PM UTC
Mind forced to wonder
The planes of oblivion
Heart blackened and rough
Covered in obsidian
This is the damnation
Of the body I'm sitting in
Abandoned and hopeless
Im lying there helpless
And youre standing there selfish
You have done your damages
Rained your destruction
No need for bandages
They are only obstructions
Witness the wounds
Observe their infection
This is merely obsession
Filled with deception
Shackled and bound
By chains of depression
Now terrorfied to feel
Heart sunk in reccession
Once was full
But now only a cresent
A sliver a life
Cursed with agression
That only you can lessen
With you beautiful blessing
Just your pressence your essence
Is all I require
To lift me up higher
And escape this fire
On top that spire
Is the spot I desire
I will try to fly us
But my wings are so tired
From lifting you
Out of the brire
But I won't quit until we make it
Only then can I retire
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 6:59 PM UTC
Colors are not the same here. This I have noticed.. Its as if something is killing them all together as all the colors slowly fade.. The stars are also very sad here in this place.. They burn ever so, with a sorrow of no tomorrow.. The sun now shines very hot rather than it lighting up a beautiful day for me to play in.. The air is just air.. It no longer carries with it the magic and wonder I once had for it.. To know the sun never goes to sleep in the woods somewhere has made me see it as just a sun.. The moon now has it stages.. The fingernail in the sky is called a cresent moon.. The night is just the night.. And the early morning is for sleeping.. This world has not changed at all.. But I have.. You see I have become an adult.. And knowing these small things has taken the magic away...........................................................
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 6:25 PM UTC
three years ago and here i was
writing about the future as a sky full of stars; but me,
uncertain (i still am) and my sky was
composed of shapeless clouds.
today i am here and i say -
this is but a stepping stone to a greater future for myself!
you see, what happened is
i met a boy who dared me to dream that
we are the couple that sits on the cresent moon,
holding out a fishing rope believing that
we can dance amongst the sky full of stars,
keeping ourselves grounded
not to forget where we came from.
but more often than not,
our dance slows and i am thrown into orbit
the dizzying reality that
i am as unsure as i was three years ago,
where are my stepping stones leading me?
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 4:11 AM UTC
The complete universe resides in you
Your eyes shine like stars
Your smile is like the cresent moon
that brightens up someone's night!
You are strong and confident like the sun
Your mind is the place where galaxies live...
And your thoughts are gracefully spread like
millions of solar systems
Still you love to live in your
earth like heart
which is filled with clouds and
waterfalls of love
You are gorgeous!
You are your own heaven...believe me!
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 6:25 AM UTC
Three By Sea
Shall we wax as moon flower
in distant array,
swayed by first light of day
shall we retire by nightly beam
it's blue-white ray pathed
by cobblestone glistening?
Shall we skim naked as treetops
alive in the drift of whey
the woe of worlds surrendered
to the torrid heat of day
if the night is cool carressing?
Shall we blush in wistful velleity,
billowing voice as coarse drawn sail
our tragic beauty her blacken veil
should Dawn draw her curtain to
earthen edge?
Shall we pledge constant to Cresent
the lively heart of we three stars,
to grace his cheek in shivering war
all our brothers, lovers, sons?
Shall we all be inspired horizons,
a shimmering star in selenotropism
blooming wildly grateful in the dark
to spread the heavens,
to light the sea?
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 1:21 PM UTC
her skin tastes like sour patched kids
and she was a
sour,
patched
kid,
with more stories about rusty space ships
than about boys who say no.
my brain feels like a galaxy that eats itself slowly,
one star at a time.
his face sounds like a cresent moon
without the soft hum of adventure.
slowly dripping from his eyes was the fluid from his lungs
and he cried his death away.
my lips smell like anxiety
it's a familiar smell
but lingering faintly is the loss of sugar plum fairies and candy cane wishes.
Mar 23, 2012
Mar 23, 2012 at 4:33 PM UTC
I live in a vortex of mystery.
With shadows of the Cresent moon.
Riding my ride to an unknown tune
whirling towards sand dune.
I cover myself in the sand
Sometimes I uncover, and walk on land
I see the horrors, the soul in pain
A brother by a brother slain
I see lives ending themselves
Thinking who would hurt thyself
Was not this cruel journey enough
To trouble you, breaking the most tough.
I see greed is now a holy Creed
There's only thyself to feed
A word forgotten, good deed?
To soul, to truth they don't heed.
Questioning myself what is this place
After all the struggle, there's no happy face
They bounce they run, and die keeping up the pace
Still at the end no one wins this race
Everything will end
The strongest of prides will bend
Your money not will a hand lend
A truth, a destiny no one will wend
When death comes, and takes your hand
And you'll be a property of unvisited sand.
I live in a vortex of misery.
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC
The shrill cackle of dusk set herself
Upon the waning summer heat.
Low lit purple haze on the horizon
Painted wild in the cresent Moon smile.
Bear out the harvest, sacrifice all fortune,
Be full and join the evening on the morrow.
As the Sun exhanged his twilight gaze
Darkness drew itself into the shadows
Slave away for offering, the Night is near
As Day fades, the dark blue sky is empty.
Screams, despair is upon the fools
Lambs to the slaughter until she rises.
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 12:05 AM UTC
Love
Is the ephemeral moon
Waxing
Wanning
Some nights
It lights up the sky
Gloriously shining
And I howl in admiration
Some nights
The thin cresent
Sits in the velvety black sky
A half closed eye
Easily forgotten
And on some nights
It can't be found
The stars freckle the air
Reminding me it rests
Somewhere below the horizon
But my mind says
It must be gone
Forever
A sky this dim
This bitterly cold
Could never host
A being so radiant
So I wander
A vagabond
In search of light
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
Temple be sure and Temple be swollen
Temple be nimble Temple be sacred
Temple teach me love
Temple tear me down
Temple show me light
Temple bring me down
Temple sell my eyes
Temple bleed my veins
Temple Temple hear my screech
Temple sink me
Temple drink me
Temple shrink me
Temple blink me
Massacre my faith Temple release me
Flood me
Temple oh Temple
My heart is beneath me
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 1:09 AM UTC
What will it take
Reaching out with
Supple touch
Such soft things
will suffer well
All good things
wait in hiding
with the Cresent
moon behind barren
tree branches
on the Other Side
of the night sky
All bad things
Cancel, Cancel
replaced with
Joyous Ease
Abundance
and Wonder
for All and
Everyone
Now I feel better
her Majesty
has come
The hum of the cold
still night strum
me into morning~
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 6:17 AM UTC
lay on the
shadow
black
grass
rise up and rekindle all the memorys that
hath
been
harassed
listen to the
sorrowful
howling
wail
for all those who
contiue
to
fail
the red cresent moon rising
high
and
bleeding
the limp, dead body's cast a warning
to
be
heeding
one shattered soul takes in the
blood
and
flesh
her blood stained hands still
crimson
and
fresh
the only thing more dead is the hole
bored
in
her
head
to be her you must know what it is when a soul's dead
to
be
truly
alone
to out live all the blood
stained
ties
to home
a black cloak and veil cover the
ghastly
skin
she's a being that
shouldn't
have
been
always wearing an unseen mask
no
one
was
able
to
ask
what tragedy had been
in
her
past
no one could ever have guessed how long her
pain
could
last
a past the world never gave her a chance
to
forget
as if the world feels her
death
filled
regret
bearing the cruel curse she
had
been
given
in a way she is
always
living
like a poisin dart embedded in the
soul
domain
slowly eating away till the
body
only
remains
can't count all the blood lined roads
of
her
war
the deaths fall down onto an unmarked score
a
girl
forever
sixteen
to her life is
cold,
hard
and
mean
her chance was taken away
never
to
be
returned
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
*lying his back on the cold tombstone
he reflects on the unfairness of this world
night has come with loneliness instead of sleep
he came here to grief his miserable life
this was the only place he feels accepted
he is the cutest boy endowed with charming smile
yet his looks never impresses even the village girls
his voice is melodious and legendary but
only the wind seems to notice and tries to **** it away
his blue gorgeous eyes can melt the winter snow
but only beggar looks him directly in the eyes
he is abandoned by all
and nature also don't want to be associated with him
he is a reject just because of his looks
he is the most handsome guy in the village
yet he is the most unpopular
he is unfairly judged and treated
he can't take no more
why hate him just because he is beautiful?
he stares at the Cresent moon with jealous
surrounded by lover
the stars shines around her adorning her with twinkles
the majestic view of the starry heavens adds salt on the wound
intensifying the pain in his heart
silent screams rages deep in him
he longs for tenderness,touch and adoration
but he is all alone in this universe
his mind tries to fight the darkness in life
so as to shed light for a brighter tomorrow
but he is afraid of light that will reveal to the whole world
he is
LONELY.*
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC
LOVELORN SKIES...
She stood on the edge of the horizon and walked it cautiously,
much like a tight rope in the circus.
Her views were spectacular that far out reached miles.
A marvel that only she knew well,
She lit up the world with her burning gaze.
A blaze in all her glory she slowly grew,
Out stretched Ray's she awoke beaming; with a confidence only she knew how to achieve.
A firm believer acquitted of confidence and in which direction,
Much like a helium balloon monolith she rose.
But on her reflection he held her stares,
As he looked into her eyes he could see oceans of sadness.
so salty they trickled and quickly evaporated on her cheeks,
The depths of her soul were illuminated within her beauty.
They were oceans apart.
Her light was now fading as she slowly dimmed,
with a blink of an eye she was gone.
Back beyond the horizon she had rose from sluggish slumber that morning.
He then followed her a day apart,
Night was tranquil.
His ambience was seen by all,
His blueness remained but was illuminated by her power.
Yet she was not seen, not even a shadow.
He moved the tides for her,
back and forth they pulled ; but she was nowhere within his reach.
He cried, but brushed them off into the midnight skies.
Stars then appeared like sequins scattered.
He loved her.
But as she moved farther away he became small, almost incomplete.
His cresent though a smile seen to the naked eye,
was just testament to how far she had travelled almost fully out of sight.
But when he felt her gaze slip from the crevice of his eye.
She returned below him, she lit him up to his fullest circumference.
Months and dates then appeared on calendars,
Seasons of their love documented.
For mere mortals to plan there lives around there story unawares.
Although they never could embrace,
he knew that in that moment she would always return within those last days.
To show him in all his glory that empowered the night skies.
Maggie Evans
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 11:44 AM UTC
But a soft crimson kiss haunting a dream
With vincent blue eyes
Swirling with yellow stars
And bold broad brush strokes of insanity
A blood red moon nailed
above the horizon of an endless ocean
Close enough to touch
Yet too far away to hold
A finger tracing along my spine
As I lay sleepless in an cold bed
A silk lined coffin for my beating heart with a dying pulse
A pill full of dread thoughts
sleeping at the bottom of an empty bottle
Sitting in an abandoned treehouse
lost and buried at sea
A seed planted in my palm
Stiched over my chest
Blooming flowers scented with the nectar of hope and love
Swimming through the folds of
an eternal night
Locked in robes of Klimts gold
Sinking to the bottom of a dream
Where the cresent moon reflects a kiss
That is haunting me
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 9:19 AM UTC
It's been years and I thought I was fine
What wasn't for me came easy
I didn't need a sign
Leave in the night with no regard
I was right not to take it an extra yard
Numb and oblivious I've been
Living with thought and no serious sins
I look at my screen and see your delirious grins
So far away and no intent to explain loose ends
In the night I saw your face
You walked by me with no change in pace
In a dream I was haunted by hopeless elegie
Waking up with empty hope and returning greif
The look of your cresent lips and teeth
Left me uneasy
I just want the past to stay out my mind and behind me
No regret and much remorse with a ****** up head, heartfelt hate, and memories
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 9:57 PM UTC