"darke" poems
stars are burning out
flying up to heaven
***** of powre
soaring through a sunset
a sunrise and moonlight
the rays of the imploding stars
brighter than a millione suns
the moon cries out for her lovers
dying silently and alone
a parallel deathe.
a mourning day.
the sky is darke.
e.s.s.
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
I fantasyse a fodder/
who myght feeed mye goost/
amende it atnyght/
when thee darke nd dreade onlee drenche/
nd drowne my hart in sorowe/
I am lost/
softlye now tale me/
all thee preteee thyngs I wont to heere/
tale me/
you love me/
that I am evrythynge u’ve wonted neer/
that mye prestencts dose not
alarm you/
that thes sun is bryght/ yellow/
fool of energee nd lyfe/
that you are proud/
of me/ not ashamed/
of my bryght colers/
tell me you love me
Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 11:14 PM UTC
The soft curve of your face
in the light of a yawning sun.
Warm floors
on which giants play chess.
The badly tuned piano taunting us with an
almost recognizable tune.
Showers that made the day
perfect
because they were
cold in the summer
and hot in the winter
the feel of the air-conditioned together rooms.
Popcorn smell,
the play of a fan on bare flesh,
footsteps sounded by phantom feet,
dormers,
darke tile and
white walls,
open windows and dust,
friends,
the smell of home,
and fun.
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 9:04 PM UTC