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English Jam Sep 2018
The beach smells of tranquillity and salty sea air
The rhythm of the waves gently caresses my skin
The horizon seems elusive, a dream always chased
Yet night foreshadows traumas waiting to be let in

Oh where do I begin?

I love you
I don't wanna be scared of you
I'm waiting in the shoreline
Please don't run away this time


I'm scared of silent reflections, solemn and reclusive
I float futher from myself with each passing day
I have a note addressed to myself taped to a mirror
I'm scared of reading it aloud and being lead astray

And I have to accept that it's okay

"I love you
I don't wanna be scared of you
I'm waiting in the shoreline
Please don't run away this time"


Seashells coated in sand tickle the edge of my ear
The fog carried on the wind sends chills deep inside
The sun will always be there to break the duskiness
Daunting across the sky and waking up the tide

And the breeze slowly sighed

Please don't run away,
       don't run away from me
Please don't run away,
         don't run away from help
Please don't run away,
             don't run away from the sea
Please don't run away,
                don't run away from yourself


Angel wings take me further than I've ever gone before
brandon nagley Jun 2015
yeux de TwiligLanguecoquette
Me noyer dans ta bave
Vivifier moi tranquille veut
Sable nuits nous Endulge dans
Obscurci par l'opacité des duskiness
Préparez-moi dans airify fraîche
Jog moi comme au sein ont été clarifiées
Faire un tour
Montez,
Talk toothsome
Sirupeux ludique
Glissant sur ourn propre amour
Sueur Ambrosial
Pas savoir aux hommes ou aux fantômes
High Hopes rester élevé
extranjeros amorosas contrairement à la plupart
Chéri
Bien fait
Kins d'exposition au-delà
Non destiné à la page en kiosque
Éveils subissent-sons popping
Sécréter les crys de chiens hurlants
Dynamitage comme un sprite
Délicieux sur des plaques d'esprits
Plébéiens à l'attribut non du monde
Brutes de la romance désespérée
Nous feras danser l'amour de la mine de danse
Nous seras valse dans laquelle tu ourn étapes
Voyage un de l'autre!      ( french)

English-

Twilight eyes
Flirtatious tongue
Drown me in thy slaver
Vivify me for tranquil wants
Sable nights endulge us in
Obscured by opacity of duskiness
Brace me in cool airify
Jog me as within were clarified
Take a ride
Get in,
Toothsome talk
Syrupy playful
Slippery on ourn own amour
Ambrosial sweat
Not known to men or ghosts
High hopes to stay high
extranjeros amorosas unlike the most
Darling
Well made
Kins of afterlife exposure
Not meant for newsstand page
Arousals heated popping sounds
Secrete the howling dog crys
Blasting out as a sprite
Delicious on plates of minds
Plebians to non world attribute
Brutes of hopeless romance
We shalt dance the dance mine love
We shalt waltz wherein ourn steps shalt
Trip one another!!!
I know I messed up words or two in french Version don't wanna fix it lol oh well
Alyssa Annamaria Nov 2014
There is a pile of stones
left between the morning light
and the evening duskiness
that holds the sky in tandem.
In the evening, my city becomes
the duskiness of hazy wind
buffeting into the street lights
of busy highway
addressing love with spirits
of solitude.
©shadeofalonely_girl
© Tabassum Tahmina Shagufta Hussein
Come secretly, come silently as my dark night's rainfall,
Like bewildered shower, in my land of dreams.
Oh! my Divine in radiance in the duskiness, touch my soul and breath,
The sun and stars will be meaningless to me.
When all are lost in slumber, engulf me, embrace me, rob me of my sleep
Enter my lonesome room, in the garb of music
Answer, answer to my endless tears and shimmering smiles.
Published in Our Poetry Archive Anthology "Spiritual Poetry Beyond Borders"  on 8th July, 2018.
We seek love of the Divine. Is it just love for Ecstasy? Or we need more than that. In our human nature, we tend to love the divine in our happiness and pleasure. Even more we forget the Divine in our happiness. Or ends in gratitude. In our problems we seek him more deeply. But is this only related to our problems or pleasures. Are we missing something?  In solitude, in silence our hearts yearn  for who knows for what. Something unknown. Who is it then? What kind of relationship do we seek? Is it more than love?
Manvi Goel May 2019
I was lying wooden in the house of woods,
And imprisoned in the servitude of solitude.
The outdoor elements were not in their elements ,
Sitting tight awaiting their merriments.
Strength and hope was under the umbra of duskiness,
The soul was clueless about the cloudlessness.
The smiling rays of light were in the shackles of dark heavy clouds,
The euphorious rhythms were longing for their warm touches and euphonic sounds.

On this greyish gloomy sight,
When the heaven started showering something white,
As my heart caught the sigh of this light,
A voice came from inside,
Hey !! Get up my child !!,
Lets step out and empower the inner child to play outside.

As i stepped out of my darkness,
I got face to face with an awareness,
The view is so beautiful outside,
If you pay attention to the love of darkness and light.

Light compassionately requested the darkness,
O My beloved !! Go and spread some awareness,
And light the lamps of hopes with happiness .

Spread an awareness about the blessings in disguise,
An awareness about the treasures inside,
As this awareness throw some insight,
A wisdom comes in light,
Try to see the upside of your ride.

As the sun dies for the moon to rise ,
The moon dies for the sun to rise,
Together their love complete a day,
Full of darkness , sadness , lights and gay,
Likewise ,Darkness after light,
Light after darkness,
then again darkness and again light,
As the soul wears the ring of darkness and light,
The ride towards completeness begins there then and right,
Moulding you into a charismatic gem that shines bright.

As the white snow was flowing towards me,
With open arms and closed eyes my heart was dancing in glee,
As the cool and soft cotton touched me gently,
Something happened quitely,
The gloominess died in the the arms of
Cheerfulness,
The soul started getting clues about the cloudlessness.

As the snow melted with me,
My heart started feeling more free.
The vision before my soul began the jouney of  changing its hue,
Slowly slowly it started turning into white and blue.
As it was sailing through this change,
My heart took a calming sigh that was beyond any range.
Tears rolled down from my eyes ,
As everything was under the haven of blanket that was white.

I was sitting and cherishing this delight,
The vibes of serene silence were flying like kite,
As the silence of serenity,
Touched my sea of tranquility,
My soul got enlivened up with a child like purity,
And there emanated a sensibility,
When the soul wears the ornaments beaded with purity and serinity,
It glows with the Rebirth of genuineness and integrity,
Freedom breaks the shackles of slavery,
Wisdom inspires to stand up with bravery.

As the Rays of strength and hope were riding through the clouds,
Infusing life in my soul,
My soul awakened from ignorance,
Darkness got vanished in the flambeau of awareness.

My eyes started shining with a soul nuturing smile,
That was so genuine and divine,
That the heaven stepped down,
To admire the sublime beauty,
As it saw an incarnation of deity.

As the heaven stepped down,
The rhythms found their soulful touches and sounds ,
The outdoor elements came in their elements and bowed down,
For offering thanks to the almighty,
Spreading the vibes of divinity,
Embellished with the beads of love , peace and harmony.
shreya khosla Aug 2016
Beneath the sparkling stars

The twilight has dawned its tranquility

Can you see those wishes flying high

Like the never ending aspirations

Breathe in the rejuvenating paradise

Let the duskiness , take you into the lost

World of wonders …..

Free those tamed pessimist who have

Lost their virtues

Thousands of blessings are following

Your path

Let your demoniac deeds go away

Pour your heart with kiss of love

And redeem your obscured reflection
#positivevibes
Mohd Arshad Dec 2018
What should I indite
          For their valorousness?
Words can't cite
        How they fight in duskiness.

Death growls and roars;
           Out of barracks they flow
And forget their shores
           And the beautiful bride's glow.

The children's voice is heard
           When the bullets pierce them;
Like mountaineers in a herd
          They march on, untiring, lame.

They don't stop until it's fate
         Some flowers on their caskets
And profound salute they get
       And their empty names in prints
clarie Jun 2020
The dingy darkened room,
I sit alone in.
The room, everyone walked out of.
The very room, that rainbows and sunshine
filled.
Is now just somber and abandoned.

My worst fear,
The reason I don't open myself up,
Surround myself with people,
Is the cold fact that the more people you let
into your room
The more people that can walk out.
They can get up from right by you,
Open the door,
And leave you, alone.

Until every single person ends up leaving.
And there's no one to talk to,
No place to go,
And no way to recover.

The room I sit in,
staring at the duskiness dead of night,
hoping that someone decides to open the chalky
brown door.

Im shattered glass,
with no one to pick me up,
no one to put me back together,
No one to even notice,
How Broken, everyone has left me.
this is kinda depressing lol but if you're going through this I'm here to talk :)
Robert Brunner Dec 2019
Lets toss the ball
on the lawn
in the declining light.
And  
through the open
window,
the record plays
errol garner
on the turntable.
Lets slowly make
our way, to the
beach, after
drifting through an
uncharted night.
I don’t see any reason
to pretend, at all,
that somehow anything
should change
this rolling life, once
unshorn, once the
pain of wishing
for more and wanting
to be the same is
eventually gone.
Lets walk home
in the closing duskiness
and under the
china light, hold on
and like a listing tree
and the moon above
our roof,
all wait and
imagine the world
to begin
to right itself.
Onoma Oct 15
the ****** trank of autumn duskiness--
creature features letting trees grip closeups,
that stand for a protagonist' last day.
screeching ques overexerted by alpha predation,
as horror's head classically wedges out from a
tree's hip--the day after.
flies walled in the gizzards of crisscrossing birds,
& an homage of costume flowers discarded
on damp mulch.
a cutthroat lack of resolution all along.
the inadvertent image of a grin below a chin--
drawn by creatures with their pointer fingers.
a slack-jaw totem pole augmented by an audience,
a stake driven into trackless woodland.
sleep paralysis on a  19th century canopy bed,
tightly drawn--changing with leaves.
Travis Green Sep 2021
No memory means
As much to me
That the perennial memories
We make together
Than all the joy
You carry with you
To supply my system with
Breathtaking hazel eyes
So exciting to see how
The colors change
In the sunlight
Your masculinity
Deepens within me
Touches me
In the duskiness
Your sweetness
Calling me
Keen on kissing me
Placing your hands
And arms on my abdomen
Looking lovingly at me
Expressing your affection to me

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