"evanesce" poems
Your green eyes
How I miss them so
How gentle they seemed
Oceans of deep
How soft
How sweet
Hazel rays of rising flames
Necessitating into me
Succumbing to their warmth
Impelling darkness from my soul
So safe
So true
Embers of a fading light
Forever, I’m lost to your sight
Like a fallen star
Doomed to evanesce in a dark
How tragic
So obscure
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 8:52 AM UTC
Nothing works out in the end.
All of us will be gone.
Our name will not be remembered.
The signs and lights will fade to black.
The Hollywood sign will collapse of old age, like us.
Poppies shrivel up, their red coats falling onto the scorched earth.
Grapes transcend into wrinkly sacs of bitter wine.
The way your hand slipped in mine,
the fingerprints will rub away.
Our heart beats slow,
diminish.
Our laughter evanesce,
wanes
as our voices descend past the Pacific ocean.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 12:33 AM UTC
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What tenements of clover
Are fitting for the bee,
What edifices azure
For butterflies and me—
What residences nimble
Arise and evanesce
Without a rhythmic rumor
Or an assaulting guess.
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There in the field she came to me,
The last of the silver honeybees.
I could see the years worn in her face,
Lost in the dark, one foot in the grave.
She held the ache behind her eyes,
So young to have her throat closed tight.
Poor girl, an orphan, with ribs of steel
Bone cage laced too tight to feel.
Then came the lonesome cosmonaut,
Betwixt the stars, those years he lost;
A nomad’s tale, nor here nor there
Too high up to come down for air.
Celestial darlings, they go round and round,
Dysphoric we hasten the final burnout:
From birth to evanesce, the hedons expire
Would love rot my teeth for afflictions less dire?
Last came the poet, out from the gloam
******* on pennies, and ink soaked through bones.
She gathered her strength and fell from the sky
While friends in high places twinkled goodbye.
Jan 9, 2023
Jan 9, 2023 at 4:23 PM UTC
*Best poems are lost in the morn's toothbrush
wash away with rinse fade like first crush
run away with the trail of the bus you miss
fly with summer clouds melt like first kiss!
Best poems are lost with the winds' dusty blow
half seen half known through half shut window
burn away like fire on a long winter night
lure with contour eluding full sight!
Best poems are lost in the crescent moon's glow
when your mind is too weary head hits pillow
evanesce like youthful time smoothness of face
undecoded hieroglyph untraced address!
Best poems are lost like petals in the rain
in the race for vain pride rush for self gain
seen through smoked glass pages unread
crumbling with time wasted like ****
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 12:13 PM UTC
In the midst of old ravines and paintings, a succulent soldier dreams.
As dawn starts to paint, as the secondhand piano plays,
his azure iris will gaze
to the sun- the faraway maiden.
In hope that one day, he'd sunbathe and chase dreams
with spring nymphs in holy fields of bonnets and poppies.
Into the poetic imaginations he submerged,
eating dainty buns,saccharine berries and milk by a spiral pond;
and pirouette like butterflies on feathery grass with florets and mist.
Far across the sullen lakes, He'd run with the spring squirrels and foxes;
through the honeyed prairie, the crooned secrets echo faintly like a damsel's song.
In between His spellbinding tales, plants they giggle in harmonious blithe—
that even the gale who gush by in haste, would stop and peer with serene awe.
Abundance of miraculous faith He ignited to his vein,
for the black dots of his crest and spine to someday evanesce.
And in ease, realms of woodlands and lone moors abound upon his eyelids,
that mother nature awaits him.
tick tock, two steps away from the holy born of Christ,
He died of collapsed dream, like muddy landslide of wet monsoon.
His soul— a soul of a fey,beatific and mesmeric dreamer, perish away in stardust.
a shriveled lilac body, graven into a treasure box, a seraphic smile carved.
With waterfalls and chrysanthemums,
moonbeam and fog, an elegy,
and a handful of brimmed ash—the box sealed like a secret letter.
that dusted night
ashes charily scattered to the wide empyrean
along with a brush of vain agony.
Rest in peace, Floyd the cactus.
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 7:43 AM UTC
I have been one acquainted with the night
Moving quickly with unencumbered ease
Through a cooling darkened breeze
Drawing drapes, eluding light
I am one acquainted with the night
I have been one acquainted with the chill
That an October morning brings
With whispered imaginings
Of wine, a blanket and a hill
I am one acquainted with the chill
Barren days and shadowed hours
Make the masses evanesce
Yet no less shared nor picturesque
For they shall remain forever ours
We shall be ones acquainted with the night
Mar 13, 2010
Mar 13, 2010 at 9:10 AM UTC
Dwindle-Melt-Dissolve
Lips of the world lost
Unsolved
Evanesce bring to life
Live-Love- Dance
Prayers>> of >the> Providence
Lips deep--- tears-seeded
Life unfolds
Loved ones need to be hold
World spins High flower
Chin
Are we all connected within?
Anxiety on the rise
Weaken flower transforms to begin
Sun lips gladiolus
Melody of Mozart- Amadeus
Honeysuckle- Rose lips
Healing rain European trips
Winding minds of stairs
They lost the flowers
Bad politics and affairs
I saw the light*
Candle-lips star* bright
Lips got healed God sent
Don't dwell on life the big rent
Aug 15, 2021
Aug 15, 2021 at 12:12 PM UTC
when that hopefully ecofriendly R.I.P becomes my final home
whether bios urn
or spirit seed
or any trendy tree from corpse to copse,
from dust to leaves
or better than
a crematorial commode --for fresher air and fuel for brighter flames
transplanted into other selves
redressed in mushroom spore-suit
seeded with the genes of generations hence and past,
piercing veils to fruit above again,
a mycophile to the last--
i will have lived with growth in mind,
that firm amorphous
ground opining green
to kindly live and die in kind
foment another view,
encompass monumental evanesce
supernal tablets branching neo-dolmen ethernexusnets beyond the r00ts
barking technoshaman psychic rings about a fiberoptic rosey,
perhaps a sappier refrain for finer silica domains
to sing along and echo Dryads doting long ago,
in threaded tones the make-remaking fold
of earthenborn rekindled kin of stars
decided to invent to cater otherworldly themes
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 11:13 PM UTC
The level of betrayal
Hit me on multiple levels
Beyond the shadows,
Was it the Devils kiss
Those moonlit craters,
in the gallows,
That created those layers
In the mountains of the Himalayas,
Will they ever tell us,
The secrets lost within those meadows
Flourishing down at base camp.
Flying those false flags in eminence,
whilst were sentenced in the highlands.
Hidden haters,
Camouflaged in winter colours,
the mesa range
a inhabited massif,
A hint of frostbite,
That in hindsight could cost lives,
of those trapped beneath the icy nights.
The snowfall is just drop of ice,
Stinging the eyes of those blinded
by the shards of glass icicles in the avalanche.
A ridge away from the mountain range safety nets.
Disrespected tor of mother natures indignation.
Only the indigenous survive.
Yet in the flames of exasperation,
In the footsteps of evanesce,
A liquesce renders the snow storm useless,
as the sun melts the inundation of the snow slide.
An aubade ray takes over the landscape,
oxidating snowflakes one by one like a machine guns wake.
The temperate rise coincides with the rise of hope within the atmosphere.
The patterns clear and the same mistakes will be made over and over again
until the atmosphere is damaged so severe;
The sun itself will cry a tear.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 2:05 PM UTC
'literature has a way of owning you'--
(the author said, after the book-signing;
and taking me behind the shelves, showed me
what possession meant, riptide trough and swell)
---much as the sea lays claim to one adrift,
to drown or hold aloft, then pin to bed,
displacing breath; choke...release...toss free, choke;
lungs drenched: retching silt, pelagic darkness
spotted with the faint transmuted sun.
whether full to glint a myriad in sky,
or blind to evanesce in foam and spray...
an atlantean crush of symbols: lost--
my inner mythic fades to distant waves
revising how i write of self, sunk
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 5:57 PM UTC
Against the gentlest ashen bones n’ flesh
I brush my skin and devour this gest
Driveling to stretch these moments last
For let me relish this spell afore;
My beloved becomes my precious past
On this illusory floor of lustrous dreams
I smash the glass of self-esteem
Tapping and whirling until I’m bereaved
For let me evanesce in pulse afore;
The hour is struck of my beloved’s leave
I pluck the leaves of my insanity n’ grief
And brew it well with my rusty belief
On this unsullied tongue I taste the wine
For let me drink before they lift;
Walls around my beloved’s shrine
Over the tormented waters;
I build a wharf and cast my woes
And I lay in peace as a sleeping child
Whilst averting noises n’ my cries
For let me rest in peace afore;
Veils are laid as my beloved dies
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
the sun also rises
with the smoke,
staling sweetly
while the coffee drinkers
scatter dewy dawns.
we're smoking your last cigarette
letting soreness seep into
concupiscent sluggish limbs,
as sleep-cornered bedroom eyes
melt their waxy redness
into the cruelty of morning light.
insipid tongues, chapped and swollen,
speak in strokes of satin whispers;
breathy simple silken strands
"you're so soft"
scintillate resplendence
with moth-wing gentleness
to evanesce the daybreak chill.
how i yearn to remain
in between the days,
hazily hidden in the serenity
of our echo-quiet secret place.
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 3:58 AM UTC
The one thing I want the most
is to un-love you
yet the one thing I'm terrified of
is that gingerly, in degrees
then all of a sudden
all of a sudden
everything will evanesce
like the slanting rain
the hearts i draw
on fogged-up glass
faint pencil lines
on whitewashed stairs
crushed paper stars
i used to fold, alone,
with you
and i will be left
with the frightful emptiness
and i will be left
to fight my dependency on you
and i will be left
(we're locking eyes today and I have something to tell you)
Don't Leave Me
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 9:20 AM UTC
~
Vibrations loosen
the dust on my piano,
releasing tiny particles
into a rectangle sunbeam
dancing about the glass,
as I play compositions
upon freeform keys,
fingered imagination
frantically moving
levers in never before
heard melodies
with a locked
sustain pedal
holding each note
to gradually
evanesce
into silence
as the dust
once
again
settles
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 2:19 PM UTC
"Good morning," says 5:06
This is your gentle reminder to arise
Be forewarned that the sun is waking
On the brink of dawn or disaster
We all have failures to atone for
And this is your gentle reminder that
No matter how many times you climb
Your feet will never stand upon holy ground
"Good afternoon" says 1:15
This is your gentle reminder to venture forth
But this is a place that you have no claim to
So be off like the nosy brat you have become
We all come here to escape someone
And this is your gentle reminder that
The someone who pursues is quick
Running on cylinders that you don't yet possess
"Goodnight" says 11:49
And this is your gentle reminder to evanesce
This is a place that preys upon your weakness
So close your eyes and dissolve into dreamless sleep
We all survive our own mortality
And this is your gentle reminder that
To bring favor upon remaining days
You must release the grasp on the ones before
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 10:12 AM UTC
I'm faded
Like a shadow
On a winters day
Like a pencil mark
That has been
Whiped away
Like a tear
Running down
My cheek
Like my self-esteem
After they claim
They're strong and I'm weak
Like my voice
Trickling down
The well of society
Like my heart
With all of its
Constant anxiety
Like the words
Of my family
When they say I'm blessed
When they all know
I'm nothing but
Evanecse.
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 2:30 PM UTC
Serendipity took over the calendar’s date
radiance of the moonlight ever so vivid
wind sways ritzily around the grass land
Evinced se blissful beam with her every utter
I’m all ears, I heed her mellifluous voice
jests shared; laughter outpouring
As the night goes deeper, our hearts follow
abysmally sinking down…down…and down
mundane feelings evanesce
How we long not for the toll of parting
but, the sand of time has emptied
to close the curtains we must
As we walk to the path of the end
farewell words we speak; empty they are not
but filled with yearn to see each other once more
Her arms wrapped around me
passionately...intimately
I am in rupture
From the other world the white maiden is
her charm so endearing, so alluring
for us to had met, fate must have closed its eyes
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC
You spirit me away to Greater Eden, /
In the redolent throes of /
Ethereal /
Romance. /
Reverie is magnified in your absence /
As I wonder upon /
Your /
Towering arms. /
Your heart is an impearled grand piano, /
Singing to me symphonically. /
Each key, weaving a tapestry /
Of the sonorities in amour. /
Beauty is your cadenza, /
As your radiant moonbeams /
Whisk me away to /
Twilight En Amour. /
May you be mine, /
Until the stars evanesce /
From The Charred Canvas of /
The Night Sky. /
I am yours, /
From sea to shining sea /
Uttering one-thousand words in solemn prayer /
That our union may ne’er deliquesce. /
May these words imbue you /
With the ardor of ages /
That we might procure in the heat of romance, /
The silver wings to soar heavensward. /
You are my forevermore, /
You are my swansong, /
You are my euphony, /
You are my musicality. /
You are my poetry, /
You are my eternity, /
You are my whimsicality, /
You are my Ivory Knight. /
(—Se’ lah)
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 8:11 PM UTC
mossy semblances
of childhood softening
growth a reverie
nervure crisps of windfall brown
scent autumnal stillness
in the gather-warmth, beading
sweater gems of sweat--
thorns recur in green
as spiraled lusts evanesce;
bright helix rising
Sep 16, 2012
Sep 16, 2012 at 1:26 PM UTC
Count me to the rivers that cry in the moon lit nights,
That drowns in the solace of midnights terror.
Crave like the ravens that are driven by hunger,
Seek to take away my essentials that enables me to live.
Cry hunger to my wounded soul,
That is cursed by the terrors of thorny clouds.
Capture my thoughts by scornful bushes,
Drenched in anger, in rage.
Cast the spell of love,
To defeat me.
So that I may die,
In evanesce.
© Robyn G Neymour
Sep 16, 2011
Sep 16, 2011 at 5:06 PM UTC
I hope you don't forget me,
and our late night conversations that lasted till 3 am.
I hope you don't forget the time
when we spent hours
laughing over the dumb jokes
that we cracked.
And I really hoped you haven't forgotten
the time when you came to me
lovelorn and heartbroken
because the girl you liked didn't like you back.
That evening we spent,
in silence on the bench
because I couldn't find the words to comfort you.
But, to love is to let go.
So now that you're happily off with her,
I really hope you don't forget me.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
At times I feel I've lost my way,
I evanesce like dreams at wake.
The memories resonate with tears,
as I clash myself with all my fears.
Lost and gone; drifting away,
troubled waves crashing down on me.
The time, the pain, still I can't breathe.
Lost and gone; now lost at sea.
My anchor now, where have you gone?
You held me tight, you felt so strong.
The steadiness that I need now,
I see you're gone, nowhere found.
So I drift about, and I float my own,
trying my hardest to find my way home.
But the ocean gets so cold at night,
I need you here, I need your light.
Just as my hope began to fall,
I see it in the distance now, standing bright and tall.
The light is overbearing, but I finally found my shore.
You were always here to guide me by, I was never on my own.
Lighthouse lead me home.
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 11:31 PM UTC
the water fills her lungs
her lips are now blue
her life is slowly coming to an end
the white lights are coming into view
it's hard to hold on
though hard to let go
when the angel will kiss you
soon you will know
tell me if this is real
tell me if this fake
I knew this day would come
surely this was no mistake
never knew my skin could be so pale
never knew a heart could stop
never thought I'd stop breathing
never thought I'd see my carcass from atop
all life must come to an end
nothing lasts forever
this is now, that was then
who knew death could be so clever?
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 4:25 AM UTC
Winter and death
Are supposed to go hand in hand
Crumbling brown leaves
Scattered around barren trees
And the days evanesce
Colder, shorter, darker
But the snow brightens the night
Every vestige of light reflecting skyward
Winter is indicative of change
A monochrome contrast to fall
An ending of a year
But all that crosses my mind
Is me, you, a blanket and a fire
And what comforts me
Is the pillar of certainty
Amongst the chaos
It’s disturbing
How quickly things fade away
But what comforts me
Is that my Love for You never will
And every snow flake that falls
Reminds me of how I fell for You
And every darkened night
Your arms or Your voice will hold me tight
Every cold shudder
Will be met with Your warming touch
And what comforts me.
Is Your Pillar of Certainty
Mar 20, 2010
Mar 20, 2010 at 6:00 PM UTC