"radiancy" poems
There was a brief moment of cloudiness. You didn’t see the sun nor the moon
Except for one night when the moon was shining bright for you.
You told the moon about the sun and how sometimes she was to luminous in the mornings
And somehow you were always hooked on the idea of kissing the full moon again.
Soon enough though, a familiar radiancy woke you up.
You lost the sun, but she returned, so tell me why does the moon keep coming back for you.
”So what is it then, do you miss the sun or the moon?”
”The thing is you already have the sun, so why do you still want the moon?”
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Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 1:37 AM UTC
oh my Allure,
where have you gone?
I've searched every heaven for you and you are here to be found.
you have such radiancy people are fond of,
such a magnetic force people care for,
yet you whimper all day by looking at your reflection
is there something wrong in your sensation?
if beauty can be stolen it will be first yours to be lost.
your eyes are as mystical as stories i used to read,
your hair as soft as clouds i travelled by,
your intelligence as vast as ocean
so why do you cry
at words that pass by
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 10:44 AM UTC
The light in her eyes catches me by surprise
she looks at me with radiancy
The capacity of my lungs decay
My heart beats resonate
I feel my lips twist up to a smile
I can see the way she is hungry for life
It is excitement she seeks
lust she craves
love she needs.
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 11:22 PM UTC
I wonder which sun are you
Are you the one that rises
Giving me the warmth and light
As I smile at your sight
Or are you the one that sets
The one I will say goodbye
Wondering where you've gone to
Today, I don't know
You're at your peak right now
And I am blinded by the radiancy
Of how much I love you
Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 9:29 AM UTC
be strong as a supernova they say,
glow bright,
excel through the endless night,
yet, even stars, in their final hour,
fade into murk, losing their radiancy.
replaced by the suns power.
Dec 13, 2024
Dec 13, 2024 at 12:56 PM UTC
West was a flower
Life growing from the feet and the hands
Reaching up into space in favor of god
In bloom
That the king may answer us when we call
A flower
Vines and roots
And sweetest nectar
With petals of radiancy and perspective
Of many thousand years
Colors and perspectives
But I don’t die when I’m supposed to
Only when I’m meant to
And the years of blood are not an issue
Surgery and scar tissue
Still blissful
Because the flower was plucked and left for dead
But at the stalk near the root
There is new life
And it will grow in the light in the favor of the lord
And it will grow
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 12:43 AM UTC