"tenebrosity" poems - Hello Poetry

The start is empty and dark, a realm of shadows consumes your mind, your soul and your fragile eyes with no hope for light to unfold Try leaving the rest, or better,leave it all up to your imagination, So you may not get lost in this loitering darkness which everlasts! As you progress it becomes clearer, the picture begins to form alike pieces of an distorted puzzle with discord in between each of them. When you close the door and enter once more however you will never know what you find, the image truly has corrupted itself, This place is a secret which holds no meaning; Absolutely Undefined A shadow can change its shape, reconstruct itself and resize too, What you get may be what you see, though is it really what you get if you aren't able to trust your eyes through this ominous tenebrosity A labyrinth, unhinged, seemingly endless cast away in illusion awaits those who make it through without being blinded by their eyes, But why make progress, I will send you back to the start, empty and dark so that the joy of exploring this world of change never ends. All or nothing, what is the goal, in this undefined loitering darkness. ~ Umi

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Mar 12, 2018

Mar 12, 2018 at 7:34 AM UTC

UmiofLove

Absolutely Undefined

The start is empty and dark, a realm of shadows consumes your mind, your soul and your fragile eyes with no hope for light to unfold Try leaving the rest, or better,leave it all up to your imagination, So you may not get lost in this loitering darkness which everlasts! As you progress it becomes clearer, the picture begins to form alike pieces of an distorted puzzle with discord in between each of them. When you close the door and enter once more however you will never know what you find, the image truly has corrupted itself, This place is a secret which holds no meaning; Absolutely Undefined A shadow can change its shape, reconstruct itself and resize too, What you get may be what you see, though is it really what you get if you aren't able to trust your eyes through this ominous tenebrosity A labyrinth, unhinged, seemingly endless cast away in illusion awaits those who make it through without being blinded by their eyes, But why make progress, I will send you back to the start, empty and dark so that the joy of exploring this world of change never ends. All or nothing, what is the goal, in this undefined loitering darkness. ~ Umi

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I'm not scared of the tenebrosity of a room, I'm scared of the thoughts which struck me. I'm not scared of humans, I'm scared of the demon which resides in them. I'm not scared of being alone, I'm scared people will forget me if I'm not in touch with them. I'm not scared of going naked in the outside world, I'm scared of losing my self-esteem. I'm not scared of the society, I'm scared of the hoaxes they spread. I'm not scared of your love, I'm scared of being abandoned by you. I'm not scared of dying, I'm scared that I haven't lived enough. I'm not scared of making memories either good or bad, I'm scared of these memories fading away. I'm not scared of the past or the future, I'm scared of the present. I'm not scared of slumping, I'm scared of failure. I'm not scared of asking questions, I'm scared they'll remain unanswered. I'm not scared of being corrupt, I'm scared of losing myself. The sacred me. I'm not scared of the aftermath, I'm scared of the side-effects it has. I'm not scared of being scared, I'm scared that you'll think I'm frail. ~Saumya.

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Sep 13, 2018

Sep 13, 2018 at 1:53 PM UTC

Heaven knows of the wishes you make in the dark. In fact, the light is a bit jealous. Glimpses of tiny paradoxes, Peaking through pin like openings. Ones the naked eye may mistake for mirages. The darkness is so vast, it is almost as if you are visually impaired and... Better days unimaginable. Every twinge or hope promises solar flares, But instead, it presents sparks, Quickly extinguished by, Ominous woes and epic eruptions in the balance. It is absence, Humming, Surfing on the air, So you only manage to overhear scraps of, The only means of your redemption But cannot actually grab onto to it. How are you making it through the day, When you hate every bit of it? Shadows laugh at your despair but I beg you, Stop feeding the darkness because it will only grow thicker. Heaven knows the wishes you make in the dark, But it begs you to stop searching.. Stop searching for the light. You will never find it in front of you. Because it is inside of you. But you are too preoccupied in your own misfortunes To see just how equipped you are to handle the silence. Because you have refused to listen to anything but sorrow. Too blind to see that your own heart, Radiates like a lantern. To worried to see that you don't need fire, You are the flame. Darkness is carved like caverns to make you lose your mind. Don't rob yourself the opportunity to be freed of night. Force yourself to see beauty and Beauty will cling to you, Overshadowing all else, And light will illuminate. no matter what you do..... Know that, Sunrise is only a breath away. Breathe will you? Let it fill every nook, Let it occupy every space of every cranny.. Let enlighten you.. Let it lift you up. Let it set you free. Let it keep you calm. Let it motivate you to smile. Smile your troubles away, ..... Will you? Because it will be the most beautiful ... You are beautiful.

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Sep 14, 2014

Sep 14, 2014 at 2:56 PM UTC

deneka-raquel

Tenebrosity

Heaven knows of the wishes you make in the dark. In fact, the light is a bit jealous. Glimpses of tiny paradoxes, Peaking through pin like openings. Ones the naked eye may mistake for mirages. The darkness is so vast, it is almost as if you are visually impaired and... Better days unimaginable. Every twinge or hope promises solar flares, But instead, it presents sparks, Quickly extinguished by, Ominous woes and epic eruptions in the balance. It is absence, Humming, Surfing on the air, So you only manage to overhear scraps of, The only means of your redemption But cannot actually grab onto to it. How are you making it through the day, When you hate every bit of it? Shadows laugh at your despair but I beg you, Stop feeding the darkness because it will only grow thicker. Heaven knows the wishes you make in the dark, But it begs you to stop searching.. Stop searching for the light. You will never find it in front of you. Because it is inside of you. But you are too preoccupied in your own misfortunes To see just how equipped you are to handle the silence. Because you have refused to listen to anything but sorrow. Too blind to see that your own heart, Radiates like a lantern. To worried to see that you don't need fire, You are the flame. Darkness is carved like caverns to make you lose your mind. Don't rob yourself the opportunity to be freed of night. Force yourself to see beauty and Beauty will cling to you, Overshadowing all else, And light will illuminate. no matter what you do..... Know that, Sunrise is only a breath away. Breathe will you? Let it fill every nook, Let it occupy every space of every cranny.. Let enlighten you.. Let it lift you up. Let it set you free. Let it keep you calm. Let it motivate you to smile. Smile your troubles away, ..... Will you? Because it will be the most beautiful ... You are beautiful.

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Tenebrae needs not to cut a svvath it's portiere falls regardless Requiring only your marrovv hanging a noose of your tendons chevvs you up in public affection hovv it does you so is love Pricked ears vvith shadovv cast upon them I just am

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Apr 30, 2016

Apr 30, 2016 at 3:15 AM UTC

1623

Tenebrosity

Tenebrae needs not to cut a svvath it's portiere falls regardless Requiring only your marrovv hanging a noose of your tendons chevvs you up in public affection hovv it does you so is love Pricked ears vvith shadovv cast upon them I just am

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If the sun has purpose If the clouds have purpose If the light has purpose Where do you fit in? If the moon has purpose If the stars have purpose If the darkness has purpose If even the most potent tenebrosity has purpose, why don't you?

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Mar 4, 2018

Mar 4, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC

calebpoetry

Purpose

If the sun has purpose If the clouds have purpose If the light has purpose Where do you fit in? If the moon has purpose If the stars have purpose If the darkness has purpose If even the most potent tenebrosity has purpose, why don't you?

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This man is sweet-tempered. He can fill a whole room with nice aroma. When others are in need of closure, You can always count on him to take you to rosier. In perspective of others, They like to nitpick on his features. His voice, his appearance, his everything. Their behaviour is simply captious. What I see is an angel descending from above, A heavenly aura seemingly palpable. With his winsome smile and his feathery wings, His figure is outrightly unmistakable. I love his cordial behaviour. Whenever he talks to me, I can’t help but release sweet laughter. In a room filled with tenebrosity, He can light up the room with his jubilant energy. In the tranquility of the night, He is the moon and stars. In the amidst of darkness, He offers bountiful open doors. Life without him wouldn’t be the same. In the darkest of times, He’s my guide to my pride. The only person to keep my sanity high.

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Mar 30, 2025

Mar 30, 2025 at 11:45 PM UTC

darkifytun

The guy that I love.

This man is sweet-tempered. He can fill a whole room with nice aroma. When others are in need of closure, You can always count on him to take you to rosier. In perspective of others, They like to nitpick on his features. His voice, his appearance, his everything. Their behaviour is simply captious. What I see is an angel descending from above, A heavenly aura seemingly palpable. With his winsome smile and his feathery wings, His figure is outrightly unmistakable. I love his cordial behaviour. Whenever he talks to me, I can’t help but release sweet laughter. In a room filled with tenebrosity, He can light up the room with his jubilant energy. In the tranquility of the night, He is the moon and stars. In the amidst of darkness, He offers bountiful open doors. Life without him wouldn’t be the same. In the darkest of times, He’s my guide to my pride. The only person to keep my sanity high.

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It's now that I know, The light you used to radiate Shrouded my life in darkness The tenebrosity was split by seldom strands of light That eventually faded away.

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Jul 22, 2020

Jul 22, 2020 at 6:19 AM UTC

Kashish

Darkness

It's now that I know, The light you used to radiate Shrouded my life in darkness The tenebrosity was split by seldom strands of light That eventually faded away.

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Trust that we always tell and seek the truth Despite the glint in our eyes The biting of our lips Trust that honesty comes first Trust that fear will be overpowered by strength Even if it seems that Light always carries Shadow as if it’s chained to it’s ankle Believe that a perpetual smile will perforate All the lies, All the fear, And all the tenebrosity That it will pull you out of your deepest sorrows Despite all the betrayal and aspersion We must remember that although Every light is burdened with shadow, Every shadow is burdened with light

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Jul 23, 2018

Jul 23, 2018 at 5:52 PM UTC

Pyrrha

Optimism

Trust that we always tell and seek the truth Despite the glint in our eyes The biting of our lips Trust that honesty comes first Trust that fear will be overpowered by strength Even if it seems that Light always carries Shadow as if it’s chained to it’s ankle Believe that a perpetual smile will perforate All the lies, All the fear, And all the tenebrosity That it will pull you out of your deepest sorrows Despite all the betrayal and aspersion We must remember that although Every light is burdened with shadow, Every shadow is burdened with light

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Love's deprivation provoked her heart's callosity, Doomed to exist in a vexed soul's tenebrosity. Ignominious failure of life proved detrimental, Was death self annihilation or purely accidental?

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Sep 13, 2016

Sep 13, 2016 at 12:18 AM UTC

deniece-long

Sketchy Obliteration

Love's deprivation provoked her heart's callosity, Doomed to exist in a vexed soul's tenebrosity. Ignominious failure of life proved detrimental, Was death self annihilation or purely accidental?

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She is an amalgamation of luminescence and tenebrosity.

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May 30, 2022

May 30, 2022 at 3:00 AM UTC

earthchild92

And everything inbetween

She is an amalgamation of luminescence and tenebrosity.

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The glistening palm trees cast a Cimmerian shade, stretching far across. Odd was how the dark wavering imprint was perceivable in the tenebrosity of the night. The moon, smothered by the viscous clouds, was unable to fulfill its illuminating role. The wind sang for the nightingales perched on the trees an entrancing sorrowful hymn, a disconsolate requiem, meant solely to succor. All in vain. Such are the innerworkings of a soul tainted by grief and vehement rage. He would ask for forgiveness, but only if he knew how, and even if he did, who would he ask. Once the soul has been blotted, it hardly ever finds its way back to its purity. The same wretched purity that inculcated the need for self-imposed harm. 'Tis true men will desire oblivion rather than not desire at all. He knew all this since the earliest drop of ichor was divulged on his account. Then it streamed, like a river with the steadiest of currents. His hands were, for the first time, sanctified as they soaked the blood. If only he knew how to foster the fire, leaving the trees incinerated, while forsaking the land of all shadow except that of the nightingales fleeing.

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Oct 11, 2020

Oct 11, 2020 at 1:22 PM UTC

cloudyx

The Divinity in Darkness

The glistening palm trees cast a Cimmerian shade, stretching far across. Odd was how the dark wavering imprint was perceivable in the tenebrosity of the night. The moon, smothered by the viscous clouds, was unable to fulfill its illuminating role. The wind sang for the nightingales perched on the trees an entrancing sorrowful hymn, a disconsolate requiem, meant solely to succor. All in vain. Such are the innerworkings of a soul tainted by grief and vehement rage. He would ask for forgiveness, but only if he knew how, and even if he did, who would he ask. Once the soul has been blotted, it hardly ever finds its way back to its purity. The same wretched purity that inculcated the need for self-imposed harm. 'Tis true men will desire oblivion rather than not desire at all. He knew all this since the earliest drop of ichor was divulged on his account. Then it streamed, like a river with the steadiest of currents. His hands were, for the first time, sanctified as they soaked the blood. If only he knew how to foster the fire, leaving the trees incinerated, while forsaking the land of all shadow except that of the nightingales fleeing.

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The roads I will take Will be long and winding Curvy and broken Split and cracked ***** and dark Damp and cold They will lead to dead ends Disasters and regrets Heartaches and pain Insecurities and envy Burden and loss They will hold sorrow and judgement Fear and turmoil Insincerity and tenebrosity Anxiety and dread Betrayal and delusion But they will one day Come to an end The roads I will take Will lead to floral paths Full of sunshine and clear skies Laughter and curiosity Innocence and empathy They will be beautiful; pulchritudinous They will lead to destiny Opportunities and possibilities Miracles and dreams Wishes and desires Elegance and grace They will hold hope joy and excitement Wonder and relief Satisfaction and love Peace and tranquility They will have been worth it

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Dec 16, 2019

Dec 16, 2019 at 12:22 AM UTC

Pyrrha

The Roads I Will Take

The roads I will take Will be long and winding Curvy and broken Split and cracked ***** and dark Damp and cold They will lead to dead ends Disasters and regrets Heartaches and pain Insecurities and envy Burden and loss They will hold sorrow and judgement Fear and turmoil Insincerity and tenebrosity Anxiety and dread Betrayal and delusion But they will one day Come to an end The roads I will take Will lead to floral paths Full of sunshine and clear skies Laughter and curiosity Innocence and empathy They will be beautiful; pulchritudinous They will lead to destiny Opportunities and possibilities Miracles and dreams Wishes and desires Elegance and grace They will hold hope joy and excitement Wonder and relief Satisfaction and love Peace and tranquility They will have been worth it

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Charcoal traces intricate pits of ominous tenebrosity Cobblestone paths guide and revive the indigenous nation’s daemons Splintered in vain, vexed and restrained My deity must absolve these memories Merciless silhouettes float amongst the rest And disguise divine penitentiaries Fictitious trepidation, nameless contagions, hinders this utopian civilization, callus your feet then fall onto your knees facing the skeletons of your aesthetic beliefs Charcoal traces intricate pits of ominous tenebrosity Cobblestone paths guide and revive the indigenous nation’s daemons

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Sep 18, 2021

Sep 18, 2021 at 10:49 PM UTC

Avgoustos

The Almighty Vale

Charcoal traces intricate pits of ominous tenebrosity Cobblestone paths guide and revive the indigenous nation’s daemons Splintered in vain, vexed and restrained My deity must absolve these memories Merciless silhouettes float amongst the rest And disguise divine penitentiaries Fictitious trepidation, nameless contagions, hinders this utopian civilization, callus your feet then fall onto your knees facing the skeletons of your aesthetic beliefs Charcoal traces intricate pits of ominous tenebrosity Cobblestone paths guide and revive the indigenous nation’s daemons

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