I can see the sun rise, Over the rooftops of my town, But the darkness lingers in the woods behind me, Dripping from broken branches in ways that only darkness could. The peace has long fled my being, I can feel the talons of darkness that grip my heart. The sun warms the waking world,… Continue reading I can see the sun rise…
galleon of thoughtsbundled into a big mess-my mind in bedlam
A part when those curtains come down, And when deep old memories float, Reminding you of times remote, A fast relay of life's countdown, Only you smile at the rundown. When all your dear dreams were weary And Life's maze seemed harshly eerie, It is just darkness before dawn, And Life's begones are now bygone,… Continue reading Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 40: (FLOAT) in the B rhyme line.
"Finding myself once again for I don't know the Myself that I have become." Via : https://lindaghill.com/2021/12/01/one-liner-wednesday-i-won/
Looking at the the dying rays of the sun at the end of the day,I realised that beauty is temporary and fleeting. But it is the radiant sunrise next day that teaches us to persevere and relish its beauty once again. Cinquain sun sets rays amber hued golden beauty fleeting it rises to shine more… Continue reading Sunset ( a cinquain)
Lost in grey haze,On the dewy hills,Lusty gales whipping by,I am-Softly caressed,By luscious vapoursthat wash away my blues,Unseen solace sublime,For clouds would one day driftto let in sun shine.
She’s all the places That she wants to visit. She’s all the road trips That she wants to take. She’s all the words That she wants to write in her diary. She’s all the magical characters That lived in her favourite books. She’s filled to the brim That what makes her dream and hope. She… Continue reading A hope
Prompt for Week #101 (Nov 27, 2021 – Dec 3, 2021) isTragic Lance fearlessly through life's tragic trance Via : https://wp.me/p6UE35-3sr
When darkness seeps in, And life seems to stop, A stagnant mesh, Clawing the soul, An errant ray, Defiant, Adamant, Pierces through the dark sheath, Leaving an opening, For wisp of hope, To blow away the dreary gloom. But, Not always, The tiny ray finds it way, It gets lost in the misty abyss, Absorbed… Continue reading An errant ray