"It’s the first of the month and Word Crafters, choose their own poetry form about Yule, Hanukkah, Christmas, Kwanza, and any festival or tradition celebrated during the month of December or something meaningful as we go into the dark days of winter." I have attempted a double Choka When Sun froze cold seeps through my… Continue reading TANKATUESDAY WEEKLY POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 255: #POET’SCHOICE (WITH A TWIST)
When I saw roses pressedbetween the yellowed pages-Last vestiges of fathomless love,A passion so consumingthat even in its ruin,It makes lost souls reach for murmured hopesand wistful dreams.
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A medley of thoughts, And a whirlpool of emotions, A surge of love, And a surf of passion, That is life. A cacophany of voices, And a cascade of thought, The lustre of a star, The heat of the sun, That is life. The dew-adorned blossoms, The fragrant-rich air, The rustling leaves, The bubbling brooks,… Continue reading Celebrating Life
Dreams We all are born dreamers for we conjure little dreams in tiny corners of our heart and nurture them through the life's tempests. But many a time, these tiny beacons of hope get extinguished and seem out of our reach. We tend to start doubting ourselves. doubt pervades the mindwhen your dreams seem faraway-miles… Continue reading TANKATUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 254, #SPECIFICFORM
She lived in a bubble, Caged in the glassy coccoon, She saw the outside world, In a pristine hue. The refracted truth, The sheathed life, The veiled truth, Life a lie! A frothy placebo, That showed what it wanted to tell, She floated in the pink panorama, Weaving an illusionary web. She was happy, She… Continue reading A Bubble
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.