Allaying Poems | Examples

Blackout Poetry - 1

Another Precious Day

The rise and fall scarce audible
inform me that you’re here.
A comfort washes over me
allaying certain fears.
For though I like my quiet time,
eschewing all the noise,
a room devoid of breathing sounds
is one I’ll not enjoy. 
So sleep my darling, slumber on
and I will watch and pray
and thank our Father for  his gift:
another precious day.

wise sage arrives

the wise sage from inner planetarian council landed on a Wednesday
Bringing his elixirs transmogrifying spells and magic talents our way
He landed in a boat that had been waiting for him since Tuesday night
A vessel that knew he was coming, and recognized him on sight.

The fey in the forest could feel the waves of electricity from him.
A sage who had transformed into spirit, no longer a human named Jim.
We recognized that he was a god from another dimension.
Dealing with him was a source of haphazard conversation and contention.

We are either fey or not, a soothsayer said, allaying our fears of this man.
But he is a deity now, who knows what powers and tricks he has planned?
The soothsayer struck down all the negatives and told us to man up.
Wherever he lands, he must have nutrition, and bee tea to sup.

This god was from the future, he had come to aid in our struggle for life.
He was all about goodness, and wanted to banish hardship and strife.
We soon trusted him and gave him our hopes, thoughts and dreams.
By Saturday he was finished; we all waved as he traveled downstream.

Undaunted In Moonlight

Afraid but totally, to be unsupported,
With not posting, the poetess cavorted!

Till a blythe, joyful spirit appeared,
Allaying all those ghostly fears to disappear!

With that, she penned with saisfacction .
Not even a broken hearft, coud halt her traction!


                       1/4/ 2924



      

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In my heart's cage

In the warmth of your smile,
Crystal vibes radiate, calming my soul.
Your gentle eyes, a haven for me,
Infatuating, yet serene, setting me free.

Allaying fears of losing you, I hold tight,
In the cage of my heart, where love shines bright.
You're locked in my embrace, forever safe,
Cherished moments, an eternal escape.

In dreams, your presence trespasses,
Relishing moments, forever caressed.
My love for you is  unfathomable and deep,
Eternal and soothing, a peaceful sleep.

A F

A female flinging foolish frowns away, affably allaying a fray.

Tired

Drained of creativity,
  Finding nothing left to say!
  Sorrowful of world events,
  Returning to packing for chaos.
  Saving what I can.
  Universal sanity,
  Is coming to an end!
  No one sees the gathering clouds,
  Or at least,
  Cannot say out loud.
  Living in harmony,
  Has just passed!
  Peace will not last.
  Only understanding,
  That each person has a strength.
  Relishing the positives,
  At length!
  Finding the common ground,
  Moving thoughts around.
  Sharing many ideas,
  Results in allaying fears.
  Destroying the chaos we create,
  Making room for thoughts to wake!
  Finding solutions,
  That will not forsake,
  The humanity we've left behind!
  On dust heaps and wars,
  Hatred of a kind,
  That leaves us drained,
  And full of disgust.
  For all the horror,
  We have created,
  Being sorrowful is a bit belated!

Twist and Turn

From Monsoon clouds, rain descends in shrouds, 
Thunder and Lightning, in fear we are enshrouded, 
When rain bids adieu, Sun's glow reappears, 
Rainbow graces the skies, allaying our fears.

Birds serenade, while the rainbow stands tall,
Nature's artistry praised by one and all, 
Twists and turns, events nature confides, 
A dance of elements, where wonder abides.

When one is in love, world seems to be a lovely place,
When one is alone, world seems to be a lonely place,
When quarantined due to pandemics, world seems to be an isolated place,
When social activities flourish, world becomes a habitable place,
This is a twist and turn event in which social desires take place.

When you succeed, joy prevails,
When you lose, agony awaits,
When you are pessimistic, gloom prevails,
When you are optimistic, happiness awaits,
This is a twist and turn event of survival, life anticipates.

Countless life's events, shape where we strive, 
Embrace optimism, for sunbeams will arrive.

Caught Again

Come, consider his story,
People not used to fear.
He tells a tale
And we entrust him,
But he and his kind,
We simply disgust them.
Prosaic dupes,
(We’re quite the fools)
Praise God as he goes on
And on . . . 

. . . and on he tells of glory,
Battles won - in time.
Salute the flagged boxes,
There’s no disagreeing.
Trust in his word.
Praise to his being.
Dim-witted lot,
(We’re quite the fools)
Blood-letting assaults for days
And days . . . 


. . . and days transform to years,
Numb to a fall from grace.
Treacherous idols,
Allaying fears
Between each smile,
Count souvenirs.
Addlebrained chumps
(We’re quite the fools)
Selling our souls for a penny a pound.

Grief

i’ve seen among the shadows
in the corner of my eye
a foreboding melancholy
ever present pure and nigh

upon forseen inception
came the beast without respect
laying claim to all emotions
pouring darkness down my neck

clouds of memories will float
inside of distraught dreams
allaying but for precious breaths
the pain of tortured screams

a prayer for those who suffer hell
from loss of man or wife
for these poor souls bear misfortunes
taxing sojourns throughout life

Like Fluid Tears Ebbing

Kohl is nightfall when bright hours decrease
Etching the silhouette of  trees ;
Beneath drooped willows,   grief ‘s  ache unravels
   A mourning in fallow shade
Twisted as  petals,  cold:

How  endings  throb again   again
Without  his blossoms for our sky;
   That  gushing out  into soft rain
Lamentation is my reply .
Murmurs of  branches 
   Deepen a caressing tune,
Allaying eve’s wail
Still, crystal  leaves  pour  on grounds
   Misty like fluid tears… ebbing.


4/21/2018
Broken Wings’ Contest:  It’s All About  Four

From This Lament

Midnight breezes echo a snuffed demise    from this lament ,
While time hangs amidst moments on pale skies from this lament.

A  lone ibis drifts on weeds reflecting my emptiness
When summer dreams grow dull through ashen eyes  from this lament...

How bitter this  grief of  a mother stripped by  innocence--
To touch   to nestle a child without cries   from this lament.

I recall laughter shared before eve’s veil wrapped my babe , cold :
Now , plush dawn gives way to angst of  goodbyes    from this lament.

And each bursting tear  stains a frock  I wear to memorize
The hour I closed life and prayed for  what’s wise   from this lament.

Till a little voice hums  like a cherub across moon’s view
Allaying glum heart    taming breath which sighs    from this lament.


Form G Contest Or Give Me An N/A   2/07/2017
Sponsor: Broken Wings
14 syllables per www.howmanysyllables.com

Arikara Born

I like many others have lived in our dreams
In this world where I lived amongst forests and streams
Where the Great Plains stretched and our rivers flowed
If you could see through my eyes, how my tribe glowed

Born from my mother of Arikara descent
My father a Sioux warrior, his stature, augment

My growing up was no different than the others around
For the learnings that grew from our ancestors surround
Hunting and fishing, being told of the dangers in life
Cultural indifferences, to fearing tribal strife

But it's what my father taught me every single day
To learn from our lands for through the years they'd display
Tracking, seeking, searching, living from our lands
Every year more learned, growing in understand

From a boy to a man becoming a warrior through my years
Protecting what was ours, allaying modern fears
But the changes that we faced, suffocated our souls
There was only ever one outcome, other man's goals

I like many others, to live and eventually fall
Born from Arikara, Sioux, my name was 'Standing Tall'

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A little story from my heart, where the Indigenous will always be.

It's Hard To Keep a Bulldog Down

Old Roxie is dead. She's gone to her bed
Near the drop-off where leaves are decaying.

Yet she rises again from that terrible fen
In a manner grotesque and dismaying.

The grave that we dug, although tidy and snug,
Was too shallow for her to be laying.

So the volatile gas that shot from her ass
(Excuse me for vulgarly saying)

Overexcited, spontaneously ignited
And created a monstrous spraying!

The guts and the hide were strewn far and wide,
Festooning the branches, displaying

Those rotting remains and even the brains
Of her corpse. The crows are buffeting!

There's no consolation for miscalculation,
No comforting words for allaying

Our grief and chagrin for committing the sin
Of the mess for which now we are paying.

Silent Code

Stillness envelops me now 
Wishing I could hear your whispers
But mortar shells rattled my ears 
From air raids on the battle front
Constant blasts pierce anvil and hammer
Leaving me deafened through echoes of night.
 
My return leaves you waiting among flowers
Allaying fears and speaking through warm eyes
I go damn , damn to those who harken your calls 
Like sweet pitch of birdsongs playing on those lips
Whipping gently on my furrowed chest
As my heart listens to the tap of your touch.

And the swish, rumble , purr of your skirt
Cascade  with the usual morning breeze
Remembering how we moaned on our first kiss
Where  l howled at evening’s sweet chorale
Now, we lay  on the sheets of moonlit grass
But the silent code between us wakes me up.




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