dedicated to an aubade you hear,
calculating observe i gift; accompanies with a tear.
what made this dawn tight and secure alike womb, my friend;
coquetry of horizon, lacking effulgent.
the last four just to torment us can you tell?
cinematic shimmer it gives upon lake:
as navy as it's lachrymose,
also ephemeral.
watching seasons passing down,
and the moon phases.
gift another glance to crescent,
so it reflects on my manners.
18.07.2026
Whence Harry got to tarry for a Barrymore
Extra curricular activities ,
Extra virgin olive oil
Extra terrestrial cosmology,
saucer you are a foe, metaphor
You are an earl gray without Milk and sugar ,
a cup after an interlocking prayer
A wrinkled skin that tells a lot about a tafsir
And a tiny pillow that will be always mine
telling me to come home and sing a mundane song.
I am oblivious to loose any more
I am neither grievance nor exaltation
I am a tribune that you are Sasha's brother
they check the headline every day
Do you have the funeral teardrops with you?
Mine one was empty as I got them all from you.
The one who knows Rita
The one who knows Glow in the dark
The one who knows Chapter Takathur
The one who knows Alan Kurdi
The one who knows I miss that I never coveted
The one who knows I came to the sky blue , light hearted silt head
Not to have you, but to have me, back!
The Engraved Silence
I was born in the obscure,
where light had not yet been imagined.
The wind spoke in spirals,
and my gestures searched for answers
in the shimmer of water,
in the curve of stone.
I saw forms dancing on the walls—
not as prey,
but as fleeing thoughts.
Each spark in the sky was a question
suspended,
woven silently by my gaze.
I did not paint to remember—
I painted to understand.
Each stroke a whispered thought,
each pigment a fragile hypothesis.
The world is harsh, yes.
But beauty slips through it,
like a vein of gold
in fractured rock.
And I, a pre-human thinker,
engrave not what I see,
but what I dream
others might one day understand.
For to transmit
is to give wings to fire
we never fully possess.
Joel Charvillat.
I looked deep —
within the earth's leaves
it all wakes_
From a blink
The shattered Pleiades
rising; The moon-shadow
Encircling; in the dark
Ke lebeletše kgauswi—
Ka gare ga mahlare a lefase
tšohle di a tsoga_Ka ponyo ya leihlo
dinaledi tse
pshatlegilego dia rotoga; seriti
sa ngwedi,se rapotša go
Tsoga leswiswing
Im doing it
Yes finally
Making my dreams
A reality
Im getting it
Its fine
Look out its my time
Ive look and I listened
Now its time to pay attention
Pay attention to God's plan and his work
If he we follow him
It will work
He want us to experience the joy and overcome the hurt
Your time is coming
You are great
Stop running
(Repeat 1x)
Dont fear
Dont be afraid
You were wonderfully made
By the best Creator
Father God our Savior
No I never came claimed to be perfect
But God told me
Daughter you worth it
What gives you fire
What do you desire
Do you want me to take you higher
Higher im talking elevation
Its your time
Start embracing
Embrace it
Take it all in
This is where it all begins
It all begins with you
You were the missing clue
Your time is coming
You are great
Stop running
(Repeat 1x)
Elevation requires
For you to do what your heart desires
Don't give up on your dreams
God got you by all means
(Repeat 1x)
Your time is coming
You are great
Stop running
(Repeat until chorus fades )
Written by Concetta Hardnett
08/07/2026
The waves caress your hair with a light veil of foam.
Then the outline of your body appears, beautiful fairy of the oceans.
A breath of wind brushes your skin, the gentle touch of a feather.
In your eyes the sun lays changing reflections of Love.
I sense your steps along this beach. My throat tightens.
The seasons of the heart have a thousand colors meant only for you.
I see your face dancing, it cradles my soul and I hope.
Softness cements feelings — I think of it, I believe in it.
You, little magical firefly, shooting star of destiny,
Your words brought me finely-cut diamonds.
From that tender case, your smile opens a tomorrow for me.
I have fastened my wings to the blue of your sky — Friendship.
A breath of sensitivity fills me, a moment of dream, a gift.
Thanks to you, the days are brighter. Life rises within me.
Tender fairy, I will carry forever these beautiful moments.
When the ocean bathes my steps, a thought will be just for you.
Joël Charvillat
BOIMA.
Pelo e rwalego meloko,
Mogawo wo o sa fetošwego ke nako.
O wa ka mangwele—
fela
wa se khuname!
Botiipane ke matlaka
a go gana go robega phetšong;
Lenganego ke kotse e tiilego ya sebopego,
e sa letlanywego ke tšhošetšo.
Boima bjo—
bo go tlema fase bjalo ka thaba,
gore moya o se ke wa go tšea.
English translate
HEAVINESS.
A heart carrying whole generations,
An unyielding stance against the drift of time.
You fall to your knees—
yet
you do not bow!
Stiffness is the dry stem
that refuses to snap in the gale;
Starch is the crisp, unruffled shield of form,
unwrinkled by the threat of collapse.
This weight—
it anchors you deep like a mountain,
so the wind can never steal your breath.
Like a flower one picks in the morning
That one lays with the fingertips right there
In the hollow of your soft and perfumed hand.
Ocean scent that comes and goes with every wind
Rocks the hull of the boat right there
In the hollow of violent and agitated waves.
Moon, night’s beacon, lights the evening, erases the rain
Plays with me, plays with life right there
In the hollow of the valley with wet grasses.
Beautiful misty island where the sun slips through
On the prints of my steps right there
In the hollow of that dune everything becomes peaceful.
Beautiful moments of memories, sometimes a quest
Just a sensation of joyful strength
The world splashes with its beauties
No more chimera, being oneself without reverie
Right there.
Joël Charvillat
Unsatiable an ode to my harmony
quenching mundane in simplicity
light and shadow overshadowing forecasters to me
lighthearted, unmindful, a gentle breeze in subtlety
Daylong awaits I long alone lingering only for a chime
Whence omniscience harbinger of altruism
reasons to be
pristine in me
until then pulcher bits and beauty flying over the mundane me
yonder to ponder a journey due for the impeccable time in glum and glee
A splendor, a dew, a timelessness early droplet, an everlasting cosmology
in my patsy to see, to be, to sing in harmony!
Composition : 1912
Place : Shilaidaha
TOPICAL THEMES
contradictory
progessive
proclamation
so
short-lived
insightful
peculiarities
cultural
prerogatives
embodying
achievements
converged
flowering
formulating
pluralistic
figuratives
An elder berry said to one who was blue
“My lad, is there something you rue’
The youngster replied, “I haven’t a clue”
“Let us partake of this here rabbit stew
‘Capital idea,’ thus Sir Elderberry,
‘I hear tell it’s an excellent brew.’
“That’s the whole problem,” replied ‘Mr. Blue’
“I’m only 12, too young to drink, Elderberry ~ unlike you
Do you question reality?
I do sometimes;
Today I found myself on the second floor
Of a fast food building;
Sitting nearby the window
In some bench-like chair;
There were three of us;
One in the corner;
One in the middle of the small room;
And I nearby the window;
For a while I appreciated the fact that we,
As species,
For a while,
Were able to eat each its respective food,
Without gnarling and snarling at each other;
Sometimes a simple question
needs a simple answer,
other times, a lecture.
I adhere to the principle of truthfulness, irrespective of the consequences. He asked if I had any affection for him, which reminded me of a mathematical question posed by my second-grade teacher. Maintaining a composed manner, I replied in the negative. His response exhibited a noticeable change in demeanor. I firmly believe that honesty holds significant value, regardless of potential outcomes. The inquiry, "Do you love me?" has been addressed to me on numerous occasions, more than I am inclined to mention; I interpret it as a politically charged statement. (Increase in social security benefits)
Sometimes a simple question
Needs a simple answer
Other times, a lecture.
And as for me, I hate having long, drawn-out lectures
Today I am celebrating my 69th Sunday, 2026
It is well with my soul.
butterflies color
fades in vehicle's black smoke
fading spring glory
When we weren't there, there was this moon, there was the sun, there was this blue sky, there was a caravan of chirping birds. The golden morning sun, the blooming, fragrant forms of houris, the blooming buds, the laughing streets, the hustle and bustle and the dance of stars, all were present when we were gone. When we weren't there, there were these flowing rivers, there were seasons and winters. Look, nothing has changed, the clouds are the same, the monsoons are the same, the courtyard is the same. The land is the same, the soil is the same. The words are the same, the letters are the same. Why are you surprised? We are the same, you are the same.
Aubade Categories
Definition | What is Aubade in Poetry?
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.