As days grow short and sunlight fades
Nature’s hues shift from bright to grey
in midst of plague, darkness pervades
the birds fly south but we must stay.
Together we will make it through
though days grow short and sunlight fades
our faith stands strong, our hearts are true
and so shall break midwinter’s shade.
In blackest hour when doubt invades
despair creeps in and all seems dire
as nights grow long and sunlight fades
strike flint to light the solstice fire.
All gather round our newfound light
quaff winter ale, sing old ballades
till dawn banishes longest night
as sun grows strong and darkness fades.
(Quatern with traveling traveling line)
Categories:
ballades, dark, light, winter,
Form: Quatern
before time invented beauty,
she lay,
stunning and exquisite-
words came like the zephyr wind
and the breeze filled her soul with
brilliant ballades
her quill filled her parchment as
the essence of her pain became
a beacon for twilit shadows;
she held innocence that
could not be written-
verses upon verses could only be sung
by divinity,
rhymes and poetics could only be written
from grief and loss
now i see her lay there,
glasses swooping down her nose;
messy hair
manic eyes,
as she writes intensely from a depth so
deep even the gods can't comprehend
for she is still STUNNING and EXQUISITE to me...
longing to be free,
from death’s debris
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written: 1.13.20
Categories:
ballades, dark, deep, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Her beauty was captivating
sweet of heart, flustered
within shades of hazel
searching still luster.
She seemed adrift the tides
vacant stare of sadness,
walking love lorn shadows
on mystic nights.
She was perfect
the other half of me
pertinent as sunlight shafts
on a summer breeze.
Late nights talking
turning from passion to pain,
passing moments walking
under drizzles of rain.
Her skin, caramel candy brown
eyes of desert sands
Latin, sultry- always around,
yet often sad.
Still, conversing to steal a smile
with intent of soul
I nourished the broken rose
as she these cries.
Every word fr her mouth
poured like diamonds
fire bird rising... skies!
ellicited love ballads;
crimes of the heart,
and kiss sealed ballades
In the dark.
I stare at moonlit streams,
agaze the still of autumn
thinking of her tonight
in shades of beauty.
Categories:
ballades, lost love,
Form: I do not know?
I get up each morning and put on my glasses of poetry
Now I see everything in a new light,
My breakfast contains similies,
Metaphores for lunch,
And for dinner,
I think I'll have some rhymes.
I go to work and gossip in limiric
Describe nature in haiku
I think how does poetry affect you?
My life is one big bio
And my story books consist of
nothing but ballades and Abc's
When i got to sleep
i sleep on
Sheets of comforting poems,
Writing is a new revalaton
And poetry is as good as it comes
My pillow is fluffy couplets
And my blanket is warm acrostics,
I feel like wilimina shakespear
And i know that nothing is better,
than my poetic life.
Categories:
ballades, art, imagination, life, poetry,
Form: I do not know?