Best Alluvion Poems
| I Dream Poetry in Darkness and Light |
Unbroken, my light rises like deep alluvion of sweet rivulets,
Craving passions and tragedies like written poetries of Juliet.
In softly spoken words I quell, of streamed sheen of sunbeams and spells.
Where worlds of fallen reality and fantasy live in parallel.
Playing with dreams and it's ruinous luminosity,
Through my skin, I feel its pale softness glow.
For, my ferocious heart beats for disaster and catastrophe.
Between the beginning of dawn and it's closing dusk evenings.
Reaching with ardor towards it's warmth,
The bitter transparent wind on my lips, I kiss.
Nevertheless, the dark reminds to hide all my mess.
But, this febricity itch with within my hidden fears,
Recoils and quivers like a mournful Mimosa.
Hiding under midnight treacherous treasuries but, I falter closer.
Let me lay in darkness; between these verses.
Let all hatred consume me with unbearable curses.
Let me die within these spiralling pages and vortex verses.
But, the scintillant light lends it's chi,
reminding my lungs; inhale deep; exhale free,
Like a pretentious vapour; I keep climbing.
My senses swell; atmospheric rising with spring tides fluorescent rhymings.
I move through like osmotic whispers; jolting with winged feathers of sweetened writings.
Because, I dream poetry in darkness and light.
And mourn with unspoken words; simultaneously, day and night.
The mountains with white tops
Are the emblematic
Symbol of the reserves
Visited by the tourists
Acclaimed by followers
Viewed as academic
Global patrimonies
Birds flock in azure sky
Lake is very placid
Clouds are like white cotton
In the sunny midday
With the alluvion
Of the brown gravel sand
In the blue river bay
The green forest fern trees
Serve as a barrier
Protecting the nature
And captive animals
From the mankind capture
In the wild aflutter
That end in quiet nights
Jumbo armadillos
Stroll in the jade pasture
While the big three turtles
Walk in the rock trails paths
Closing the attractions
That amaze audience
In the month holidays
2-12-2016
Standing in the rain he looked at her, as she looked away
Drops of black tears down her face, but not from any pain
“Do you feel; do you even know what it is to love?”
It’s an indescribable feeling she thought, but the words delayed
Nothing felt right at the moment, nothing felt true
He stood and thought to himself, everything she portrays is subterfuge
All the beautiful words she wrote, all her little billet-doux
They’re just words; she doesn’t show anything she says
Knelt to the ground, he would kill for her if it ever came down to it
But if things got to boiling point, he would run and flee of it
She shuts down; his eyes are too intense to look into
Filled with hurt and sorrow, but the hope of tomorrow
She sits ashamed with a guilty face filled with ingénue
She’s never been in such a place, he is just sick of it
“I’ve been here before, and you haven’t!”
Love is not doubted, but time surely is unknown
This is still the beginning; there is still time to grow
Love is not guessed, Love is what they know
No other time before compares to the time here and now
The air is colder and the shivering over conversations subdues
Deep exhales exchanged, alluvion eyes to eyes corral
A forgiven embrace of the lips, collisions of hands meet
“Everything is worth fighting for, and you’re worth it to me”
Tender woes disperse and burning blushes die out
Tonight they lay impassive, and all cried out
I won’t let go
I won’t let go either
I won’t walk out
I won’t turn upon neither
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