Best Cimmerian Poems
Those dark furtive eyes,
into my own they secretly pry.
Orbs of obsidian deep,
my discipline I can barely keep.
Gaze further into my eyes,
bare me so I tell no lies.
Shred off every inch of my defense,
mesmerize me into submission like incense.
It`s driving me insane,
render me pleasure and pain.
Fill my heart with sin,
make me into someone I`ve never been.
[The Secondhand Emotion]
[Genevieve Farese]
Change styles a face,
One at a time;
Now seize the space,
Ask for new chimes;
Note then the strange:
Carved with fine gauge,
Ink fabled range,
Mark ample stage;
Make action pay,
Ever in spoils;
Rise to the day,
Instinct feeds toil;
Attend to plans;
Notice sure span.
Leon Enriquez
25 August 2014
Singapore
bewitching muse
of swirling mist
beckons
girl-child crowned
with ebon hair
eager as moon
approaching
midnight sky
she moves toward
mystical rendezvous
while naivete
trembles
Note: cimmerian refers to a mythical people who lived in perpetual mist near the land of the dead.
bewitching muse
of swirling mist
beckons
girl-child crowned
with ebon hair
eager as moon
approaching
midnight sky
she moves toward
mystical rendezvous
while naivete
trembles
Note: cimmerian refers to a mythical people who lived in perpetual mist near the land of the dead.
Photo: Pixabay
In Cimmerian's heart, where night is king,
A shroud of black, where silent whispers cling.
No starry light, no moonbeam's tender kiss,
A velvet night, where all is amiss.
A name that echoes through the endless dark,
Cimmerian calls and leaves its mark.
A chilling word that freezes to the core,
Where shadows reign, and peace is no more.
The sun forgot to rise this morn,
Left the world in endless night forlorn.
No dawn to cleave the suffocating night,
No sun to bring the world to light.
The air is thick with an unseen dread,
A heavy cloak, a weight upon the head.
A silence deep, where secrets keep,
And restless spirits their vigil keep.
The heart beats fast, its rhythm wild,
As fear takes hold, in this land defiled.
A phantom's touch, so cold and sly,
In Cimmerian's grasp, where hopes all die.
A realm of night, where light is lost,
And fear takes flight, no matter the cost.
A place where dreams to dust return,
And shadows dance, in malicious spurn.
Yet in this dark, a spark takes flight,
A will that challenges the night.
For in the hearts of those who dare,
A fire burns, a hope beyond compare.
Cimmerian may reign with its velvet night,
But within the brave, a flame burns bright.
And so, they fight, against the gloom,
To chase away the endless doom.
For though the dark may be profound,
The light within, can still be found.
In Cimmerian's realm, where night is deep,
The courageous keep their watchful sweep.
So let the shadows twist and turn,
For every soul, a lesson learns.
That in the black, where fear instills,
The strength of spirit, all darkness kills.