Best Desolately Poems

So slowly dancing
in Time's chilling solitude
bewildering the shadows
in Love's diary-
desolately She stares as
Hope's unwavering beacon


Moonlight Delight Contest 
09/07/2017...

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When the opaque nights were starless, 
and the depressing days desolately cloudy,
the journey through the tortuous valley of life 
wasn’t easy as it was meant to be.

When the wilted flowers turned pallid, 
and the defoliated trees tarnished tawny, 
I lost the tantalizing trail of the...

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Watching wan moonlight
illuminate tree limbs,
my heart also brims,
overflowing with autumn.
—Ono no Komachi, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

As I slept in isolation
my desired beloved appeared to me; 
therefore, dreams have become my reality
and consolation. 
—Ono no Komachi, translation by Michael R. Burch

Submit to you—
is that...

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for bruce springsteen...


it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely,...

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I take a bite into a new bullet, 
I let its inner substance take my voice away,
Until I am left with your awful taste-
I want to lose today

I know all this effort was for your gain,
I have walked these bridges of woe and pain
Captured in...

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As I slept in isolation
my desired beloved appeared to me; 
therefore, dreams have become my reality
and consolation. 
—Ono no Komachi, translation by Michael R. Burch

Submit to you—is that what you advise? 
The way the ripples do
whenever ill winds arise? 
—Ono no Komachi, translation by Michael...

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There are two glasses of wine on the stand
One for me and the other for somebody dear
Time ticks slow waiting for him to be near
Sadly nobody seems to be coming at hand.

Outside the sun fades away for the day
Night awakens with the moon and stars
My...

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"Hush your crashing," whispered the moon to the sea,
as the sound slowly faded from the mermaid's laughter.
Luna heard only echoes on the shore, a silent symphony
that had been ebbing across the sea, perhaps hereafter.

Often, when moonlight glimmered its soft celestial light,
she would allow me a...

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Then was the time 

When life of contentment enveloped 
The expanse of the serene sky 
Where the flight was friendly without fear
As life flew like a free bird far and near.
 
When delight was found in the present
Relationships held hands all the way unreserved 
Strangers...

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The midnight magic sprinkles in the air.
I can hear the every breath that you take.
Closing my eyes I am so lost to any existence.
This moment is mine that I create.
So very, very much I am content!
My soul is engaged with such a paradise. 
I am...

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Time was then when life was rotund
For reinventing the wheels that turned
Journey met the familiar without fear
Life flew like a bird free far and near
Found delight to meet yesterday today
Relationships held hands all the way
Strangers mingled with smiling faces
Kept the nascent egos in their places.

Time...

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"A melody whispers through the trees in the Autumnal season.
A colorful song, a sing along, and nature's beauty is the reason."
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That was then….
When the tapestry of contentment enveloped 
the enthralled expanse exhilarated,
of the sensuous sky called life. 
When the fervent flight was friendly 
for the esoteric essence to fly fearless 
near and far like a free bird beguiled.
  
When happiness was convivially contoured ...

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It started with a blank canvas,
the life landscape I painted since,
shows a friendly fence or two, 
some with pegs stout and straight,
some with bars broken and bent,
a barrier between the rough pallid path 
and the flashy flowery garden of grandeur, 
between the rippling river and...

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When the starless nights are bleakly opaque, 
and the sunless days desolately misty, 
to steer the astray life across ambiguity maze 
in the miasma of misery isn’t easy. 
When the garden of flowers turn fawn, 
and the pasture grass russet,
the secret tears fill the sea...

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