Best Disappears Poems
As shifting shadows merge within the night,
darkness devours disheveled silhouettes.
And daylight disappears, fading from sight;
as a splendiferous sun slowly sets.
Twilight's crimson-colored clouds coalesce;
tinting the skies a cotton candy pink.
And yet, darkness descends nevertheless,
tattooing shadows with ebony ink.
Sequined stars sparkle in the midnight sky;
glittering gems, in the fabric of space.
And today greets tomorrow with a sigh,
as Luna's moon mirrors Sol's fiery face.
Moonbeams mold monsters out of shards of black;
sculpting scary shapes with chisels of light.
And female mosquitoes mount their attack;
as buzzing, bloodthirsty biters: alight.
Silence shushes sounds, stirring in the day;
as night's nocturnal creatures slowly wake.
And stridulating crickets chirp away;
trilling, till Dawn breaks: and dreamers awake.
As you probably know by now, I love stories about magic mirrors. Here's another one:
When my Great Aunt Mary looked in her new mirror that night,
she could see future events that caused her great fright.
So many scary things made her cringe with fear in her face.
Even though scary wasn't always the case.
She had gotten this mirror for her birthday today.
But little did she know what a price she would pay.
She could see things that you and I think of as being everyday things.
Only the blackest of nights, would the mirror bring.
On one night she saw a man named Armstrong whom
she heard voices say was walking on the moon.
She heard in the distance from the mirror, in her mind.
"That's one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind."
The mirror would only show her secrets in the darkness of the night.
Never would it reveal itself, when there was a hint of any light.
Aunt Mary would sneek into the bedroom with much apprehension.
And always with a candle, to avert the mirror's attention.
The mirror could always sense her presence and was waiting patiently.
To show her all the things that she was so afraid to see.
The flying machines she saw were huge and people flying coast to coast.
Not knowing of such things, she thought they were some kind of ghost.
She tried telling people about the things she saw one day.
But after she told them, most of them would always say,
"That Mary, you know, she's such a good girl, but her minds not quite right."
Then Mary stopped telling them all the things she saw that gave her a fright.
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Exactly one year and at midnight, when she turned twenty one,
Was the darkest of nights that had ever been since time had begun.
There came a great storm and when the lightning did strike,
caused that mirror to light up and begin to vibrate and hum with delight.
.
Rain was pouring and from the tin roof water was filling a drum.
The greater the storm, the greater the hum.
From the bed, Mary wanted to get up and run.
But she seem to be paralized and just layed there and watched stunned.
Oh the things she saw would have made your hair rise.
Maybe even caused you to go blind in both eyes.
It seemed like hours but was only a minute, then Mary felt very strange.
What was happening? She was floating and the mirror was in range.
As she neared it, it seemed to open it's arms and embrace her.
She was disappearing into the glass, looking into the distance far.
And as she left, she felt the most wonderful peace she had ever known.
Mary disappeared and no one knew where she had gone.
Her twenty first birthday, people came to celebrate.
They couldn't find Mary and they were all in a state.
They looked in her bedroom and her bed was in place.
But her new mirror was gone and there was no trace.
Speculations were that Mary longed to live in a future day.
Maybe even travel through space in the sun's ray.
But wherever Mary went that mirror's there too.
And maybe someday it will bring her back when her traveling's through!
Part of me disappears
without me knowing
Can’t reap a blessed thing
no clue what I was sowing
North wind nips buds of yesterday
icicles freeze every flower that sways
The brain desires to work overtime
while a haze swirls round
~ ‘Tis not a victimless crime
The kids set out a bowl of milk with chips
For dear Old Santa with no thought of tips
But when Santa arrived
He was somewhat surprised
To see Jeff the cat a-lickin' his lips
As for the Silence of Clouds
By David J Walker
How random the trek of thoughts
Floating through the grey ether of imagination
In connected but disassociated ways
Like stray clouds
Passing by with
Nothing to say
Each a form of its own meaning
Needing to be painted on a canvas
of thick paper and plain words
A descriptive colloquy pray
Prayed and then captured
Before it disbands and
disappears forever
Before threatening storms
Image in water
rainy mirror on rough ground
disappears when dries
Time Disappears
Time disappears,
the hours, the days
Lost in the shadows,
a sundial haze
Seizing the moments
our memories trace
Drawing the curtain,
these thoughts to erase
Still I ignore
every clock on the wall
Each ticking second,
the minutes that fall
For all I see is
the beautiful view
Of every new day
I am starting with you
Good Morning Soupers
i always believe in us
though if the world don't
i believe the four letters
the popular letters
which amaze men to drown
in a sea none has seen
but hearts coul feel
the four letters "love"
l-long
o-of
v-virtues
e-enternal
for this word love
kept our virtue axed in us
in us we could feel
completion
though little i was
i saw the spaces between
my fingers
looking for whom to fill it
have i longed this far
like a tale a writer seeks to
tell
an orator yells to voice
as i saw you from glances
far
i just knew it was you
the birds didn't had to fly
twice for me to know
voices didn't have to be loud
for me to discern it was you
for i know it's us
driven by the believe in me
that it's us till the sun
dissapears
i don't want to see another
take this place
for you have created
a great legacy in me
that our love goes beyond
the love of romeo and juliet
beyond adam and eve
for if i should be honest
it's between you and i
not even the quench of
death could drift what i have
for you my love
till enternity i would still love
you
even at heaven your name
would that be in my lips
it's us till the sun dissapears
to you my love
i solace this word to you
like a crimstone
i would engraved your name
in it that it's you and me
Some of the sunshine disappears
When a loved one sadly passes away
You think of all the good times you had
Each and every day
Those precious memories are still there
Even though that your mom is gone
Now you have to live your life
And have the strength to carry on
J-ust meet the new day,
G-reet the break of fresh morning,
V-iew the lovely dawn.
Topi c: Birthday of John Ray G. Vino (March 1)
Form: Acrostic Haiku
When gravity disappears
I will float higher than an oak tree.
Collecting leaves and acorns on my way up.
Traveling into the fluffy white clouds.
Snatching tiny pieces to consume
so I can see if they taste like cotton candy.
When gravity disappears
A-fter the rain disappears,
R-ays are shining bright;
V-ile weather fades away,
E-arly morn leaves the
N-ight.
A-fter the rain disappears,
S-unlight warms the day;
T-wenty-fourth November
E-rases the dark and gray.
J-ust look at the skyline,
A-nd see the million cheers;
D-elightful beacon comes,
A-fter the rain disappears.
lips bleed poison
on your skin
burning in further
to purge away your sin
its true that only the dead
will see an end to this war
cause we keep on fighting
till we cant fight no more
why cant we stop this?
and live in harmony
let people speak out their opinion
let us all be free
we're prisoners to our own hate
prisoners of ourselves
but we're the only once who can save us
we cant be saved by anyone else
so lets put an end to all the conflict
put an end to all the screams
lets not be held down by ourselves
lets not be poisoning dreams
do you fear me when im gone
do you hide away your tears
as we argue who was wrong
the poison disappears
As he disappears into the fog, forgiveness fills my soul.
I feel the love come back to me, my heart growing hundredfold.
As he disappears into the fog, I feel anxiety leave.
I feel an astounding sense of peace overflowing in me.
As he disappears into the fog, the bitterness is suddenly gone.
The joy and laughter I've now found makes the bitterness feel so wrong.
As he disappears into the fog, the goodness is overwhelming.
The kindness in my heart and soul has become so compelling.
As he disappears into the fog, by now he's traveled deep.
I feel the patience swell within as I lay it all at His feet.
As he disappears into the fog, the fog so thick and dense,
this self control I am now feeling is starting to make sense.
As he disappears into the fog, I pray he stays in there.
For him to come back to me is more than my soul can bear.
As he disappears into the fog, into the dark abyss,
I find comfort in knowing these gifts from Jesus will not go amiss.