Best Glare Poems
May we be saluted as we stand brave and tall.
For we do not smile into the face of danger, though we brace ready for the brawl.
What is that, that that I see, it's the
Dark Angel glaring down upon me.
Hold still my courage tightly grasped.
Guard it against my building weakness.
Surely my hedge stone of strength falls fast.
For with gaping mouth, my soul's aghast.
O guardian angles where art thou?
Of your essence, I do not see!
Upon you, I trust all that make me
The vivacious heroine I currently-be.
Yet, now I am fallen on bend-of-knee
With mounting weariness, my nerves grow thin.
Windows wide opened reveals stark fear within.
Take charge "my" icy stare frozen sickles brightly glare.
Of this moment of graved aware
Affixed to root a solid mass vital seconds now to pass.
Still no twitch or flick of "foot", all thoughts to flee, all thoughts last.
With outstretched hands grant me my honor.
Of restoring please do not ignore.
Return to me my pride and glory.
On this notion, I do implore.
Do not snatch the life within me.
Release my breathing so it flows free.
Of my name, you do not see.
On the list given unto thee.
Go thy way yonder time to come.
Here now living I’m not done.
~~~Preludes in the poem "Tones"
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/tones_1198731
the Crow looks at me....
perched atop sub-zero tree
glass between our thoughts
Dear the moon in sky
I recognize your beauty
I value your glare
Alas, I cannot reach you
As I have fear of flying
My face in these eyes;
Shining towards the sky all the time
My shape is a novel with thousands of chapters.
My hair is a forest of thoughts.
My eyes are decades of worry.
My lips are opened door.
My ears receive the howls of the wind.
My nose is a statue looking for lost spirit.
My body is too weak as Hercules was not,
My heart is arrested there searching for freedom.
My back is affected by the past as an ancient wall.
My hands are wings of bird have just escaped from a trap.
My feet are quickly driving me towards the future.
To nowhere I’m running without fixed level.
I’m sentient enough with my semblance.
***
My face on the mirror;
I watch a tidy man’s scene with many interpretations.
Have a gaze at; it is deep and brightening.
Realize the motivation:
What really goes on with this reflection?
There would be no disturbance;
Just give that white pen.
I will write about your beauty.
I would show some reality about this mood.
How mysterious are the man and I?
Do not take us with you in this heat time,
Do not push us inside your dreams.
You will see such dusk,
Due to the night is so dark.
And I’m just a night bird.
***
My face on the murmuring stream;
Wet and dry, it is alternative all the time.
Do you like this race?
All this vitality is carelessly being wiped away,
Looking forward the oblivious chair
Who has the key of stopping the tragedy?
It is forevermore, a simple destiny-
Not imagination but messy
It causes a bit horror inside the iron core.
What is beyond the mountains?
The needles in the smooth path are confusing the soul.
The soul is still running wild under lovely trees.
Trees are inside scary jungle.
Though, there is an exit.
I’m fixed in my way,
And I’m fixed in my way.
I saw it in dark mornings
And I let my friend to see
Its darkness lived in me
My friend cried and tried
But I kept behind darkness
I could see his tears burn
And I saw it again in me
I wanted to stop its glow
It grew so high that it seizes me
But with soft touch of desire it died
I thought it would end today
But it grew through dawn and twilight
My friend don’t let me die in darkness
Let me die in light to see stars shine
blazing yellow sun
rises between the white clouds
in a warmer day
2-13-2016
A scent of sulfer fights its way
across dusk's dessicated haze
sirens scream for their fill
working their double patriotic duty
on this dreadful day
I muscle another sip of my heritage
warming as the thin ice melts quickly
keeping all sorts of burns at bay
echos fill the sky as light rains
in amber waves of courage
where egos speak of freedom
and children are left to abscond
from the hollow resound
one more for the road warrior
unbeknownst tomorrow's pounding
will be at least twice as loud
You have the common serenity
to make me silent
and the glance to fool the moonlight eyes
on my face
Filled foolish and with love
so powerfully elite
that one will last a lfetime
and as I look back I think...
Two shall last forever
It seems
no matter the topic
Love's always
periscopic
pushing its little pink
nose
into a heart
purring its way
onto the surface
like sunlight nudging
a tropical sea
on the morning rise
Be them truth
or be them
momentary lies
love is a garden
of starry sighs
how we navigate
our dark
feeling chased
by a glare of day
For Moon Shines Down Despite Sun's Coming Glare
What could life ever give in its returns
within each new dawn's slow warming chambers-
more piles of white ash from hot fiery burns
sores nobody dares to remember?
Could Achilles deny his raging will
temper his ardor for war's greatest fame,
nay, no more than he could so, his weak heel
and his mother's deep love that was to blame!
Denied truth in love, red-burnt rose too fair
how bad should jaded, longing spirit react
For moon shines down despite sun's coming glare
as if each night's great glee is the first act.
R. J. Lindley
April 17th, 1977
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 120
Total # Words: 94
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In the haze
of lies and doubts
all that's glinting and prisming
with mythical, magical light
is lost, totally subsumed
in the glare of Truth that,
with cold, sober clarity,
illuminates everything
hidden there deep,
deep in the pith of you.
your greed or generosity,
your compassion or envy,
your rage or sympathy - -
must cast its own shadow,
be it noble or downright low.
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(a story in senryu stanzas)
I get migraines.
- lucky me - glare can set me
off within seconds.
I always have a
pair of dark, polarized shades
with me - it’s a quirk.
When I was fourteen,
we lived in Shenzhen, China
very near Macau.
Macau, China, the
“Las Vegas” of Asia, is
the home of glare.
The Ritz-Carlton, has
a glittering galaxy
of bright chandeliers.
Those chandeliers move,
their silhouettes change shape - just
stab me with a spork.
Did I mention the
Mirrors? Every wall served to
magnify the light.
“You look awful,” my
mom said - our two week booking
became ten minutes.
“I just need sunnies,
those would work,” *then I gasped*
“I’ll look glamorous!”
We changed hotels, but
what a small world - my roommate
Leong grew up there.
We could have passed in
the yè shì as teenagers
and now we're roommates.
.
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sunnies = sunglasses (UK slang)
yè shì = night market (simplified Chinese)
When I walk around the block
and it's half past eleven...
I think....
and think...
then I turn around
as fast as I can.
!
?
No one's there...
but there's a feeling...
a feeling of a hundred yellow eyes
peeking from the bushes just behind me,
and they are watching me...
every little step.
A stalker?
Rapist?
Is someone really after me?
Or have I embraced the art of being paranoid?
Quick glances behind me
only make me look suspicious.
I hear the unheard...
the footsteps of an invisible predator...
the breath of a wheezing Kidnapper...
Only to find that they are no where to be seen.
The deafening silence.
All the noise in the world
cannot cover up the sound.
Some will say that the crickets' music was perfect
but I say that it was only muffling the sounds of the "unheard"
As I reach the door...
I turn and stare at Darkness...
and Darkness glares back.
trees were rich in colour with autumn's glare
leaves falling slowly drifting in the air
visitors come to see the sight and stare
at the beautiful scene full of splendour
prepare a canvas use your skill compare
colourful hues you created to share
note the changes in seasons..... I declare
autumn is the best are you so aware
soon winters cloak of white helps to repair.
ready for spring's warmth and your rebirth there.
Penned 23/08/2016
The beginning is always the imagination
The thought been organized and layout into plans
For every single mind is a mental workshop
Where you can draw and forecast your wish
Success begins with fellows will
It all in the state of mind the mental workshop
Visualize the layout and actualize into the success
Tho! It such a wicked and difficult mountain to climb
If you think you are outclassed then you are
Be upright and sensitive in your dealings
Success is counted sweetest by those who near it
Get rid of depression worry and fear of unknown
Tell your subconscious success is mine
Let the determination roar extremely in your heart