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Contest: Light Up The Page Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Written: March 06, 2019
Categories:
lighted, writing,
Form:
Lanterne
struck by lighted rays
quivering ‘neath rotted sea....
destruction cometh
Categories:
lighted, nature
Form:
Haiku
Silently, silently, behind the bed stead of night,
Without any howling of moon,
Besides, walk along the clouds.
Walk silently, melt silently.
At the half- lighted pure hours of darkness.
If sun departs, night would not come,
Evening primroses open forever.
If twilight departs, sun would not come,
Nightmares shine forever.
I wish, the night is admirable,
I wish life ending moments with you,
I am afraid of death without you,
because, I do not know,
What has happened after death?
Without you, the winds are mischievous,
They come and ask me:
Create situate for me in your heart.
Why do not you come to me like them?
Oh! Listen to me, my life:
Yesterday, I did not sleep at night,
Ask me to come to you.
Place my head in your arms,
And sing a song for me.
Silently, silently, hug me for the last time,
Behind the bed stead of night,
Without any howling of moon,
Besides, walk along the clouds,
Walk silently, melt silently,
At the half- lighted pure hours of darkness
Categories:
lighted, loveme, night, me, night,
Form:
Rhyme
My heart burst into flaming love
Burning memories there forever
Your touch branded eternally on my spirit
I've breathed worthless air until you
Now I sit here missing you
Trapped within this mortal existence
This oxygen continuing my loneliness
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
Categories:
lighted, passion, sensual, word play,
Form:
Free verse
My heart burst into flaming love
Burning memories there forever
Your touch branded eternally on my spirit
I've breathed worthless air until you
Now I sit here missing you
Trapped within this mortal existence
This oxygen continuing my loneliness
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
Copyright © 2015 Robert William Gruhn
Categories:
lighted, passion, sexy,
Form:
Free verse
Was it real or was it of illness
Late at night in the city of Kansas
Throwing my weakened soul on my old bed
Suddenly I hear voices and a bell loudly rings
Everything drown into darkness
From nowhere my dead wife appeared
On two lighted clouds
And like if she had the sun in her arms
She holds me by my hand
Pulling me out of coldness
Flying me high away from my roots
I can see the city from beyond
To a warm place full of joys
She says : Here is no harm no more tears
Join me sleep on your lighted cloud
But ,again, I hear voices
I feel thunder and lightening storms
I wake up and look around
I see earthly light flashes
I hear them say be with us open your eyes
You had a heart attack and we thought you dead
Categories:
lighted, age, dream, for her,
Form:
Rhyme
Since birth we fear the darkness. We wear what it contains. We fear the shadows.
But what is dark without light? can we not have a shadow without a candle bright?
Darkness absence of light creates
Shadows our own form imitates
Don't fear absent illumination, give darkness a chance
don't run from your shadow but invite it to dance
Categories:
lighted, dance, dark, light,
Form:
From across the park I see the house,
Open windows spilling pools of light
Onto the wide wraparound porch.
As I walk nearer, I take a look inside.
On the walls, framed paintings
And a cluster of family photographs,
Over-stuffed furniture, a little worn,
Sleepy dog on a towel on the chair.
Through the side window I see
Shelves crammed with stacks of books,
A daybed, cluttered desk with a computer,
Drawing table, a rack of supplies.
Candles on the dining room table,
Mahogany and glass china closet,
Old fashioned sideboard with
A slightly tarnished silver tea service.
Upstairs, lights glow behind shades,
But in the kitchen a cheery brightness!
Someone moving, talking, carrying a plate
And laughing at some unknown joke!
What sort of people live in this house?
I think I know - comfortable, unpretentious
People, real, who live and love and care.
Heart full, I tread the steps up to my porch!
Categories:
lighted, family, love,
Form:
Free verse
December brings out the artist in me
When we decorate our Christmas tree
Spacing the lights out just so
Hanging bulbs that glisten and glow
It’s a masterpiece every year
Creating memories precious and dear
I love to sit and sip a cup of tea
Admiring the brilliant artistry
Scent of fir tree always reminds
This the season for joyous times
For goodwill and peace on earth
Celebrating our Saviors birth
Categories:
lighted, christmas, tree,
Form:
Couplet
My heart burst into a flame of love,
Burning romantic memories forever there.
Your touch was branded eternally onto my spirit;
I'd lived yet only breathed worthless air until you.
Now I sit here missing you,
Trapped within this mortal existence,
Wasting precious oxygen meant for those wishing to be here.
Damn, even trees probably wonder why I still hang around,
Sucking in atmosphere that only continues my loneliness.
Note: I wrote this piece during my grieving after losing the love of my life. Robert
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
Categories:
lighted, lost love, passion, romantic,
Form:
Free verse
Untamed ebony hair cascaded,
some swirled in sensual squall,
some laced the lattice of lust
on your ivory forehead canvas,
engraving the contours of charm,
configured the captivating last visage .
The dove eyes danced in the blue sea
on the melody waves of fervor,
the eyelids fluttered with butterfly
with image of your last dream on its wings,
floated in the folding air of yearning,
lest it drifted away in wilderness wind.
The crimson cheeks suffused to shine
with the radiance of blooming rose,
spread the seductive scent in zephyr,
caressing me with the touch of longing,
created the colors of glowing glamour,
put on your last portrait I painted.
The rose buds unfurled on luscious lips
with the lilac luster of sunburst dawn,
the mesmeric allure sparkled
like pearls of dew on petals of pink rose,
flashed the spark of your last smile,
lighting up the lone lane of my memory.
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January 29, 2023
For Brian Strand's Your Pick Contest
Categories:
lighted, analogy, beauty, memory, smile,
Form:
Free verse
Into the depths we carry on
We, the lighted souls
I to run a wooded way
You to make it whole
And when a wounded hand is mine
Shall you hold it dear?
It is yours to trace with light
Draw so ever near
Categories:
lighted, love, romance
Form:
Rhyme
Lighting and burning inside
As his breading frails,
A building and overflow
Drips through his face and nails.
The world has his flesh
Tied and lashed, still giving sweet exhales.
Shedding loved tears
As his crown is to bash.
But a light that goes
And awakens the few,
Yet kept and kept
Even in struggle with brother foes.
And just when a call
From questions face,
With a dim shine
And a fallen grace.
Humbled is asked, for roads
To nobler days.
In shadows a beaten man rises
To light paths, to untaken ways.
Categories:
lighted, father, hope, life, love,
Form:
Acrostic
Alone candle flame
Burning into the night
Burning deep in the heart
The endless dark
Waves of ink crash upon
This island of illuminated shores
Bleak hours of lost sorrow
Love nevermore
Wings of shadowed sparrow touch, not evermore
Emotions grow forever
Narrow
In a flame alone
In the darkness of its design, forevermore
Burning, burning bright fighting the night
Perched about the thin window sill
A beacon to the lost world
In tomorrow not all is quite not all is still
Sits the raven evermore
No one knows the shallow of will
Its flight driving the engines before
The raines far from the burning hot core
Before the storming of will
Longing for something to adore
To keep a light a candle
This island of lighted shore
A flame far far from the rains of night
Before it starts to wonder, wax, and wain
Tilting, flickering, dancing, dying
In the cold wind
Smoke arises
out
out
silent sentinel flame
a beacon of fire in their oblivion of night
Curling up
Breaking away
Dwindles this flame
The night smooth flawless hue rushes in
Endless as oceans
A presence near as a heartbeat
Gossamer as ink splashing against optics
Sorrow vast and black
A flame blazing burning out fast
the ebon dove cover thy eyes
With dark silky wings
As an alone candle flame
Burning into the night
Burning deep in the heart
Struggles against
the endless magnetic
enigmatic pragmatic night
Waves of ink crash upon
this island of gleaming shores.
Categories:
lighted, adventure, animal, art, books,
Form:
Rhyme
The white-lighted glow
Radiates above us
And below, billowing up
The management of faces,
And the eyes,
Showing us the other world,
It's dark deceit and naked, pure beam
In a voice and direction in a deep, deep dream.
In this clouded song might it show
This white, white, white-lighted glow
(And you will never know the words to your song or the origin of your Name.)
(But you will sing in hot-blooded declaration all the same.)
Categories:
lighted, adventure, faith, hope, song,
Form:
Free verse