Best Wane Poems
The thunder crackled like a hound in pain,
And the air was filled with misty grains,
Some evil spirit had stepped on their gardens,
Breaking the flowers that died in wane
The people were lying in the bony arms of terror,
The sky was filled with screeching clatter,
There was no one to save the innocent cradles
They bled to death and their homes were shattered
The cherished land became a bleeding ground,
For those who were dead and those still abound,
They longed to see the flags of green,
But their cries of help were brutally drowned
Their eyes were shadowed with tears so red,
They couldn't look back and wouldn't move ahead,
The sky was screaming with thousands of souls
While their possessors were simply lying beneath dead
The smoky greys had turned them blue,
Their hopes had dashed and hearts became crude
The leaders ensured the safety of every ant,
Those promises and oaths, Were they all actually true?
They waited until their breaths were to last,
And then they heard yet another blast,
The bombs fall out of sky like droplets of rain,
The destruction spread like a drought over grass
The children mourned for those they lost,
And mothers and widows dropped tears as a cost-
For nothing they had done to harm someone else,
But the hearts of enemies were all but frost
The light of the day had become a mystery,
But then someone came for the sake of ancestry
They were aided and taken to a safer haven,
But bloodshed and war was still their history
A ray of hope were they trying to find,
A meaning of life, after their minds got blind,
They sowed the flowers again in their gardens,
To grow a more stable and civilized mankind
Categories:
wane, hope, war,
Form:
Rhyme
There once was a young Rufus, so the picture shows that story
Who approached life without fear, trusting all was hunky dory
But since he lived in high gear, some of his parts had worn out
Including his beautiful hair, that never more will sprout
It once was healthy and fair, as seen within that picture frame
Yet turned a tone of yellow, at the height of his fame
They wept when this fellow’s hair had turned that shade
Thus, all available girl’s went to church and prayed
Since they missed his green curls, which no other man had
Still, Rufus lived even faster, and never became a dad
Yielding in a disaster, when he looked upon his head
For his hair changed one more hue; that of the color red
Even though he changed shampoo, thinking that was the reason
That his once charming locks, changed like the fall season
And so just like the clocks, with hands spinning around
After three more weeks, his hair turned wholly brown
Though Rufus felt like a freak, his head now looking common
But today his head is smooth, after all his hair had fallen.
For Isaiah's Interlocking Rhyme Contest
Categories:
wane, autumn, hair,
Form:
Rhyme
Time Has Passed, Colors Are On The Wane
Time has passed, colors are on the wane,
Saddened smiles are dancing once again.
Youthful perfect days are now deceased,
Into dark midnights, aged and released.
Like shreds of colored glass they yet shine,
And cut softly into this heart of mine.
Like sad whimpers from a crying child,
Forever - Lost beauty, fading in the wild,
Or heartache pain refusing to mend,
Punishing dear life at its fading end.
The pity! Such splendid days never last,
As we endure yet more anguish from the past
For we need the end to hold all the more
Love and joy to even out sadder days of yore!
R.J. and Robert J. Lindley- a collaboration.
Note- This old sonnet , found late last night has
been about halfway re-written and retitled this morn.
Thus its the old me from 1975 and the much, much older me
from, November 2015. As such its a collaboration.....
Don't blame me, my muse insists!!
Categories:
wane, age, art, loss, old,
Form:
Sonnet
On countrysides animal scurry along, leaving footprints
In the carbonized material of this planet.
Channel surfing & empty ink pens,
Pepsi & wadded up candy wrappers
All over the house remannts of LIFE
Breathing all over us.
LIFE moves over us like a rapist in some dark room
We somehow forgot about
In the brightest hours;
It leaves footprints
In the carbonized material of this skin.
Passing through streets burning with loneliness & boredom;
Sometime I often wonder about the perplexity
All of it stains upon our memory.
Midst preposterous pink & turquoise blue color
Our LIFE begins to petal,
slightly bruised.
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Categories:
wane, life
Form:
A cosmic gulf of enormity besets thee,
as intellectual relevancy re-entry
splash down in a vast sea of ignorance
The empirical wherewithal to muse observe,
with keen, hydrogen-based acuity,
is nary an airy given oxygen insurance
Doth not the face of the southern sky
tans thy northern confidence?
Giving a crescent grimaced, eclipse grin perchance
Concealed thoughts art so hard to glean
in the constellation of troublous times
Orbital doubts waver on the lunar surface parlance
Pioneer tech eyes trail blaze sunset westward,
leaving an easterly wake of dawning Luddite uncertainty
Meteoric progress ever on a pagan retrograde dance
Neanderthals rule with nebulous, idol impunity —
cave men-tality motions on an elliptical path of descent
Lovers of cascading idiocy tales, comet tarry in an illiterate trance
Count the stars ...
notice the varying magnitudes of wisdom
Blind faith getting led by a Sirius cane
Gravitational scars ...
trust falling in arrears create a void schism
Enlightenment on a neural pulse wane
Celestial numbers shine unfathomable,
Mendeleev Geiger counters never stop clicking
Differing degrees of sage brightness at a Cassiopeia glance
Art thou Arcturus views aurora noble,
doth thy vow to seek knowledge require asking?
Galactic dark matter will arise from a stony heart romance
Categories:
wane, symbolism, truth, visionary, wisdom,
Form:
Tristich
Wild at heart, blind man plays with burning fire;
Allows bold passion to secure mind games;
Notice dance transcend the funeral pyre;
Excite rash action to favour proud name.
Weave odd tapestry with vain thoughts loudly;
One wholesome motion beyond graveyard shift;
Note clear feel and see urge and flow easy;
Dig deep emotion to fling form that lifts.
Experience each wave of feelings that surge;
Ride stormy seasons with attitude brave;
Include vision brave that follows sure urge;
Now is good reason for conflict that craves.
Go far beyond scope when the chips are down;
Sanguine moods greet hope when wane fractures frown.
Leon Enriquez
15 May 2014
Singapore
Categories:
wane, loss,
Form:
Sonnet
Waned moon's crescent child
hoping to
one day soon shine full
Full moon wanes
its light gentles dark night
Earth's children sleep
October 17, 2021
Lune (Mixed Pair) Poetry Contest
sponsored by William Kekaula
Second Place Trophy!
Categories:
wane, age, appreciation, child, destiny,
Form:
Haiku
At the core, the center
of the centrifugal truth
which twists us, compression
to splitting of seams
I wonder, in doubt
if you've ever been...
A nugget of golden
elaboration
layered in years of
compliance in dreams
teeth turned irrelevant dust in a crunch
It's obvious now that you grind
at the seams
on a nugget of truth covered eatable rust
as driftwood mirages to sea rivers gleam
Promises spider webbed into your veins
Liquid enigmas to breathe and refrain
Swirling in tangent, holding their own
I'm wondering now,
to watch and to wait
for the pivotal rise of emotion to wane...
Categories:
wane, people,
Form:
Free verse
In strengths aging wane
As joints ache with creaking pain
Lies a heart still and pensive
Beneath hands folded restive
And as thought ponders life
Against a calendar of love and strife
The eyes brim up with feelings weary
As vision fades in eyes so teary
But then as memory plays
Sepia thoughts of olden days
The heart smiles ever faintly
On moments blessed and seconds saintly
Of children playing loud
Screaming pleasure laughing shout
In back-yards’ blue splashed pools
Before routine and time and class and schools
But then as the memory embers fade
To grey ash and pre-dusk shade
The warmth of love still remains
The soothe the heart and aches and pains
Categories:
wane, age, childhood, life, love,
Form:
Rhyme
thousand butterflies
flutter around freedom gained ...
tender soothing sun
fragrant breeze enters
the weddings of lights and shades ...
uninvited guest?
buds smiling dancing
dream of their adolescence ...
aware of fading
dewdrops roll and fall
flower faces feel free for ...
buzzing honey bees
spring seems peeping through
windows of seasonal shifts ...
costumed to perform
11 February 2022
Categories:
wane, nature, winter,
Form:
Haiku
Ever positive, ever growing,
The emotions will keep flowing
The flit of a bird,
The sound that is heard,
The senses rejoice
Joined in one voice
One call, One chorus
heard throughout the forest.
As the summer comes to a close
Sitting there sunning in repose.
Marveling at life’s great changes
The things that it rearranges
The life that is wrought
from the battles that were fought.
The strike of the barb
The rend of the heart
The willing retort
The retreat to pillowed forts
But the strength from within
A new beginning to begin.
New heights to climb
A new time to shine.
Enjoy the life that is given
As that’s the one worth living.
Categories:
wane, grief,
Form:
Rhyme
If I must be plain
The popularity of a Train
Had begun to wane
And to skyrocket that of Plane
Airports sweeping lots of gain,
With little or no strain:
Billions of dollars in the main;
In case of Nigeria: Naira Rain:
A Lion complete with Kingly mane,
Though Air Disaster their combative bane.
Categories:
wane, age, analogy, appreciation, beauty,
Form:
Rhyme
I beheld a garden of flowers
That graces an awesome hill;
Thrilled that same hour
By the garden goddess of the hill.
She handles with poise,
And fights like a warrior;
With the melody of her voice,
She counters terror.
Behold the garden goddess!
Majestic as a chess Queen;
Elegant like an Empress
On throne of dazzling sheen.
Her realm is eternal!
Her pride like that of a Fane;
Her prowess is supernal!
Her fame shall never wane.
Dedicated to Temitope Fatoyinbo
Categories:
wane, angel, for her, garden,
Form:
Rhyme
when our life will wane
(How is that for W's?)
COVID will drive us insane
no longer here remain
This is the story of many lives sadly.
Categories:
wane, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Haiku
Impressed by its color I went to chase it,
Taking small steps towards the direction it flew.
Those white stripes on its wings seem to reflect the sun rays,
The yellow border on its body was the color of sun itself.
Wandering after some time, it sat on a blossom,
Without being noticed, I caught its wings between my fingers.
The color I admired most, now slowly started to wane,
In no time, a part of its color was on my finger, and it flew away.
Blaming myself for that act, I asked my dad why it happened?
Lifting me in his arms he said, "This is all the work of nature.
When we try to know someone and get close to them,
They are bound to show their true hue."
I held the hands that were lifting me, there was no color dwindling from him,
Maybe I was too naive to notice, he was his true self in front of me.
Categories:
wane, beautiful, butterfly, color, dad,
Form:
Free verse