Best Waning Poems

My Waning Years

As my waning years return me to reverie
I dream about the days we spent with sylvan trees
As sunset casts its golden glow on canopies
And you and I thought our love would last eternally.

Love had us mesmerized under its magic spell 
Our youth's enchanted vision of what life would be
Innocent intentions that let our...

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'Twas the time of Summer solstice, they wed
Verdant leaves clung to trees; the month was June
Whispered troths of love, sacred vows were said
'fore fauna, rising sun and waning moon

Prince Largent was soon to be crowned as king
but Mekram, the wise, held grief in his eyes
He smiled with joy when Asha wore the ring
Though death neared,...

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When onyx skies bleed
rhinestones etched in regrets,
follow the silence;
Unsung sonatas
cradling watercolor spells
woven with magic—
from violet blaze, 
beneath mulberry gloaming,
where dark poets rhyme. 
But when summer rain
falls upon metal steel hearts
in cashmere cadence,
Listen to the breeze
swirling sunflower secrets
of forlorn fervor.
Amidst lavender
longings for pearlescent bliss
on glistening vines.
For even chained doves
think in dulcet runes that glow, 
drawing moonlit...

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this waning moon resembles a sliver of hope dimly lit
where the millesimal of memories of you descend over me
as i stand at your grave in remembrance this day

at the juncture of life as it's fading in the shadows of death
whereas a tear has more momentum than the pendulum
of the clock as it falters in slow...

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Where phantoms dwell in halls beyond recall
Bound to fate in cells of sanity’s fall 
Where souls were left to hunt their past
Cold, lost, bereft. A wasteland vast

Whence I will run, and seek through tombs,
Forget the sun as dark thunder looms.
She too dwells here, a child of strange charms.
Wounds to sear, bled out in late arms....

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In reflection on the ebb and flow -
it enchanted the moon to fall in love, but, the skin of the skies
wore bruised purple dyes from hardships of the day. Dawning tides
moved with poignant rhythm to a beating but bereft heart
swept out to a wept sea.


Susan Ashley
May 6, 2019


~ First Place ~
Contest: I Got A Darn...

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To Heal A Soul Waning In Want
 A collaboration with Lawrence Sharp
12th April 2019


To Heal A Soul Waning In Want

Man thus beseeches 

  Angry midnight moon spat at earth far below
  twinkling stars applauded then went dark
  time paused, its powers but a laughing blink
  as with eyes full of bitter...

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To Heal A Soul Waning In Want
A collaboration with Robert Lindley
12th April 2019

Man thus beseeches 

  Angry midnight moon spat at earth far below
  twinkling stars applauded then went dark
  time paused, its powers but a laughing blink
  as with eyes full of bitter ashes
  this soul woke to weep...

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windswept trees beautiful, longsuffering,
hopeful in Spring’s advancement ~
leaves of red and blue feathers

2/24/2019...

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At start of darkening eventide
The skyline brings lustre to one's eyes
As sun is slipping away from sight
The sky is a picturesque delight.

Trees grace the illustrious sunset
In serene, ebony silhouette
Stately they are standing in tableau 
Against the radiant sunset show.

Time to let one's negative thoughts blow 
Forgetting one's sorrows and their woe
To complete tasks waiting to...

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You unfurl high over my head
Nothing else stands to angst about
Unless on a drying rack shed
You unfurl high over my head
Has lasted since waning throughout
Joyful trumpet mouth double fed
You unfurl high over my head
Nothing else stands to angst about


Written: October 04, 2022...

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icicles melting
tinkling breaking crystal sounds
purple crocus blooms

Copyright, October 3, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson...

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And those were the times of our lives,
the late nights and restless dives...
Hope given one shot at a time,
a nickel a tale, a lie for a dime.

And those were our lives of the times,
a charade with partners in crime,
the fading of twilight's last beams
as we watch the waning of dreams...

© Brandon Watson and Roy Jerden
July...

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In the fact shifting, below my graces
The path is enlightening in the mist
Open to my senses, I hear nothing
Fog enhanced being walks and does resist

Beyond the shining white shroud, finitely
I see myself in the depths of darkness
Looking outward into the starry light
Surely peeking through the shores of progress

Stammering I bask in the blinding white
Other side...

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the waning moon
shadows of cat tails dance
to wind on water...

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