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 lives feel free
Enraptured in each others arms as twilight fell.
As we lay amidst colored leaves that autumn day,
Those sweet memories still so vivid in my mind;
Your handsome face, your softest lips that I would find
When pressed against my lips caused me to pray.
Grateful, I thanked the Lord for serendipity.
That we would find each other in a world so great
And feel electric sparks at first glance to be fate
Two souls with similar affinity.
I thought that we would forever have binding ties.
You hid a fearsome temper you could not rein.
With my fear of violence I could not contain,
We sadly parted ways with heartbreakng goodbyes.
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.
9-18-18
Enclosed Rhyme - September, 2018 Poetry Contest
Sponsor Dear Heart~Fourth Place~
'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, he feigned a joyous disguise
Bodies joined, celestial and human
Festive auguries 'pon the forest floor
Skies aflame, trees canopied with lumen
Their world glows today, and forevermore
'Twas said to be just an immortal tale
but in June, astral light gleams in the vale
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 dusks
Whilst saffron sunsets
with electric quills of faith
release healing ink.
But can scribbles veil
fog of doubt, when astral signs
mislead the naive?
Is "trust" a lost star
waning in a labyrinth
of mourning roses?
and "hope" a myth of dreamers?
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 motion a repetitive beat
as one watches each struggled breath from a chest rest
before the next rise that never comes when bereft of life
wary through tear filled eyes at the crux of time
one watches the stillness of silence in the voids
through the facets of light refracting back
a multitude of hands checking for a pulse
as they note the very second life succumbed
a walk down the long passageway past rooms
with a thousand doors closed to your muffled screams
somehow arriving home as if guided perhaps by disbelief
with no recollection of how you even got there
yet you feel the same emptiness now as then
in the quickened pulse as memories open mind's doors
to the countless moments you can never forget
January 22, 2020
*in honor of what would have been my mom's 80th birthday this day, she passed at 55....
melding muses contest
sponsored by Craig Cornish
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.
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 N/A Again
Sponsor: Lu Loo
Entered June 14, 2019
*N/A'd*
Contest: May 2019 Premier 2, Any Form, Any Theme, Max of 5 Lines
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 at this world's hate
Fragments of hope flittering about in a ravenous brain,
can life ever give more than this human waste.
Then cold, silent house spoke with deafening moans
as cool breeze entered through a lustful window
I was stirred by this welcomed new gift,
but a brief moment and it vanished like a shy ghost.
Why, why does night send its invading powers
into a dream now broken apart,
can not dawn hurry its renewing rays,
its long overdue relief,
that warmth flowing through the air,
into an earthen realm desperate for a sweeter touch,
with its magnificent light to heal a soul waning in want?
What pray tell, does an angry moon want
a bow to its shine,
or an angry curse at its own basking vanities?
The Angry Moons Riposte
What is it that you seek, vain mortal ?
shall I absolve you of guilt,
or worse yet forgive your innocence ?
It is not the scorching sun that you ask,
for its radiance may reveal your pitiful failure.
It is not earth or wind or water that you ask,
for their power is greater than you know.
But it is at my hand that you seek what you seek,
so seek and speak plainly.
In the night when all is quiet
and you believe my eye to be dim as the hour,
seek and speak plainly.
If it is absolution that you seek, or forgiveness,
these I cannot give,
yet I would not even if I could.
If it is understanding that you seek,
I shall answer, and you shall forget,
or remember weakly or less.
Now hear this, vain mortal:
Your path is ruined at your own hand,
you are afflicted, for it is what you are worth.
windswept trees beautiful, longsuffering,
hopeful in Spring’s advancement ~
leaves of red and blue feathers
2/24/2019
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 be done
Afore one's dreamy dreams have begun.
In ethereal nightly gloaming
Lovers everywhere are out roaming
Beneath a magical starlit show
With a waning gibbous moon aglow.
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
icicles melting
tinkling breaking crystal sounds
purple crocus blooms
Copyright, October 3, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
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 6, 2015
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 I ventured and sought after
I cannot see, but I smell some flowers
Each one perfectly shown not to differ
I walk into the unknown before me
But comforted by desire, secretly
Russell Sivey
the waning moon
shadows of cat tails dance
to wind on water
Ask you men do ye yet ken still acting in the right?
Of better days and other ways
We faced each day and night
Whispered secrets of delight enchanted dreams of youth
Wisps of withered warps of worth
Without the ring of truth
Who owns it now? that treasured gem
That gleam of treasure lost
Is it yet hid from those and them
Who cannot weigh the cost
In years and weeks and days of time
In buckets flagons tuns
Will yet they whisper scheme, design
To take away our guns?
Mistake me not in normal ken
Who work for daily bread
Beware of theses dogooding men
Who preach of kids in need
Who speak of lofty aims and goals
and live in constant greed
The Welfare State
That Land of Hate
That spills of wants and needs
is grasping like a drowning man In water clogged with weeds
and as he pulls the worker down he brags of his good deeds
We know how much this action costs
In trillions of papered debt
But ask can we consider toll on souls of fools who bet
On future lives of yet un born to pay for all they steal
They'll pay you say in other ways in other days
Who counts? who weighs?
The cost
Of lost?