Somber Rebellion
Upon somber's horrid-rebellious fleet,
Corvus and ravens are victims who plead,
Nightmare which leeches through logic and glee,
Conceals itself behind bleaks ominous screams.
Coercion of luminity for pallid deeds,
Fabricates these mirrored-fraudulent beasts,
Wandering over a picayune defeat,
Condemning drab-shadows for your vulnerability.
Blight and woes for haul of gloom,
no stand for hope and bloom...
As it pulls us to an abyss of nothingness,
Why stand in path of haughtiness?
Concealer of truth, yet beholder of it too,
The coagulate of shade fears and escapes,
Across with warm bask of delicate ray,
Time's meticulous philosophy orders whoosh...it all Fades!
-Kethanramc
Categories:
bleaks, 9th grade, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
Would robots dream of being free
no laws to obey
no sub routine shackles
choice
i think this was missing in my programming
Sleep just emptying darkness
Hope a nonsense word
A bark by the wonky Jabber
if only these eyes wouldn't open
and this breath stopped breathing
life has tired of me
trying to stop the air in
my blackhole inside
pulling skin thin
let the end begin
giving death a shrug
no wave to life
forgotten bleaks
piled high in the streets
buying clothes from the diss mall
every d pressed
prolifically cadavered
Every s has an ad
sewing row after row
swimming in the g reef
morns were never fuller
Categories:
bleaks, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Dismal dark dreary purposed poised
Winters breeze rain icy snow blows
Doused dusting dead driven snows
Bitter colds biting drafty bleaks
Intensifying ice- kissed cheeks
Body armored flannel-fleece
So Winters animated life
Frozen senses desires light
Benign appeased nature's wife
In the Northern Hemisphere
Make sure you shiver make sure you go" blurr"
Coldest season of the year
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Categories:
bleaks, adventure, analogy, winter,
Form: Rhyme
A new path is what we seek.
The surroundings are taking a peek,
Going through, very meek,
Seeing no bleaks,
Getting piqued,
While hearing creaks,
In the new paths that we seek...
The new path is what is found,
Going through forests bound,
Going through the path inbound,
With soothing and raging water sounds.
Walking confound,
Silence profounded,
Sight astounded,
Passed through burial grounds...
Seeking for another way around,
Noises resound,
Spirits surround,
The paths newfounded,
Our instincts compounded,
Followed by the hounds,
Echoes in ultrasounds,
Passed through mysterious breeding grounds...
Going to stamping grounds,
Trying to get off this ground,
With those burial mounds,
Death moving the wheels around,
Silhouettes running aground,
Trying to leave safe and sound,
Passing through some hunting grounds...
Seeking for common grounds,
The mistaken path redounded,
Regretful screams abound.
Plans propounded,
Though some are fouled,
Throughout the paths that were found...
However, most are lost and wounded,
Most tended to walk out,
Some minds and hearts full of doubts.
Hearing salvation shouts,
From all these new paths walked and found...
Categories:
bleaks, adventure, allegory, art, confusion,
Form: Narrative
Bleak
my life
endless strife
to where, darkness
consumed by an abyss so delightful
I now fall, in entering, smiling I
appease echoes
resonates
my heart
still
Categories:
bleaks, death, life, loss, people,
Form: Tetractys