Caliginous Poems | Examples

We never fall

For many times we've been down,
Are we not still standing now?
At dawn we petition the divine,
Hoping for renascence into the sempiternal.

Be it luminous sun or caliginous night, neither is optional,
Then the sun kisses the mountains goodbye,
Reminding us how swiftly time flies.

If we sleep,
Will we see tomorrow?
The rising sun is never promised.
Yet with hope, we close our eyes,
Longing to see it kiss the dew,
Freeing the grass to stand tall with pride.

That is us, that will be us,
Falling like raindrops,
But we never fall,
We descend to silence the dust,
And rise again as petrichor.

We never fall, we transcend,
That's how life shapes us,
There we were, this is us,
and those will be us,
and with hope,
Here we are, still standing,
We never fall.

Yaldabaoth embellished in his shadows

Caliginous eyes
Fearsome face of sickly white
Lion-headed snake
Embellished in his shadows  
With flaming orange beneath

Eyes Like Yours Set All Apart

Set smoke, so sweet, so delicate
Something fuliginous, so intricate
Ocher bronze is all that I can see
You're beautiful, a dime to me
Spheres of the purist maple syrup
Sums them up; affectionately
Flowing through my heart, forever over my soul
Suspensions of golden medallions, never to control
Carob or chocolate cold never be
Subbed; for your lens looking at me
Caliginous, foreboding, but never forbidden
Like a chestnut mare; not broken, or ridden
My devotion is firmly planted, in your Earthly visions
You absolutely slay me with your warm decisions
Whimsical; they are made of fine mahogany
Eye's like yours set all apart; yet set me free

The Stars Tonight

Luminosity of the despondent star in the celestial land above
Had grown to be caliginous in nature 
Dwindled its crimson gleam

Dissolved into newfound restlessness, 
Parched, dark, waterless spring
Entreating for even a luster

Named a blessing buried underneath cloaks
The last cries of
A twinkle.

Flicker.

Closer To Fine

Darkness engulfs my lone soul, 
Like a big black gaping hole, 
Falling deeper and deeper, 
Like an unending creeper
Into the bottomless pit
Of dank depression, I quit, 
"I am fine", I answer all, 
But in dead despair, I crawl, 
Lost in labyrinthine mind, 
Elusive light, will I find? 
Doubts nag, fears overcome me, 
Tenebrous mirage, I see, 
Spiralling down to a chasm, 
Hope is a far off phantasm, 
Caliginous courage lost, 
This void feeling does exhaust, 
These clouds will soon pass, they say, 
Broken, on my knees, I pray, 
"Lord, lift me up, give me peace, 
Tantalizing turmoil cease"
Tears run down like a river, 
Peace enfolds as I shiver, 
Prayer answered, darkness gone, 
I spy the light of the dawn, 
Healed purely by grace divine, 
Now, I am closer to fine. 



16th February 2023

Nocture Surfer

The pink honeycomb provided a mysterious grace,
Warrior with a sloth-purse unclosed wound.

Sargassum, barefoot hollow woman,
As if such an object could meet my canonic sound.

Soak my feet in cool moist sand,
And juncture to the purple sunset over the sea-bound.

Slowpoke chucklehead hump and heave its swarm,
Create a hole in the caliginous maroon of the unfound.

Until she's done and back to the ocean,
I set and bout her unreal breath with the ground.

This sea a ford motor stimulates altitudinous,
It evokes in me how all designs breathe and drown.

Ocean waves are noisy
like the rain dexterously pours down.

Written: October 10, 2022

Dark Dreamy Dreams

 
I was down deep in a dark dreamy dream,
wandering a wispy, winding wilderness, where
sounds stabbed at an eerie secret silence;
with roars, rumbles and the rage of riotous birds,
in trees unseen and in branches of twisted tapestry.
When I heard with heartbreak mother's heavenly voice,
calling in the caliginous, obscure gloomy forest canopy;
it was my name and I searched with a narcotic need,
I ran wild, rampant and rapacious wailing WAIT.
Until, I was worn-out weary and woebegone;
I murmured and mumbled-  mother, mother . . . 
Then, sun blazed like a bath into my bedroom.

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March 23, 2018


Poetry/Allitertion/Dark Dreamy Dreams
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1484-459-23
All Rights Reserved, 2018, Constance La France

Written for the Standard contest, Alliteration Poem,
sponsor, Silent One, Judged 03/2018

Second Place

Submitted to the Standard contest, A Strand (1052)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 01/16/2022

First Place

Cycles

A cool caliginous
night
Crickets in their abode 
talking
A desolate street with no
lights
A doddering man
balking

Soon dusk kisses
dawn
Birds are out
chirping
The sun is shining and the curtain
of night has drawn
The exuberance of girls
playing

They Bring In Energy For Viewing

Tenebrous shadows flood the night,
as spirits arise from their graves,
the undead swarming spectral trees.
caliginous beings hungering,
nefarious, bits of decaying blight.
Among the mortals they will walk,
stench of putrescence pervades the air.
Maleficent entities invade the minds,
of those in high positions;
dining on human greed and power.
I cast the runes and read the fates
the future’s trapped within the bones;
and through a crystal ball I see
humanity succumbing to these throngs;
dinner for the beasts. 


1-11-2022
A Ghost Story Poetry Contest
Angela Tune

Along the Star Trail

Through the vast expanse of the sky
In the caliginous night
A lone bright star trailed along
Was it Sirius- the pole star
Navigating the sailors of the sea?
No, it started its journey 
From the Heaven’s imperial threshold
And through hindering clouds 
Made its way, shining bright
Its lambent rays dancing in glee
Making bright everything under the sky 

All starlets of the firmament cowered in shame
And hid in remote corners dark

This celestial light piloted the three wise kings
Who from the East had traveled a long way
To see infant Jesus, with gifts in their hands

Crossing hills and dells, moors and mounts
With the star travelling over their heads 
The magi reached Bethlehem 
Wherein beheld the Star of stars, the son of God
In the simplest of dwelling, in a stable

In this season when hundreds of stars shine
Here, there and in every house and spire
A humble prayer rises from our hearts 
‘Through Life’s weary highway as we pass
Let your light pilot us like a lighthouse
Ere we drown in a wind tossed sea’!

Her Lamentations

She dwells in a cavern,
a caliginous cavern built for her;
She knows no day~
ever since she dwelt there in.

Never known anyone 
except for the sullen silhouette 
that frequently visits her;
Never known any sound
except for the echoing dirge
that blends with her lamentations.

Her screams become sullen 
for no one hears her
except the dismal ebony walls
that surround her~
Her voice keeps echoing...
and echoing and echoing 
of her laborious  litany.

15 June 2021

All Yours (June 15) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
1st place

Ethereal Light

Ethereal Light
David J Walker

Lord
	Oh Lord
What a season for
Returning’s
What a lesson of 
Thanksgivings 

The air is thick with souls
With yearnings for Yang

Flying to meet the sun 
before the dawn
A  flash in azure flight
gone and
gone, Oh Lord
 into ethereal light 

shedding their clay bodies
Discarding the caliginous night

Poem Noir

Like many, I masqueraded in shades of urban gray.
I offered my love to the midnight neon angel.
I walked the caliginous streets alone and astray.
She remained distant, alluring, always disdainful.

I courted cynicism, resignation, and despair as my style.
I wore tilted fedoras in smoke-filled reeking bars.
I feigned culture and literacy, trying to look worthwhile.
I blush now, recalling my see-through shooting stars.

Like many, I was just a child renting a man’s body.
I impersonated adulthood with stylized gloom.
I thought maturity was an act, so mine was shoddy.
I donned trench coats, my affectation in any room.

My blinking street angel had seen it all before.
My love for her was simulation and nothing more.

'Dark Dreamy Dream'

 

I was down deep in a dark dreamy dream,
wandering a wispy, winding wilderness, where
sounds stabbed at an eerie secret silence;
with roars, rumbles and the rage of riotous birds,
in trees unseen and in branches of twisted tapestry.
When I heard with heartbreak a heavenly voice,
calling in the caliginous, obscure gloomy forest canopy;
it was my name and I searched with a narcotic need,
I ran wild, rampant and rapacious wailing WAIT.
Until, I was worn-out weary and woebegone;
I murmured and mumbled-  mother, mother . . . 
then, sun blazed like a bath into my bedroom.

A Lull

I lay me down in the land of a languorous lull,
A leisurely liaison laxing amidst the silenced still…
No weeping words wander upon the constructive canvas.

The day mourns the nebulous neglected nestled night,
Where the shadows sustain the seductive sorrows…
Condolences for a candlelight as it flickers to foreordination.

Where empty echoes escape through voiceless vapors,
A quiet quiescence quivers as it lies to its rendering riotous rest…
And a calamitous calm causes a chaotic caliginous collective.

A suspended soothe within the overlords of obstinate oblivions,
As tranquilized time is transported to a pensive purgatory prison…
I prepare for the heavens and hells that await my misled muse.



...there has been an anomaly in the space-time continuum...my muse has reached a lull...perhaps this verse will give it spark to ignite it to Super-Nova status lol...




Feb.12.2020
Pick-A-Title, Vol 14 - Tristich
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh

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