If our brains were constellations
My stars were spinning
Cloudier than the milky way
I saw you across the room
We danced
Not with but beside each other
Your galaxy is less muddled
Your stars form constellations
While mine lead to confusing conversations
Were not Romeo and Juliet
Our stars are not crossed
They sit beside each other in the sky
I’m desperate for mine to crash into yours
Making us some sort of a sun
Before we disappear into stardust
And fade
Categories:
cloudier, angel, beautiful, creation,
Form: Free verse
Before me sight I Halting Dump
And I need to over it jump.
If my zeal be crushed into powder,
You wouldn’t see a face prouder.
Just asking that you retain The Lamp
That makes A Champ of An Agreed Tramp;
A firm will gives one to start chasing
After what Life holds in its casing.
Three years back uploaded not a verse
And the picture now a sweet reverse;
What if I’d lost to The Tightening;
Last air suck in face whitening?
Troublesome corpse after interment,
Quarrelsome Grave of heard rude comment,
The sky causing to be cloudier,
Disorganized systems rowdier…
Poetry Soup: second to just Nobel!
Why should I care if others rebel?
Categories:
cloudier, celebration, desire, devotion, poems,
Form: Rhyme
September spells the end of the summer
Halloween decorations will soon appear,
The signs of cold weather are a bummer
September spells the end of the summer,
Appearance of a frost is not a newcomer
With few sunny days; cloudier and drear,
September spells the end of the summer
Halloween decorations will soon appear.
Written September 6, 2022
Categories:
cloudier, halloween, september, summer,
Form: Triolet
The eagle’s confident wings are ‘The why’
It does powerfully fly,
All the time, unimaginably high
Up in the cloudier, foggier sky,
Where humans don’t ply…
Between the straight and the sly.
The Eagle, though, comes down to die:
Perhaps, on some tree it’d kept an eye:
Like a baker fastened on his fast-selling pie
Or the ageing grey-haired on his dye
An undying tie.
Categories:
cloudier, animal, courage, hero,
Form: Rhyme
Cloudy overcast gray sky
Autumn canvas of blurred images ...
non-reflective, unchanging colors
melted to the mental frame
Down feathers from my wet pillow
tickle my brooding thoughts
Sadness turns to gladness
whenever I see apparitions appear on the cloth:
half-painted, unfinished pictures of me and you
Night visions of what it might have been like
growing old together —
two blossoms blooming each day anew
Turning restlessly, I see the adjacent empty pillow;
and the cloudy gray sky then continues to grow,
more cloudier than before
Those opaque memories get more blurry,
I can’t focus right anymore
Burning tears melting away all my pride,
letting you leave was the biggest mistake of my life
Darkened emotions ... overcast gray sky
I wished I hadn’t turned my back on you
when you were struggling not to say goodbye
Opaque memories
always keep the canvas from being dry
Categories:
cloudier, allusion, emotions, metaphor, sad
Form: Free verse
My emotions shift seamlessly,
as if they were water being poured from one glass to another.
One glass is anger and the other sadness.
Both of the glasses are dirty and coated with grime.
I can be full of anger at one second,
then my glass tilts, pours, and fills the next.
Sadness takes over as the cloudy water reaches the brim.
Wishing I could spill both over empty
Make it go away, I feel nothing
Smash them both to bits
I take a drink
The glasses constantly take turns filling each other
Dirt being knocked loose is transferred as well
The water gets cloudier and cloudier with each agonizing mood swing
I now reject happiness and see it for what it truly is
A temporary feeling, a tease as I see it.
Its almost a form of torture
I would trade this for physical pain any day
I’d rather be bleeding than feel like I’m drowning
Someone needs to come and kick these glasses over
Categories:
cloudier, absence, anger, crazy, emotions,
Form: Free verse