Ghostly, shadow on shadow;
Evening, draped in lace.
By Moon's loveliness, her own
Amplified is now.
Silent whose slipping by flow
Is cool to the touch.
Dear, feel you profaned, yelled through;
Peace to whom did vow!
Once when we were around
the sun setting and
the air getting thicker
she withers like a flower
with countless jokes
dedication
sorrow continues
where no one appears
there is a wave of pain
escape from the soul
another,
tear she shed
see it flying in
thousand crystals
stared in the mirror
no one looked back
but the echo was there
her pure spirit
deepened.
she was looking at a picture
partner or clone?
still not latching well enough
the lights flicker,
threw a cryptic smile
recognize daytime stasis
our daisy fondness
Our stiff season
Is it lightning?
"cupid set us on fire"
Hang & Lazy
handling devotion
riddles on the beach
no one felt
the edifice of our stance
once you thread out
I'm reasoning now
none of us are living
this content is new
Written: October 11, 2022
Consort of the seal
A crown dazzling and mighty
Your might casts a spell
Just like your beauty
No clever mind could tell
If your heart that I hail
Would be docile to dwell
Or be cruel to assail
October 1, 2022, 5:06 PM
My goodness, how old we both are.
You, my friend, have weathered better than I.
Sturdy legs, while mine are fragile; liable to betray me without warning.
Rat-atat-tat
I groan. The effort- for what? A wasted journey?
Salisbury cathedral hangs limp, a depiction of man's endeavours for redemption.
Below it, empty white windows.
Another knock.
Lethargy mutates into curiosity at the ripple in our harmony.
I caress your smooth, strong arms and shuffle forward.
But then again, no.
Sinking back; begone world.
I reach for my black tool and sink into your embrace.
Content just you and I.
cool dove over there
colorful big poet mind
consort and lovely
He who creates, preserves and destroys
To Him I am wedded.
The alliance fixed
Even before I am conceived.
At an age tender
When a girl’s friends are the dolls
All my dreams are rendered false
And my life torn asunder
The confines of the temple
Become my world
Hardships and toil
Are at me hurled
A day in a year
Is all that fate permits
Without any fear
For me to walk the streets
Then am the divine consort
Respected by all
The rest of the days
Men lurk to pounce and maul
I desire not
To be the consort of God
With a man of human flaws
Is all that I desire to abode…..
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.