Dim Poems

Hiku: shadows dance alone

as the s"u"n"l"i"g"h"t  d
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In the depths of the night, when the stars dim their light and dreams unfurl their wings

In the depths of the night, when the stars dim their light and dreams unfurl their wings,
I venture to the hidden realms of the soul, where nostalgia weaves its web,
Like a melancholic treasure gathered through the ages, in the cities of the faithless,
In the ghettos of silence, in the sunsets of the steppes, in the

Dim

Footsteps echo, whispers fade,
grief lingers where light once dwelled.
The earth sighs, arms stretched wide,
cradling silence, rocking pain and loss.

Memories fade

As Memories dim and fade
Past favours are forgotten

Ingratitude breeds envy and jealousy 
And promises of love till death 

Made under the heat of the moment 
Fade and are forgotten 

Emotions take flight under new guise
Beautiful memories of years past

Dim and diminish as cognitive health wanes
For Humans are just mere mortals

They have a beginning and a

Prospects Dim

        panoply of limbs

    matched to lifeless bodies grim

        ~ where Hamas has been 

Dim sum die-at

We bare of human; sic-ning'
Planned these decade long schemes?
Some mad-sters of eugenics 
In bid to cap our dynamics.'
All based on their (spatial distancing)
And murder as ever
Of conscious never
With extremisam
Of which I am no fan forever.!

The Baneful Sonnets Doom

Dark energy spreads ink across the universe, 
dripping scarlet liquid fated by black magic. 
As the wheels spin poets' necromantic verse,
dark energy spreads ink across the universe,  
and trumpeting angels’ mighty blasts rehearse.
The baneful sonnets doom driven by tragic.
Dark energy spreads ink across the universe,
dripping scarlet liquid fated by black magic.   

Dark

In the quiet hum of the cafe, beneath the dim, flickering lights

In the quiet hum of the café, beneath the dim, flickering lights,
The Poet sat, a relic of past ambitions, his soul adrift in the sea of his thoughts.
The Muse, with gentle and understanding eyes, brought him his coffee,
Her gaze, a fleeting touch of divinity amid the cold machinery of life.
Her kindness, a fragile thread in

Bright Light, Dim Light? DARK!

In the midst of the raging waves,
they watched her gulp the callous cunning darts.
Her crumbly heart cruelly impaled; the fate that enslaves.
So fondly she’d mask the marks.
Her soul would ache and bleed from life’s glaives.
She cried an ocean for redemption from a life perpetually stark.
In desperation, the rope ends it.

With stigma the chums looked in

In the mystery of the ancient altar, where shadows dance in dim lights

In the mystery of the ancient altar, where shadows dance in dim lights,
Rituals are symbolic acts, stories written in echoes and hopes,
They weave invisible threads between souls, bringing hearts together without words,
In a world where communion does not need the troubled voice of speech.
As the years pass, memories become incantations whispered softly,
Rituals are time's fabrics,

when the lights dim

When the light dims


The man in the lunch café drank 3 tall glasses of wine
he spoke loudly trying to draw attention to himself
not that I'm an expert, but he was, clearly divorced and
on holiday on his own.
After his meal, which he didn't eat much of
had coffee and a liqueur, not having anyone to talk to,

In The Dim Light Seen

In the dim light seen
The trees show a theme
A tree of a  human
With a high forehead
With a long nose
Fingertips to his lip
Saying be quiet
I'm trying to sleep

Raindrops on the windowpane
Many raindrops spread out
From the window to the ground
Raindrops from the sky
This is seen from the lamp post
Raindrops from the sky
Shining in the dim light
In

Just a - Haiku's

Just a  Haiku’s

You made me dumb drunk
I gave a  for your mind
It was just a 

Dim of mind you are
Thinking that a  is love
It was just a 

Paper bag o'er head
Is how I wished you to be
It was just a 

When I did  you
It was her face I did see
It was

dim-lit bars

In the dim-lit corners of forgotten bars,
Where smoke dances with fallen stars,
I nurse my whiskey, neat and strong,
Lost in a world gone wrong.

The jukebox hums a melancholy tune,
As I drown my sorrows, glass by glass, noon to noon.
The neon lights flicker, casting shadows on my face,
A weary poet, seeking solace in this desolate space.

The air

Nothing Can Dim the Light Which Shines From Within

No matter what the world may bring
No matter how the winds may sting
There is a light that burns within
A flame that never will rescind

It shines so bright, it fills the air
A beacon to guide those in despair
It sparkles like a diamond in the night
A luminescence, oh so bright

It cannot be dimmed by fear or pain
It

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