It all is going down
Why do you wanna wear the crown
Dusk is on the bat's wings
My heart in the dawn.
Desert and in the blue.
With no moon just stars.
Like you were always waiting for
Improperly furnished with words alike the proper onstage guffawed and remarked, slighted and sent ribbons for acts that blanket at dusk with the manuscript rack, heaving against the pages like a concubine the throes of these pages batches of wine, like those that are deleterious these are cursed the same but they struck from their pages, the unequal dim range.
Storm Within Me
Dusky clouds
Gather within me,
Blazing thunderbolts,
Where weird worries spin and bounce
Like storm gusts.
All such clouds
Will shortly dwindle,
Wild winds will soon wane,
New hopes and dreams will then bloom
With new sun.
Special treats under autumn's sky
Apple cider and pumpkin pie
And turkey roasted golden brown
Picturesque scenes all around
Gently falling autumn leaves
Dance on a melancholy eve
And color my mood in russet swirls
And paint silhouettes in dusky twirls
Leaves crunch beneath my feet
As lights flicker on in the street
Reflections of summer unfurl
As the wind blows leaves in a whirl
A season haunted by Halloween
Ghosts and goblins and monsters mean
An interlude before winter takes hold
Where snowflakes swirl in the cold
10-22-2021
Night's falling
Slow dance
And music's drifting out of doors
Under the stars the ocean roars
Whirl dip
Fragrance fest
Mellow moon
Scarlet sunset
Almost gone
And Mars can be seen above
In the season of the dove
Diamond stars
Pearl moon
Summer dance
Warm breeze
birdsong trees
A night of color and song
And the moments move slowly along
Laughter inside
Gay revelers
Dreamy days
Written on 1/3/2021
For: Trinet Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
I'm a dusky queen,
beauty surrounded
my little soul...
Attention to my face
gained easily
even from the strangers...
They stared at me
with theirs
shrunk eyes...
I wondered
at their meaningless attention;
I'm just a dusky queen.
Mirrors reflected
me as the night sky...
with some white spots.
My face was like
stars glittering on night sky,
dusky face with white spots...
I thought I was ugly,
I stayed behind;
Mom told, "you're a dusky queen."
I hated everyone
for their weird attention
just on my marks...
My cries faded my
mystery white spots...
I smiled back enthusiastically.
Mom told me
"You lost your stars
That's your unique look..."
My white spots
appears occasionally
to remind my old self.
I don't cry anymore
cause, just few white spots,
can't stop my growth.
I'm dusky queen
I'm always beautiful
In the way I am.
dark
uproot
sunnier
kindred oak trees
yield
gnarl
noble
an ageless
reverent yet
large
3/17/2019
excitement of streets
scrubbed by thundering rain - dark
tires on fragile glass
1/23/2019
Dusky lips
Silken pink flame
Flower, fondle, fulfill
Tipsy evening in the drizzling rain
Bouquets bloom
Yes I am dusky..
But Still I am beautiful..
Yes I am dusky..
But still I am confident and daring..
Yes usually people look upon me..
But still there are many who are proud of me..
Yes people differentiated..
But still many have seen my goodness..
Yes this attitude hurt me a lot..
But still today.. standing strong..
Yes..the question is still the same..
Being fair complexion a boon in the society..?
Are there some who see the inner soul instead of outer self?
Yes..there are some, not many!
But this will change.. smile emoticon smile emoticon
I am an aged dusky man,
like a bottle of Bordeaux wine,
The older am I,
The Stronger my tipsiness,
I am packed in old Jeroboam bottle;
May be in old filthy bottle,
Yet soul is fresh vigorous,
inebriating wine;
My soul is prisoner under cork,
Once is released,
gravity is at height;
Squirt my wetty aroma,
exhilarates all for fun;
My body may break or perish,
Even may leave me helpless,
Yet am Bordeaux wine, loved by all,
They all know, more the older am I,
More the tipsiness I have;
I am an aged dusky man,
like a bottle of Bordeaux wine;
© Sadashivan Nair.
Painted with magical hues
That glistening lake
Reflecting embellished sky
Time to take a break
Waiting for night’s veil
Chirping birds racing to perch
In my dusky dale
Irfana Ali bhat
Contest: Wonder of dusk in Seguidilla
29/09/2012
Dusk by the curving river caught
me unguarded only this once:
Wrapped around my core and spiraled
Upwards as I glimpsed the entwined
webbed crosses sifting sinking sun
like twinkling dewy light breathing
an evening song.
And as coffee colored canoes passed, I thought
of a parade I watched when a child,
contrasted only by the drummers’ beat.
Streams of colors
blended with the descending dark,
and the vision on the river lingers.
Relax and solitude from the chaos
A walk by the side with soul yours
Night sneaking out from day hours
Even the dull face gives no farce
A meeting of soul after being lost
Quietness lends beautiful talks
Life turns on such an easy walk
Momentous time, I am engrossed
Going back to the loved ones
After a day’s tedious run and run
No worries in mind but true fun
The dusk gives so much to learn
Shy wind blows over the face
Evaporating tensions far to gaze
Stars slowly twinkle at all place
Without expectations of grace
Hope of new rise stirs in heart
Past always taught to tear apart
Move on ever with joy and mirth
Forgive and forget the past
Name: Sneha Agarwal
Contest name: In 24 hours
Dark stones...........
Painted in dusky dark
Deepening hues
Deepening views
Dusky gold
Dusky dark
Dusky stone..........
We are not alone
Dusky stones,
gather on the shore
Dusky rock,
beginning to flock
Dark stones on a dark sea
Flocking on the shore
The colour night,
is what they wore,
or so it seemed to me
The quiet rippling,
of the dusky sea
Gold stippling,
of dusky sky
Would you agree?
This belongs to you and I?
This dark wet glistening
Quiet ripple of sea
Rock listening
This might be.........
You or me
Set on a dusky sea
Dusky rock,
beginning to flock
Dusky sky
Dusky gold,
passing by
For you and I,
are a dusky stone
For we are not alone
under gold dusky sky
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