Lambent
Lychee leaf lambent
lilac layered loadstone ledge
lachrymose lagoon
Maze
Milky moonlight maze
mystic marvel magnet moults
magic mother’s muse
Nomads
Nightingale nurtures
nonplussed nomads nestling near
nascent neon nooks
Let the Pens Flow - Alliteration Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Jenish Somadas
Date submitted - 26th July 2020
Alphabets in sequence - L,M,N
Categories:
moults, art, beautiful, birth, caregiving,
Form: Alliteration
They are many things
Defeat
Broken and decrepit
They flinch
The hefty earned the sky
It croons
That there is no beauty
Therefore there is no admiration
There is no inspiration
"There is only Reason"
They lament
But the land is not despaired
For it is but art
The sky sighs
The white extols
The sky moults a tear of its garden
The anew grows yet still groan
The sky scoffs
They do all but presently despair
For no despair is reaped in these lands
And no hope is sewn in these lands
Harmony
Dearest moon.
Categories:
moults, appreciation, beauty,
Form: Classicism
Home
Squirming through my skin,
moulting once again.
Roots flailing like rotting driftwood,
bashed upon the merciless shore.
Home awaits the weary traveller,
to comfort and offer solace.
No home awaits me,
mere bricks and scattered memories.
Lost in the folds of memory,
a withered identity beyond recall.
Home.
Long misplaced by the wayside,
forever gone, vanished in time.
Home.
As skin moults with dreary repetition.
No home, no place of solace.
For I left myself in a half-forgotten alley,
While I forever trawl for the way home.
Categories:
moults, childhood, home, hope, journey,
Form: I do not know?