As i consider, posterity and the multiverse
Of titular? Though my efforts be known as un-dignified, it observe at the very least they may become signified.'
undisclosed
& overblown
flickering
black
nocturnes
a
pervading
disposition
sensitively
expressed
a
vague
muddled
yet
trivial
picturesque
conquest
of
light
in
simplified
stylization
of
frozen
moods
abiding
For once in my whole life, I did see not;
What is wrong from the right angle of view,
But been just has really hasten my shot...
To get tough handling matters without clue.
Which saddened my heart afterwards to learn,
The other side of the point not researched...
Cum unjust conclusion felt off concern,
Yet succumb not to view insight perched.
With bumps, face romances fearful death's hand,
At reach jogging heart near the hole of time...
Where difference between minute and hour, sand
Eon's alacrity without fear behind crime.
But grace and shame don't pin merciful space,
Like how repentance and favour hack case.
If I watch you closely dose that make me insecure.
If you're longing for a lover maybe?
My love is to impure.
Impleaded fantasy's
I'm sick and you're the cure.
Materialistic lament,
hypercritical that's for sure.
Under a blanket of infidelity,
obscene and obscured.
hearts are devoured,
blood thirsty, and I want more.
A monster lives inside of me.
Indecisions and he not sure,
If I'm the cause of all his debility.
I refuse to feed him more.
A loss of all my faculties.
He is obscene and I'm obscured
From obscurity, strangers emerge like shadows of a forgotten dream at the break of day,
vanishing like old dangers, whispering stories on the street of dreaming flowers,
where each passerby becomes a ghost of light in the twilight hour,
some exchanging sweet words, like echoes of bells in the evening breeze.
By my porch, a blackbird sings summer symphonies in the cradle of eternity,
red berries like rubies rest in a bowl, green butterflies like emeralds flutter,
the heart of the day turns into a dance of shadows and light, a sway of dreams,
where thoughts float like silk clouds in the sky of an ancient fairy tale.
Passersby, ephemeral smiles, eyes like stars seeking wishes in the distance,
the scent of jasmine flows like a river of sweet memories through forgotten corners,
a pink hummingbird pauses like a colorful dream in a world of silence and mystery,
and a yellow balloon rises, carried by the wind that whispers the secrets of summer.
In the darkness of this world,
In the heart of the intense darkness
a conscious sun, God
stars hide - muffled,
in a blizzard of flurries -
the screams of owls echo
through a once silent wood.
wet snow settles - frozen tears
on the skeletal arms
where oaks and maples shiver
and birches bow - forsaken?
will they break before morning...
was hope held too tightly
and hugged beyond welcome?
perhaps there, under the
stratus coverlet, or
horizons born in a different wish
tomorrow's shattered tears
will melt warm...
just my luck
I find myself living
an entire lifetime
in a dimension
I don't exist in
I don’t need to be told what I’ve seen
whether it’s real or a sinister scheme
I need a world where I know the rules
which we call wise which we call fools
Where the lines in the sand are a lot less hazy
and people agree on who people call crazy
But the lines in the sand have gone every which way
from the truth of obscurity growing each day
We’re a nation of leaders who’ve lost their way
where all are consumed of crescendoing fray
skulking in darkness on weakness we prey
leaving in question what’s lighting our way
This dreariness some are beginning to feel
the mental fatigue of discerning what’s real
Confusion and chaos have run us aground
far from the winds in our sails we had found
I don’t need to be told what I’ve seen
but I fear what I’ve found that remains of the scene
folks with no compass no maps and no guide
colliding in wastelands of deepest divide
Where is the ground upon which we can stand
steady behind the lines drawn in the sand?
For what shall we fight still united as one?
For what shall we die when it’s all said and done?
~Jeannie Cronin
obscurity
Obscurant poems
Complicated word puzzles
Several meanings
Give poetry a bad name
For those who like clarity
Lepidoptera
Do you mean butterfly?
No, caterpillar
Or maybe a swimming style
Something of short duration.
Thank you very much
I shall treasure this always
Your profundity
But I fail to understand
The point of obscurity
Enlightened people!
Illuminists where they are... in the obscurity !
So, turn on the lights!
Can any fonder love myself endure
Than self-regard bestowed upon a name,
Or for the cause of unrelenting fame
Become a thing unpleasant to inure
Myself, I think it wise, I must demure,
And savor all the taste of dignity
If takes the pleasure from my liberty,
Then I shall suffer long to be obscure.
I struggle for the loss of all that’s me,
When ego flees in search of undue pride
And leaves an aching heart bereft with tears
While my emotions, hopes and dreams, do flee
Perhaps what’s left behind inside of me
Are nothing more than strains of devilish fears.
written December 7, 2021
No matter how intense, any light highlights in the obscurity
There is often
a tale of some
that would mean love
their poems went viral
yesternight, perhaps
a cat and rat were
busy eating that soup
till when a story is over
now, came a memory
of something missing
though seems like a dream
didn't transmit well through neck
and instead begs yellow colour
fading
what guess I would not
more dream such in a front
perhaps, now
waving away in enliven nightmares?.
Opaque figure in mist
Observed as cryptic form
Overtly shrouded vague
Owned nearness lost, wanders
Onward to enigma
Obscurity fogs mind
Obsessed yearning fades out.
April 6, 2021
Syllable count : 6 per line
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Contest : Pleiades O
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