Phosphorous Poems | Examples

When the Sky Forgets Itself

The night unfolds like ink in water—
a cascade of darkness over the hills,
dripping slowly from the corners of the sky.

Above, a nebula pulses,
not with light,
but with memory—
a soft, aching breath of color
too distant to touch,
too alive to ignore.

The river winds in serpentine motions,
its skin moonlit,
its voice a lilt against the rocks.

In the reeds, something stirs—
the subtle slither of what does not wish to be known,
but cannot help being seen.

A myriad insects chant the language
of things that were never written down.

The moon—
that cold, familiar lunar sentinel—
hangs overhead like an old regret,
casting a pale, indifferent eye
over the ruins of our intentions.

Even the stones are glowing now,
faint and phosphorous,
as if remembering the sun
in the hush before dawn.

And somewhere—
somewhere beyond this moment—
the sky forgets itself,
and begins again.

STARRY NIGHT - Garden in the Sky

When eventide comes to enfold the light
Cerulean haze slither into the spiraling sky
While starlight speckled midnight's dainty face 
   'Neath the cascade of their aureolin glow 
The valley descends into slumber deep  
As lilting waves beguiled the crescent's beam
Selene's eyes delight in these astral blooms
Where dreams scaffold the myriad of stars
Forged in sleep by lunar fire
   They are leaves swirling in turbulent space
Phosphorous blood, dazzling through serpentine veins
Cradled along the night by interstellar dust
Cosmic heartbeats twinkling in the galaxy's esse
   Hark! A starry garden--the master's work of art

Eclipse Ritual

"Eclipse Ritual"

Beneath the lunar scowl, they gather—
figures draped in shadow’s breath.
A serpentine chant curls through the pines,
a hymn to summon sleep and death.

The flames burn cold, phosphorous white,
in bowls of bone and rusted gold.
Their whispers slither through the void,
retelling truths too dark to hold.

A cascade of ash rains from the trees,
as something stirs beneath the soil.
The ground forgets the taste of peace,
the roots begin their ancient toil.

Above them yawns the nebula,
a wound torn in the fabric high—
its bleeding lights, a myriad scream,
a signal writ across the sky.

The wind picks up a broken lilt,
the stars blink once, then disappear.
Whatever once was watching waits—
and now it knows you're here.

written by Tionna Robinson

Lifeline

A confluence formed by the little creeks
Like serpentine, it takes myriad twirls
Leaping down as cascade from the high peaks
Reaches the barren plains as rolling pearls

Flows with mesmerizing voices of lilt
Phosphorous lather as floating white clouds
Settles at the foot of hills with fine silt
Becomes a lifeline and the gift of crowds

Reflective brow of the crystalline lake
Shoots the image of lunar during night
Mistaken for a ripe fruit by the drake
Aims to slither towards it for a bite

Cascading Colors

A Kaleidoscope, my best toy!
Hours flew as new colors emerged,
A cascade of abstract-colored joy
Myriad patterns of colors surged.

Colorful glass in serpentine slides,
Slithered across an imagined sky.
Is there a lunar planet that hides,
in colored glass as time hurries by?

I pretended the colors were stars,
I could travel on one of my choice.
I would sing songs as we flew afar,
And I would smile, a lilt in my voice.

I wish I still knew that magic land,
and had the key to travel the sky.
Phosphorous nebula in my hand,
As colored glass stars and I flew by.

Ghost of Black Forest

Deep in Black Forest
lives a good-natured ghost
whose eyes are like Nebula
a blurry blue

He Slithers along
steeply falling terrain
where ravine-like dark valley
drops deadly low

Every Lunar night
near Cascading waters
He camps to sing by the grave
of his lost girl

Serpentine river
dragging along cold air
gushes forth Myriad rifts
roars with the ghost

All through the white night
he wails, whispers with Lilt
at dawn he disappears with
Phosphorous smile

Led by Dawn Bringer

*Phosphorous, Morning Star, has overcome
night’s stellar reign and its *lunar embrace.
Awakening, I can hear nature’s hum
while *myriad flowers are showing their grace.
They *lilt in a breeze that’s beckoning me.
I follow a path worn and *serpentine.
Across some long grass on my way I see
two garter snakes *slither; round rocks they twine,
but brief is my fright. I’m anxious to get
to the place Dawn Bringer has called me to,
a spot that I never have tired of yet.
Like a billion drops of radiant dew,
clear water tumbles down in a *cascade
and trees around me shine emerald jade.

Cool Waters

Cool waters casade over myriad
rocks. That serpentine creek which heads to sea
Voice lilts,, its charm draws me in period
Fears enters as I sit under the tree

Crescent moon rising gives off lunar light
There appears a phosphorous light green glow
Creatures who are naturally bright at night
Water ripples by, while soft breezes blow

Fear gives way to the beautiful set-up
By God's verdant earth, Lord of creation
Then creatures  slither  emptying my cup
A lizard, not a  nebular station

The negative ions should be soothing
A night visit seems to offer musings

A Starry Eyed Glistening Glide

A cascade of swirls curled in the sky.
Enveloping a host of ghostly nebula galaxies,
glowing like a myriad of phosphorous flares,
sent aloft to glisten in starry, starry eyes.

The moon was off 
the scene somewhere,
humming to itself, 
the haunting mantra lilt
of a lunar lullaby, 
only it knows can put a smile, 
on its pocked blotched face.

When the big bang boom goes off,
the moon will lift its head, 
rise to awaken half-faced, and glide through
the serpentine, entwining starry veils,
along the slither slide of the milky way.

Star Studded Night

Star Studded Night


Myriad stars like tiny jewels greet me
as I set up my telescope
a new moon was the current
Lunar cycle, no light to interfere
Ophiuchus the Serpentine constellation
Slithers across the sky trailing
Phosphorous dust in its wake
I train my scope on the pinwheel shaped
Andromeda constellation its spiral arms
reaching far out to space
the Helix Nebula comes into view 
its brilliant colors from a shrinking star
a Cascade of meteors from the Perseid shower
cap off my night with a glorious display
streaking across the dark sky.

Out Here, We Are Stars

Out here,
where time forgets its name
and distance wears no shoes,
a single atom dreams
of being seen.

A nebula breathes in slow creation—
a phosphorous wound
stitched by light,
spilling stars like secrets
never meant for mouths.

What lilt remains in the voice of the void?
Even silence has shape here—
serpentine,
a slither of ancient radiation
wrapping the bones of galaxies,
like a mother tucking in
what she cannot keep.

We call it space,
but it’s more:
a cascade of almosts,
of might-have-beens and never-weres,
falling endlessly
through a gravity
that remembers everything
but forgives nothing.

The lunar dust knows—
how soft it is to vanish,
how even your footprints
can outlive your breath.

And Earth, blue with burden,
floats like a question
we’ve stopped trying to answer—
spinning myths into maths,
naming fire with numbers,
hoping to out-code
the ache.

There is a myriad of ways to be alone.
But here,
in this tender, terrible expanse,
we are together
in our unknowing.

And maybe that
is enough
to make us stars.

Which is worse?

Babies beheaded?

Babies killed,

By phosphorous bombs?

A world without war

Take me to a safe haven,
without soldiers at borders.
Where human rights empower nationality.
No one judges on colour or creed,
nor which super power you follow.

In a world of sincere justice, 
where swords are only found in museums
and guns remain silent without bullets.
Where hearts beat without fear,
dancing to rhythms of love and peace.

No echoes of grenades, causing cries of pain,
only whispers of hope in a tranquil dawn.
Where discrimination dissolves and hatred halts.
In a society of unity, where all reside inclusively. 

Fields of green are not ruined by tank tracks,
where children laugh and play peacefully.
Streams of serenity are not polluted by white phosphorous.
Hospitals are not over flowing with casualties.

No armies march, no flags create division,
where people sing the same song in harmony.
All nations embrace without barriers,
as a symphony of serenity spreads in the air.

In a realm where differences are respected,
where aching hearts find ways to soothe.
Composing a universe of compassion,
where wars serve no purpose.
Creating a beautiful testament to humanity.

Ripple Blaze

Written: February 26, 2024
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Whilst an ivory sky, my mast ignite.
As tidal waves flicker in sparks that gleam.
Igneous scarlet pyres still blazing night.

The amber sparks hover in swooping sight.
Amid thunder, boisterous shivers scream.
Whilst an ivory sky, my mast ignite.

The limestone chunks resemble carved calcite.
With furnace flames in phosphorous agleam.
Igneous scarlet pyres still blazing night.

As I gaze upward, pitch and haze relight.
Steadfast, I plunge where evil spirits teem
Whilst an ivory sky, my mast ignite.

Rancid stench of the city stinks of blight.
Above lagoons, as muddy smog or steam.
Igneous scarlet pyres still blazing night.

A phoenix amidst the fire, set alight.
overhauled from ashen sidle, wings' dream
Whilst an ivory sky, my mast ignite.
Igneous scarlet pyres still blazing night.

Glorious Green

Blend of yellow and blue, it's a pickle and lime.
It is jealousy's hue and a plant in its prime.

It's an emerald, jade, and a lawn-covered yard
And St. Patrick's parade and an alien's card.

On a pond it is scum, in Wisconsin a bay.
It's a gardener's thumb and a soldier's beret.

It's a salad and spruce and a phosphorous glow, 
Part of teal and chartreuse, and a light saying go.

It is chlorophyll, dill, and a countenance ill,
Dollar bill in a till and Hibernian hill.

It is Anne's house of gables, a slime-covered wreck,
Jolly giant on labels, and Kermit and Shrek.

It is leprechauns, mold, inexperience, and tea.
It's the place putts are holed and a party and pea.

It's rebellious hair and a ghoul's ghastly teeth;
A pistachio, pear, and a Christmastime wreath. 

It is mint-flavored jelly, a jungle and bean.
It's viridian, Kelly, and olive--it's green!

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