Short Blackening Poems
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I, simply I, I spy:
Into the blackening skies,
a lone goose flies.
So Hum.
I, I, I, I...
Just this.
I am
Endlessness
Why did it always feel so devastating
As each new flame I was tenderly holding
Faded away before my heart blackening
From smoke and mirrors, while suffocating.
Clouds blackening
Lightning cracking
Thunder flashing
Wind blowing
Rain pounding
Gentle cleansing
Rain slowing
Wind fading
Thunder silencing
Lightning disappearing
Clouds dispersing
Hair falling off his scissors
Stopping the lengthening
But not the aging
Blackening hair with his dye
Stopping the whitening
But not the hair dropping
As the system of nature is
Irreversible
Burnt
ashen
ground
humid
dusty
quagmire
I rummaged in my hands
blackening fingertips
and felt peace
it was what was left
of her last letter
that had freed me of all
fetters.
Day
Bright, Sunny
Breaking, Appearing, Coming
Dawn, Morning, Cockcrow, Sunrise
Falling, Shadowing, Blackening
Dark, Dusky
Night
buildings
of steel and stones
sprout up like weeds
filling in oceans
cutting down
mountains and trees
shading bones
of past and present
blackening blue skies
and streams
as they take over now
and future
encouraging the flies
dots of gold embers
dancing between starlit sky
and blackening earth
can I be a torch bearer
to illumine the dark world
~Placed First~
March.11.2022
Firefly Tanka Poetry Contest
Sponsor- JCB Brul
Blackening the blankets of hardships persist
As my willingness to become more ideal
Seems to hear what my heart insists
Taking all that I wish to conceal
The words murmur an undesirable secret
Though still hiding within the lies that are needed to keep it.
If the sea becomes angry, head for land.
Sleep under a trampoline and driftwood hut.
Want becomes meaningless; paramount is need.
The North Star keeps the blackening sky aloft.
Gale force and rogues are on their night walk about.
God and sleep cannot come soon enough.
Anxiety's child
grows deep in me.
The seed of woe
and misery.
Impregnated
by my fears.
Embryo fed
by swallowed tears.
Yet I shall never
give her birth.
For she only
maintains her worth
by blackening
my heart and soul
and rendering
my life's blood
cold.
Fire falling from the sky.
Hitting earth.
Burning earth.
Blackening earth.
In a way purifying earth.
Purifying the wrongs.
Purifying the sins.
Purifying the hate.
Forgiving all that has occurred in the past.
All the senseless deaths.
All the useless violence.
All the things that have been done.
Look around at the golden hues
shades ever changing
now look at the world, with its
blackening brow
dying embers of autumn flame
darker days are looming
the deepening rain storms
throwing down opaque
minions, thump
thumping the ground
wetting parched lips of
impassive need
just trying to survive.
Form:
Roaming over the wheatfields
their joints a-cranking
insecticide fog blankets the air
Oklahoma dustbowl bleeds
Relics of a bygone day, all angles they move
ravaging fields and pests, pests and fields
wheels of progress a-churning away
blackening golden grain
~ pests' entree, noonday
As I take a sip of this so-called ‘cancer stick’
I feel my lungs blackening
I tilt my head back and exhale
The suffocating smoke turns into lovely ribbons
This soothing sensation only lasts for a moment, I am aware
When I end the life of this cigarette, stubbing it out
It will only be several handfuls of minutes
Before the lighter is summoned again
I am
Addicted.
These times of cringing discomfort contort my patience and test my love.
I descend and ascend upon baring the tears of bitterness.
The blackening innocence protrude rough edges of anxiety to which twinge and turn in the face of questions.
Pain like panic screams and cries around this frustration. Anxiety burns through this person consuming them with struggling hopelessness.
I learned a murmuration is
a flock of starlings whirling and
turning in the sky, changing
directions in a second,
flying back again, blackening
the sky in long sweeps until
for reasons man doesn’t know
the birds separate and fly away.
A different murmuration now
gathers on the sand and sends
dedicated men to new locations.
Berlin and Paris understand.
Donal Mahoney
Snapping cracking Box implodes on self, turning rapidly into an inferno
Smoke travels into eyes. I change chairs. Down wind was southwest
Now smoke is traveling due north Loud pop. Bright orange flames Flare up from twigs which are blackening and graying in a snake-skin type pattern. The fire is alive. I watch fascinated.
baby flames bright orange
springing up around gray ash
crackling and popping
THERE'S PEACE IN THE BRIGHTEN QUIET
Those are the facts of times of life
There are peace in the quiet
The darkness come at day
Those are the facts of times of life
Blackening the skies from blue to gray
Brilliants shades of hope lit up bright white
Those are the facts of times of life
There are peace in the quiet
12/18/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Triolet
BLACK RIND
The scorching sun can’t dilute it’s tone
The tears neither can wash the dark away
No cream does the blackening, it’s indigenous
Insects and flies pose no harm to the tar.
The colour that defines majesty and endurance
The complexion that holds the magic
The magic that pans deleterious effulgence
Being in forests, deserts, ice grounds……….,
The magic still remains
by Mashallo Samilo
*Fatalism*
Idiot politicians who believe in the belief
that there is nothing to do to prevent events from happening
or to take precautions to lessen the risks
have already attempted to create a world blackening
To tell the truth, in my country TURKIYE,
as a result of their NONSENSE religious beliefs
there are a great number of idiot politicians
like those mentioned in my poem
Dragon with words,
blazing poetic fire
from the stage.
Deep meanings
of things unknown,
unknown meanings
of her deep night.
Voice wailing
solemn dark eyes,
glaring,
staring past the crowd
to envision
the road she traveled.
Unfortunate that she
crashed so soon,
burning embers to ashes
blackening her soul,
scarring her
like track marks,
she never came back
the same.
The dragon with words,
was tamed.
Black fire was furtively raging
after the massacre of moon.
I still stood with feet of clay
to experiment with my lies.
Bare neck hanging, something
has to be done, to make a gift
for the sake of truth, walking alone
without an effort.
I suddenly realize the illusion
and fail miserably in a perverted manner,
make a mockery of the death trap
in a hospital of thumbs
down, to roll the carpet.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
Black fire was furtively raging
after the massacre of moon.
I still stood with feet of clay
to experiment with my lies.
Bare neck hanging, something
has to be done, to make a gift
for the sake of truth, walking alone
without an effort.
I suddenly realize the illusion
and fail miserably in a perverted manner,
make a mockery of the death trap
in a hospital of thumbs
down, to roll the carpet.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
growth, nature, rain, seasons, summer, word play,
MIGHTY SUNFLOWERS © TANKA
Sunflowers in fields
Bowing to the rising sun
Turning faced upwards
Withholding their mighty stocks
As all roots knit asunder!
growth, nature, rain, seasons, summer, word play,
HARVESTING © TANKA
Rain drops call from clouds
Wet the now blackening soil
New roots drink thirstily
Crops now grow from planted seedlings
Harvest 'feed' aplenty!