Short Encroaches Poems
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Cloudy Day
Unfulfilled Dreams
Shuttered soul
Twilight encroaches
Fading Hope
Eclipsed heart
Dark Night
Steady rain
Flooded spirit
the Dark encroaches
frightening fears
smothering heart beats
ending now
Deaths beginning
near
Final
-For Dr. Ram Mehta's "Septolet" contest.
Tim Bryant
In the land of Armenia, Christians face death each day
The Land of Azerbajan, encroaches and causes affray
A line of troops however hold, the opposing sides at bay
It suprised my mind to know (they are not from un or USA.'
Brightness fading
Time takes its toll
Green encroaches the outer shell
Putrid smells clouding heads
Weak and beaten
Lifeless and broken
Structure deteriorating
One last adventure
A final memory
Boxes waiting to be filled
A final resting place
It hides deep within us,
A stranger lurking behind a veil,
It emerges at will, seizing the moment,
We become mere puppets on strings.
It’s the night that encroaches upon the day,
A dusk that awakens its hidden elements.
December 27, 2024.
Is there a world where time ceases
And your scent encroaches on the stillness
between
its frames…
If time it be that counsels chills
to rail against the elegance of moonlight,
then time it is,
that sounds a wail when daylight hides…
and you don’t stay
Form:
Where she walked no flowers bloomed
her only company the waning moon
The buds withdrew and shook with fright
even trees dropped their leaves when she came into sight
And as this woman, on nature's privacy encroaches
the wildlife whispers “Lady Winter approaches”
Waltzing ‘mongst the redwoods she now meanders
Shyly smiling, candid in guileless virtue
Feeling carefree, gleeful, of threats unwary...
Progress encroaches.
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Sapphic Stanza Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
© 21st January 2019
The sun is up, heat unbearable,
He stands there rejected and miserable,
Slowly hope he loses,
as every potential buyer refuses.
His goods remain unsold,
His misery untold.
Swiftly the night approaches,
And his hunger encroaches.
He packs up and leaves,
Despite everything, he calmly sleeps...
Endings starting
Leaves are turning
Grass starts browning with
Furnaces burning.
Colder weather
As to focus,
Deeper feelings in
Shallow harvest.
Briskly, daunting
Haunting Spirits
Barren-halled reckonings as
Frost encroaches.
Verdure withered but
Perhaps a good Word;
forgotten pasts buried
In the stillness of the earth.
Assaulted by man and machine,
Intertwining branches of pristine woods
Form a brave barrier.
A paved path,
Line of demarcation,
Divides Nature from civilization.
The truce is uneasy;
The detritus of man
Encroaches upon the boundary.
Thus man defiles the very sanctuary
He spiritually needs,
Diminishing himself in the eyes of the gods.
Quiet vicissitudes on a lonely shore.
Memories fading with age as the family home crumbles.
It sits alone, abandoned, on it's now private island as the ocean continually encroaches with time.
Nothing left but photographs to prove to the world it was here as a storm crashes overhead.
With one final gulp a once happy home relinquishes itself to the watery abyss.
The sun kissed glow of summer
Slowly melts away like plastic
In blazing fire
And autumns rotting beauty
encroaches
Holding dismal promise
Of nothing but desolate, cold
silence
That will surely come with
Winters stinging sweet kiss
Devoid of life and colour
The seasons wither away
As the Reaper's shadow
Sweeps across the land
By Morgan Mise
Written February 4,2013
Blue ocean vistas
Rainforest encroaches down
Tree roots over stone
Vines reach, wind, twine and climb
Clutching trees that cradle them
Burleigh Heads beach path
Pandanus groves, mangroves
Strange variety
Spiky bushes, towering trees
Tiny flowers underfoot
Raggy paperbarks,
Log bridge, white sand, shallow creek
Invisible birds give song
Each day travel the same path
Only to find it diff’rent.
Net like fog covers crevices
Encroaches upon daylight
Delayed light waits to break horizon
Ending fog's gripping might
In the fog there is this sense of
Solitude entertained
As crickets chatter to their neighbor
And roosters' crows remain
A sense of peace settles and feeds
The spirit is nourished.
Quietness deepens a sense of worth
In stillness a spirit can flourish
Finis
In the absence of need
the chasm of difference encroaches
but love fires heed
True love can't be bought
yes, you can rent a lover, however
this is not the way life's lessons are taught
In each other's emotional struggle
we get to harry one another
black and white, colours, toggle
Remnants of native natures
grate our nerves yet grade the season
of true love, man and woman are from different cultures
I see the colours, black and red,
They speak to me, this is what they said:
I am fire, burning so bright.
I am wisdom, like the night.
I am birth, and I am death.
But neither one of us does contest.
For we are one, like sky and sun,
And we are separate, we’re undone.
The Phoenix rising like the moon,
Immortal being, it is immune.
Darkness encroaches all around,
But light shall always be found.
Boys will be boys, should we change our approaches?
It invades our society, infesting like cockroaches.
Is it something that we unfairly blame on our coaches?
Or should we instead stop this before it encroaches?
Is it time to call time on this self-destructive trait?
Something we excuse with ‘it’s only banter mate’.
Instead, should we consider our words and our deeds?
Humility, equity, kindness, what we need to succeed.
When i close my eyes to sleep
Will there be light in them tomorrow
When they close for evermore
Then no one will know my sorrow
As every day encroaches
My eyes grow more tired every day
When they close for evermore
Will i be around to see them say
When it happens will i realise
That daylight becomes eternal night
When they close for evermore
And when they do, will i regain my sight
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The amber leaves descend in swirling grace,
Beneath the skies that fade from blue to gray,
They dance upon the wind, a soft embrace,
As autumn steals the warmth of summer’s day.
The trees stand tall, though skies may weep and sway.
With every gust, the branches bow and tease,
Their whispered secrets carried on the breeze,
A fleeting glimpse of life as seasons blend.
The cold encroaches, yet the heart’s at ease,
For beauty lingers in the air they send.
Fond of the Koalas and scared of the roaches
She was shot to the land of Koalaroaches
First thing she could do
Bopeep peekaboo
Koalas said "hey buddies someone encroaches"
Land of Koalaroaches: Limerick
17 November 2014
It’s Siblings Day for those of us
Attached by blood to others,
Relationships important as
The ones to dads or mothers.
Our sibs may be supportive
And a key to our survival
Or possibly competitive,
The classic “sibling rival.”
We might be close while growing up
And drift as we get older
Or bond as age encroaches
And we seek a lean-on shoulder.
But whether we’re in contact
Or are lacking in affection,
Our circumstance of birth provides
A permanent connection.
somehow caught between the lines
of fantasy and of fact
a mind that wanders aimlessly
or has seriously gone off track
these shards of recognition
from these dreams that I replay
the angles blurred and twisted
still I long for the end of day
in fantasy you wait for me
your strong arms opened wide
a love that I can cling to
a place for me to hide
but dreams have a way of ending
when the sun rises in the east
and fantasy fades to memory
as the day encroaches on me
Her embedded dialect,
Savored
I become a speechless stanza,
Craving her conjugated inhales
Hopped up grins,
Engorge momentary lapse of pre-judgments
Grandfathered seconds pass my retinas with
3rd eye epiphanies,
As she encroaches my textured tomorrows
How do I fly upon this gifted morn
When her lily-coated grins placate my Gaia wings,
Without uncertainty’s scorn
How do I breathe new breaths,
When her articulated verbs
Conjugate my silence
…
©Drake J. Eszes