Abandonment is
Vietnam veterans
greeting card.
A door stepped baby.
Windowless
city structures
after resident's
suburbanized.
And me
a Christmas tree
after you undecorate.
How can I try for the stars,
When I can't even afford to keep it bright?
How can I chase the moon through iron bars,
When dawn denies me even candlelight?
I dream of rings, of veils, of vows once said,
Yet pockets echo where gold ought to gleam.
The future sleeps on floors I’ve barely tread,
My hands still building scaffolds for a dream.
What gift have I but verses made of thread,
Woven from hopes too fragile to endure?
What altar stands for love the world calls dead,
When bread and rent leave nothing that feels sure?
Yet still, you smile—no coin could match that grace,
A richer man with less could take your place.
no night light needed
even the moon shuts her eyes
to enjoy darkness
ocean and sky blend together
painting the canvas with waves
and clouds forgetting stars
The moon could
devour
a sea full of stars
forever
Moon missing the stars tonight
Left alone in darkest night
In the air that wears with fright
Shape molded like broken light
Moon singing alone tonight
Swirling clouds jealous of right
Stars twinkling for Moon each night
'til twilight Moon waits with blight
darkness descends on
mountains, fireflies glitter, glow
illuminating
starless night, sparkling diamonds
on mother earth's tiara
March 10, 2022
"Fireflies - Tanka" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
FIRST PLACE
Brian Strand 1093 Poetry contest
FIRST PLACE
in the absence of stars
i am reminded
of my aloneness
as i stand
on the edge
of my dreams
it's in the silence
of these darkest nights
that i hear your whispers
falling softly around me
i curl myself
within the comfort
found within thoughts
as i drift
to sleep
once more
(trying to get my muse off the virus... with better thoughts)
i walk alone
the echo of footsteps
tapping back
to the beat of rain
as it falls pooled
with my tears
no stars
to catch my wishes
this darkened night
just flashes of light
beyond the hills
that tremble
with the roar
of thunder
i stop
at garden's edge
a lavender rose
beneath the bramble
struggles, petals closed
it hangs in the bleakness
as alone as i
no stars to wish upon
i walk, rose in hand
through the darkness
alone
I'm here tonight
to stand in the ache.
The ache of hollow,
the empty of the not
simply empty; rather,
the empty of the
recently full.
The silent ache of
missingness, of quiet.
Before the ghosts have
risen, before the
memorial stones are
set. Before the cards arrive.
Before the flowers
are vased to wilt.
I'm here tonight
to stand in the ache.
Of what so recently had
been.
Of who was.
I'm here tonight
to stand and weep
and shudder. I'm here
tonight because
you
are not.
hope
misplaced,
dark day dawns
tick-tock, tick-tock
date confirmed by lot
thirteenth day of twelfth month
revenge builds its own gallows
three-day night of anguished fasting
queen's hope rests upon her monarch's orb
Jews' annihilation - signed but not sealed
written July 22, 2016
for Kim Merryman's Etheree contest
you look upon the sky and seen a starless sky.
why does it feel so lonely within one room?
why does everything have to end in some point?
the moon looks lonely, as you sit.
you think to yourself. .
i am a moon in a starless sky..
where is my shinning star?
where...
where am i to be found?
To quell the anger of the earth's beating heart
Spiritually parched and bleeding torn, scars;
Yet still haunting visions of people apart
Rendering resplendent sights, skies with no stars.
The courageous lions roar hoping to mold
Opposites to magnetic attraction, bold;
Because they both become the same old pawns
Drawn in and diluted, welcomed as hell yawns.
"Accept the things I cannot change"
______________________________________
For: Nette's contest "Serenity Response"
By: Tim B
.
Black night starless plight
Guided internal radar
Shell glorious gift
Stars, remote and wondrous,
try to console another wretched soul...
not mine, that one which bore a tremendous loss;
and no song being sung by me would add to the tone!
My wine isn't as sweet as honey,
begone are those delightful nights of intimate embraces,
enhanced by wild and sensational kisses;
but spring, with all the dainty flowers,
withheld the true passion from me: to defy my reality...
vanishing quicker than shadows!
And gazing at a starless night with a lifeless breath,
a banishing doubt can bring on sadness...
watching no shooting stars cross the awesome Universe;
only reviving hope with some significant verse!
Why do you wait for morning, betrayed lover? Her fidelity
wasn't as infinite as your profound certainty!
Shallow and disillusioned...assuring no existence,
contemplating instant death to substitute incoherence...
to let a starless night empty itself of desire,
but combating a dubious feeling adds more to your dire!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
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