Vigil Poems - Poems about Vigil

ALREADY GONE

We did not notice at first—
the small rebellions of memory:
a forgotten kettle on the stove,
the absurd claim that Tuesday had vanished,
names reshuffled as if in a deck too often played.

The mind does not fall—it recedes,
a shoreline eroded not by storms
but by silent, persistent tides.
Each day an abrasive grain,
each night a hush over once-luminous thought.

She remained

The Poet's Vigil

In the quiet corners of his own mind,
he walks alone,
a poet whose pen drips with moonlight.

He counts the hours by the hum of his thoughts,
each one a lantern swinging in the wind.

A thinker —
he weighs the weight of names,
dreams of the laughter not yet born,
imagines a tiny hand curling around his own.

In solitude,
he builds worlds

waiting to see you again

i sit alone and wait to see you again,
eyes weary from my vigil.
neighbors' rustling reminds me
of the world passing by,
but nothing distracts me
from the prison of thought.
in my mind i am lonely,
in the crowd even lonelier.
but the color i see
in this stale black & white
is that of your eyes
miles away from me,
the blue sky under

THE WAKE WITOUT VIGIL

THE WAKE WITHOUT VIGIL
           

Time longer than rope
Chokes hearts dangling
In the reality of struggle:-

Grieving mothers and widows
Veil their grief in sagging bosoms
As they wail in excruciating silence:-

Fragments of men, void of hope,
View and count communal graves
Swelling with dirt burying the dead:-

(Buried are “The Wretched Of

Idyllic Retreat

In this charming retreat,
the silence of nature and hills talk to me,
whispers of forgotten tales in the breeze,
of hidden secrets of times bygone,
an era of luxury and grandeur,
where every stone holds a story untold.

In the marble statues and king-size portraits,
etched in elegance, they gaze through time,
their faces frozen in an eternal grace,
gripping the pulse of

THE WAKE WITHOUT VIGIL

Time longer than rope
Chokes hearts dangling
In the reality of struggle:-

Grieving mothers and widows
Veil their grief in sagging bosoms
As they wail in excruciating silence:-

Fragments of men, void of hope,
View and count communal graves
Swelling with dirt burying the dead:-

(Buried are “The Wretched Of The Earth”)

In the neap tides of sorrows,
Mourners wade the airy blood
Of the children of

Vigil

Through the curtain chink a ray
Shines across the darkened room
At the end of sunless day
Snow had fallen in the gloom 
Later on it will melt down
But the early snow is there
Is it warm, or cold in town
Can be either way, who cares
Clocks are ticking in the night
Time goes by, I'm sitting still 
Looking at the

Vigil for the Light

My life depends on utter defeat to this implacable foe.
Yet, my anguish contends to strike him a fatal blow.
He was born from my dream, to stand vigil for the light.
Now in confrontation, I am in awe of his might.

He is the watcher on the wall, the sentinel at the gate.
He is Atlas bearing heaven, the

The Vigil

Sitting death a corpse of times loss in drips

I'll wait, she said in eons voice while zealots rage

His source of pride lay as dust once adorned

Pendulums swing marking time dresses in rust

Her echo of words speaks in his minds hollow

Soon the decay will banish her to tumble

The bend of limbs absent flesh to move

The signs

Be Vigil

Today is here, tomorrow is never promised,
Yesterday is gone , but never forgotten. Things happen for a reason no matter the season.
All good things come to those who wait, never does it it hesitate. Green and blue, black and gray blessed to have another day.
So remember today, pray for tomorrow, learn from the past or

Vigil

falling all around, falling down, and knees
‘pon Autumn’s pile of shapeless
silence, waiting for news.

Keep Your Vigil, Whispers of Gray -

Keep your vigil, whispers of gray –
Speak of what I do understand.
Assault the evil glare of day;

It doesn’t speak for my heart –
Rather for the city made of stone
Which knows no bounds of hate.

On this day, I’ve fallen apart;
No love for the pieces that remain.
It offers no comfort.

Your neutrality fills me whole;
Share my haven with

Maintain Vigil

Soul learning goes on,
until ego’s shorn,
desires negated
and fears sedated.

Since we're now alive,
it means desires thrive,
suppressed but not dead,
still by our heart fed.

Let's not self-appraise
pastures where fears graze
within our body,
filled with thoughts shoddy.

Make mindful our eye,
lest later we sigh,
on life's gift wasted,
bliss never tasted.

28-October-2022

Vigil 1

Slowly  I am awakened to the echoing sound of  dripping into standing water within the confines of the cave.Water oozing through a miniscule aperture after last night's rain or condensation making its way down a stalagtite.

I can see through the opening to the east that the sun is coming to life.The sullen nights

Vigil Which Was Residual

there was a vigil
effect had been residual
Trump appeared regal

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