Wane Poems | Examples

When Worries Wane

D-espite
A-ll
N-egative
I-mpacts,
E-xpect
L-ife's
A-scending

T-urn,
A-s
B-ad
L-uck
A-ims
T-o
E-vaporate

©bfa050125
Monocrostic (Birthday of Daniela Tablate)

Moon Waxes Lyrical

moon plays in phases
with its wax and wane cycle
from slack, lax and lame
to wanton wax lyrical
inspired lunar conundrum

Winter Wane

thousand butterflies 
flutter around freedom gained ...
tender soothing sun

fragrant breeze enters 
the weddings of lights and shades ...
uninvited guest?

buds smiling dancing
dream of their adolescence ...
aware of fading

dewdrops roll and fall
flower faces feel free for ...
buzzing honey bees

spring seems peeping through
windows of seasonal shifts ...
costumed to perform


11 February 2022

When Our Life Will Wane

when our life will wane
(How is that for W's?)
COVID will drive us insane
no longer here remain

This is the story of many lives sadly.

Train and Plane

If I must be plain
The popularity of a Train
Had begun to wane
And to skyrocket that of Plane
Airports sweeping lots of gain,
With little or no strain:
Billions of dollars in the main;
In case of Nigeria: Naira Rain:
A Lion complete with Kingly mane,
Though Air Disaster their combative bane.

Moon

Waned moon's crescent child
              hoping to
    one day soon shine full

       Full moon wanes
 its light gentles dark night
     Earth's children sleep

October 17, 2021
Lune (Mixed Pair) Poetry Contest
sponsored by William Kekaula
Second Place Trophy!

Color of Butterfly

Impressed by its color I went to chase it,
Taking small steps towards the direction it flew.

Those white stripes on its wings seem to reflect the sun rays,
The yellow border on its body was the color of sun itself.
Wandering after some time, it sat on a blossom,
Without being noticed, I caught its wings between my fingers.

The color I admired most, now slowly started to wane,
In no time, a part of its color was on my finger, and it flew away.

Blaming myself for that act, I asked my dad why it happened?
Lifting me in his arms he said, "This is all the work of nature.
When we try to know someone and get close to them,
They are bound to show their true hue."
I held the hands that were lifting me, there was no color dwindling from him,
Maybe I was too naive to notice, he was his true self in front of me.

A Garden Goddess

I beheld a garden of flowers
That graces an awesome hill;
Thrilled that same hour
By the garden goddess of the hill.

She handles with poise, 
And fights like a warrior;
With the melody of her voice,
She counters terror.
 
Behold the garden goddess!
Majestic as a chess Queen;
Elegant like an Empress
On throne of dazzling sheen.

Her realm is eternal!
Her pride like that of a Fane;
Her prowess is supernal!
Her fame shall never wane.


Dedicated to Temitope Fatoyinbo

Wax and Wane

Ever positive, ever growing,
The emotions will keep flowing
The flit of a bird,
The sound that is heard,
The senses rejoice
Joined in one voice
One call, One chorus
heard throughout the forest.
As the summer comes to a close 
Sitting there sunning in repose.
Marveling at life’s great changes 
The things that it rearranges
The life that is wrought
from the battles that were fought.
The strike of the barb
The rend of the heart
The willing retort
The retreat to pillowed forts
But the strength from within 
A new beginning to begin.
New heights to climb
A new time to shine.
Enjoy the life that is given
As that’s the one worth living.

Time Has Passed, Colors Are On the Wane

Time Has Passed, Colors Are On The Wane


Time has passed, colors are on the wane,
Saddened smiles are dancing once again.
Youthful perfect days are now deceased,
Into dark midnights, aged and released.
Like shreds of colored glass they yet shine,
And cut softly into this heart of mine.

Like sad whimpers from a crying child,
Forever - Lost beauty, fading in the wild,
Or heartache pain refusing to mend,
Punishing dear life at its fading end.
The pity! Such splendid days never last,
As we endure yet more anguish from the past
For we need the end to hold all the more
Love and joy to even out sadder days of yore!

R.J. and Robert J. Lindley- a collaboration.

Note- This old sonnet , found late last night has 
been about halfway re-written and retitled this morn. 
Thus its the old me from 1975 and the much, much older me
from, November 2015. As such its a collaboration.....
Don't blame me, my muse insists!!

His Mane Didst Wane

There once was a young Rufus, so the picture shows that story

Who approached life without fear, trusting all was hunky dory

But since he lived in high gear, some of his parts had worn out

Including his beautiful hair, that never more will sprout

It once was healthy and fair, as seen within that picture frame

Yet turned a tone of yellow, at the height of his fame

They wept when this fellow’s hair had turned that shade

Thus, all available girl’s went to church and prayed

Since they missed his green curls, which no other man had

Still, Rufus lived even faster, and never became a dad

Yielding in a disaster, when he looked upon his head

For his hair changed one more hue; that of the color red

Even though he changed shampoo, thinking that was the reason

That his once charming locks, changed like the fall season

And so just like the clocks, with hands spinning around

After three more weeks, his hair turned wholly brown

Though Rufus felt like a freak, his head now looking common

But today his head is smooth, after all his hair had fallen.

For Isaiah's Interlocking Rhyme Contest

In Strength's Ageing Wane

In strengths aging wane
As joints ache with creaking pain
Lies a heart still and pensive
Beneath hands folded restive
	
And as thought ponders life
Against a calendar of love and strife
The eyes brim up with feelings weary
As vision fades in eyes so teary

But then as memory plays
Sepia thoughts of olden days
The heart smiles ever faintly
On moments blessed and seconds saintly

Of children playing loud
Screaming pleasure laughing shout
In back-yards’ blue splashed pools
Before routine and time and class and schools

But then as the memory embers fade
To grey ash and pre-dusk shade
The warmth of love still remains
The soothe the heart and aches and pains

Wane

Wild at heart, blind man plays with burning fire;
Allows bold passion to secure mind games;
Notice dance transcend the funeral pyre;
Excite rash action to favour proud name.
Weave odd tapestry with vain thoughts loudly;
One wholesome motion beyond graveyard shift;
Note clear feel and see urge and flow easy;
Dig deep emotion to fling form that lifts.
Experience each wave of feelings that surge;
Ride stormy seasons with attitude brave;
Include vision brave that follows sure urge;
Now is good reason for conflict that craves.
Go far beyond scope when the chips are down;
Sanguine moods greet hope when wane fractures frown.


Leon Enriquez
15 May 2014
Singapore

As Life Begins To Wane

On countrysides animal scurry along, leaving footprints

In the carbonized material of this planet.

Channel surfing & empty ink pens,

Pepsi & wadded up candy wrappers

All over the house remannts of LIFE

Breathing all over us.

 

LIFE moves over us like a rapist in some dark room 

We somehow forgot about

In the brightest hours;

It leaves footprints

In the carbonized material of this skin.

 

Passing through streets burning with loneliness & boredom;

Sometime I often wonder about the perplexity

All of it stains upon our memory.

 

Midst preposterous pink & turquoise blue color

Our LIFE begins to petal,

slightly bruised.

 

-------------

Emotion To Wane

At the core, the center
of the centrifugal truth
which twists us, compression
to splitting of seams
I wonder, in doubt
if you've ever been...
A nugget of golden
elaboration
layered in years of
compliance in dreams
teeth turned irrelevant dust in a crunch
It's obvious now that you grind
at the seams
on a nugget of truth covered eatable rust
as driftwood mirages to sea rivers gleam
Promises spider webbed into your veins
Liquid enigmas to breathe and refrain
Swirling in tangent, holding their own
I'm wondering now,
to watch and to wait
for the pivotal rise of emotion to wane...

• Short Wane Poems
• Famous Wane Poems
• Best Wane Poems
• Read Wane Poems
• Long Wane Poems
• Wane Quotes