Waning Poems - Poems about Waning

Arrived alive departed dead and the same may be said of all who tread this weary world of ours less a milestone more a speed bump each Birthday I perceive and poetry is but one way to fill the waning hours for me ...

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Trapped in lycanthropic manic cycles, Flooding Water, Burning bibles. Bones reshape, skins unknown My flesh betrays what I know. Impaled on thoughts of dawn and dusk, I watch the clock with a mind I can’t trust, Each click with growing disdain, My eyes start to strain. Bound to Fear and Hunger my endless campaign The moonlights carved it’s path in bone, Forever imprisoned to...

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As Springtime hovers in the wings in early March, cold north winds rage. We’ll soon feel winter’s last cold blast; then Spring will thrive on center state. ...

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At start of darkening eventide The skyline brings lustre to one's eyes As sun is slipping away from sight The sky is a picturesque delight. Trees grace the illustrious sunset In serene, ebony silhouette Stately they are standing in tableau Against the radiant sunset show. Time to let one's negative thoughts blow Forgetting one's sorrows and their woe To complete tasks waiting to...

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My days and nights merge strangely into one The waning moon transforms to blazing sun, and time no longer means a single thing My sanity has flown on tempter's wing I see the world in muted shades of grey My words get tangled up each time I pray My thoughts are lost inside an endless maze I walk from room to room...

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Written: March 09, 2024 For Charlotte Puddifoot Contest ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ with serendipitous moans—ocean lulls ...

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Amid the worldly chaos And earthly blues Wanes my beloved muse Like the shattered clouds My thoughts dissolve But deep inside they echo To narrate the fables piled-up which have been swirling for a while, The suffocated words strive Awaiting the nimbus clouds to cascade down... For when the nimbus clouds gather The fierce thunder will boom And the words will drum aloud When the rain...

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When onyx skies bleed rhinestones etched in regrets, follow the silence; Unsung sonatas cradling watercolor spells woven with magic— from violet blaze, beneath mulberry gloaming, where dark poets rhyme. But when summer rain falls upon metal steel hearts in cashmere cadence, Listen to the breeze swirling sunflower secrets of forlorn fervor. Amidst lavender longings for pearlescent bliss on glistening vines. For even chained doves think in dulcet runes that glow, drawing moonlit...

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Dewdrops are falling The sky is calling I can hear The time is near With tick tick of every hand The particles of sand are trickling downward But I'm still a coward I don't wanna believe It's the time And I cannot leave  The life sublime The leaves are yellow But I don't wanna go When...

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As the sun waned, fading beyond the horizon's reach, We stood there, hearts chilled, awaiting darkness' breach. Uncertain, we pondered if a guiding light would appear, To lead us through the night, dispelling our fear. The sky painted in hues of dusky blue and gold, Whispering secrets untold, stories yet to unfold. In that moment, a yearning stirred deep within, For a...

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The moon was full but now it's waning. The sun is out yet it's steadily raining. The devil's beating his wife but she's not complaining....

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A waning moon frowns at the sunrise Conceals herself behind a passing cloud Wonders why she must be his reflection Sit silently behind his shining loud. A rising sun peeks o’er horizon’s beauty To catch a glimpse of loves reflected glow Searching through the stars forever glory His aura but a costume just for show. Their fingers but the touch of warmth and...

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You unfurl high over my head Nothing else stands to angst about Unless on a drying rack shed You unfurl high over my head Has lasted since waning throughout Joyful trumpet mouth double fed You unfurl high over my head Nothing else stands to angst about Written: October 04, 2022...

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Sun shines with souls Moon wanes for heaven Where is the upright bridge This poem is about the soul's journey in the afterlife according to Manichaean theology....

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those dueling branches giddy to impress the moon slow onslaught of night desperation fades to black a passive moment waning...

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