Waning Poems - Poems about Waning

Going, Going, Gone

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

The Waning Hour

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

Winter's Waning

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.

Waning Gibbous Moon Aglow

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

Waning Moon and Blazing Sun

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

Waning Twilight

Written: March 09, 2024 For Charlotte Puddifoot Contest

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with serendipitous moans—ocean lulls
               

Waning

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

Waning In a Labyrinth of Mourning Roses

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

Waning Days

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

Waning Sun

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

She's Not Complaining

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.

A Waning Moon

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

Waning Tune

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

Soul's Liberation

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.

Pensive Moment Waning

those dueling branches
giddy to impress the moon
slow onslaught of night

desperation fades to black
a passive moment waning

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