Webs Poems

In the depths of my soul, I weave webs of dreams, where silence whispers forgotten stories

In the depths of my soul, I weave webs of dreams, where silence whispers forgotten stories,
I try to sew the past with threads of stars, but you always find ways to my heart.
I see you clearly, even when the light of my eyelids fades, and the world slowly disappears,
For you live in the corners of

In the silence of the night, when stars weave their silver webs across the deep sky

In the silence of the night, when stars weave their silver webs across the deep sky,
my thoughts flow like a river of light, carrying with them echoes of memories,
words that were once just grains of sand in the desert of a forgotten silence,
refrains borrowed from old books, without the weight of a true soul.
They sounded

Trolls, Bots and Spidered Webs

Through false truth, the Rus reclaims hegemony,
Farming trolls to be enrolled,
'Neath bridges, clowns, see enemies, 
Puking riddles on those tolled.

Then the bots deliver the hurl,
Regurgitate into the net,
Till truth is common as a pearl,
Yet what you see is what you get.

Spidered webs entangle yonder,
The language largely modeled,
And artificial minds are left to ponder,
Which words are

In the depths of the night, when silence weaves webs of memories

In the depths of the night, when silence weaves webs of memories and stars slip across the sky like tears of a lost love,
Between two kisses that embrace a single dream unfolds a tale of blue and purple,
A stellar bird sings, a ballad of madness and forgetfulness,
Under the diffused light of a neon painting shadows

The Magic Of Fairies And Webs

She glows with focus,
a fairy who can truly see.  
a helium moon bathes
her, with bluey light.  
Quietly she stitches 
by a sky of amber- red tea.    
Silk spun messages echo
through the night.    
She sits and mends quietly, 
and fervently, until eternity
is out of sight. 

We are born into this time, ensnared by the woven webs of destiny

We are born into this time, ensnared by the woven webs of destiny,
And on the path of fate, without fear, we step toward the determined end.
There is no other way, only the duty to hold onto our lost position,
Without hope, without salvation, like that Roman soldier, found among the ruins,
His bones before the door in

In the labyrinth of time, we weave webs of hope from threads of light and shadows

In the labyrinth of time, we weave webs of hope from threads of light and shadows,
Wandering souls in the ocean of existence, clinging to dreams like life rafts,
We breathe the illusion of progress, an intoxicating air that fills our lungs with promises,
And every morning we wake up, once again, on the edge of the abyss

webs

too brief …

the garland on my brow
too deep, that tangled labyrinth
of epics, eternal
entwining my sinews
the dark, deceitful dew
sopping sun with
the parched lips of laurels …
whispering whims -
spinning them like sugar
into cottony lullabies
honey-sweet lies that drip their
sticky magic on all the
ears they sunder …
no thunder -
just wild wonder and
tender hopes of a breathy kiss
the deathly hiss

Webs

All seasons come with grace and not all fall for them with grace,
Nurturing all they preserve,
What makes them different from among themselves,

We all are like seasons,different in all ways,
But commonality makes us alike,
We all must prevail,
But prevalence breaks when we try to interchange,or break the lines,

Escapism is like a ball of lines,
One which I can

Safety Webs

when hearts, so old they turn gray
beneath the expressions of faded
tears, spun together through pains
meant to break – but instead
purify and cleanse, penetrate the depths
so doubt turns to faith, reckless to safe

Under the delicate veil of reality, unseen worlds weave webs of mystery

Under the delicate veil of reality, unseen worlds weave webs of mystery,
There, beneath the clear surface, lie extinguished universes, full of hidden stories.
I floated like a child in a dream, feeling the call of these distant realms,
With no proof in hand, just a deep premonition that magic and mystery walk hand in hand.
In the blue

Webs

Beautiful webs.

Spidery, and the spiders know everything.

Now they are cobbling cobwebs.

In a basement.

The basement is where there are sounds of leaking and creaking.

Sounds that are not meaningful.

Webbing that used to be like connections and ideas- 

That are not meaningful these days.

The webs waver a bit from the draft in this cold place.

The spiders died.

And spiders

Silken Webs

Spider rests on the faded web, content
Easy autumn, leaves crumbling into dust,
Pastel moon aglow, watches their descent.

Joy rises from every momentous gust,
Blessings flowing on gentle stardust skies,
Easy autumn, leaves crumbling into dust.

Amber and gold, chanting songs to chastise,
Some nights the heart reflects all the wonders,
Blessings flowing on gentle stardust skies.

Way up high there abides pulsing

Webs

too brief …

the garland on my brow
too deep, that tangled labyrinth
of epics, eternal
entwining my sinews
the dark, deceitful dew
sopping sun with
the parched lips of laurels …
whispering whims -
spinning them like sugar
into cottony lullabies
honey-sweet lies that drip their
sticky magic on all the
ears they sunder …
no thunder -
just wild wonder and
tender hopes of a breathy kiss
the deathly hiss

Bag of Spiders

With a bag of spiders collected for my science project
A fifth grader’s “Spiders Under The Influence” was the subject
Got the idea from a book on the study by a zoologist 
Shifting the time when spiders built their webs, his quest
The pattern of the orbs distorted, the greater the toxicity
I knew from reading that they were

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