Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
18th Nov 2022 1:02am
18th Nov 2022 1:02am
The Silent Goodbye
Dawn a muse that blooms on my curtains
magical hues through flowery gauze
this day two years ago
gauzy lights mixed misty eyes
the rant of disappointment
flowed through the shards
of unanswered prayers
the inner chant to wake up arise
fell on Lazarus deaf ears
you turned away
and left
the pain soothed with the shedding
of your tired ravaged body
you moved on into the happy glade
in your mountain with golden dusts
the essence of you
flawed no more
your spirit roam
like...
magical hues through flowery gauze
this day two years ago
gauzy lights mixed misty eyes
the rant of disappointment
flowed through the shards
of unanswered prayers
the inner chant to wake up arise
fell on Lazarus deaf ears
you turned away
and left
the pain soothed with the shedding
of your tired ravaged body
you moved on into the happy glade
in your mountain with golden dusts
the essence of you
flawed no more
your spirit roam
like...
#love
#memorial
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Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
31st Oct 2022 10:31pm
31st Oct 2022 10:31pm
Dusts Mists and Mirrors
Dear Gabe
I woke up this morning to the sounds of rain on my tin roof. It's too early in the morning to get up. So I lie here listening to the soothing sounds of the rain. It has been raining here every day. Monsoon again. I hope no one lose their homes through landslides and floods. Last year people were killed in landslides...sigh. Nature can be cruel.
I published our third book this year. Its all self published, you know. It's difficult to get a good publishing company in this part of the world. The book is a compilation of 12 stories based on the supernatural beliefs of our...
I woke up this morning to the sounds of rain on my tin roof. It's too early in the morning to get up. So I lie here listening to the soothing sounds of the rain. It has been raining here every day. Monsoon again. I hope no one lose their homes through landslides and floods. Last year people were killed in landslides...sigh. Nature can be cruel.
I published our third book this year. Its all self published, you know. It's difficult to get a good publishing company in this part of the world. The book is a compilation of 12 stories based on the supernatural beliefs of our...
#love
#memorial
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wallyroo92
Bumped 10th Oct 2022 6:59pm
9th Oct 2020 8:25am
9th Oct 2020 8:25am
Wicked Games
Twitch! The little girls would fidget and misbehave at random times,
Consumed by delusions, they started mentioning villager’s names,
Imagining faces and scenarios that appeared in their minds,
Unaware that they started playing some twisted wicked games.
Witch! The little girls would scream in horror, terror and fright,
And so, the Puritans swore they would fight against this blackness,
Creating a panic amidst adults in broad daylight,
As the town of Salem slowly descended into madness.
Afflicted! The little girls would claim they were...
Consumed by delusions, they started mentioning villager’s names,
Imagining faces and scenarios that appeared in their minds,
Unaware that they started playing some twisted wicked games.
Witch! The little girls would scream in horror, terror and fright,
And so, the Puritans swore they would fight against this blackness,
Creating a panic amidst adults in broad daylight,
As the town of Salem slowly descended into madness.
Afflicted! The little girls would claim they were...
#death
#Halloween
#memorial #witches
#memorial #witches
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8 Comments
Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
17th Sep 2022 9:42pm
17th Sep 2022 9:42pm
Meanders on moon rivers
A broken gramaphone
needle stuck
on dust grooves
abandoned on a shelf
never visited
except by passing ghosts
creaks of loose floorboards
dried over time
trod on by none
except for gently settling dusts
cobwebs catching shapes
settled delicate threads
Meandering within
boney fingers tracing
words on dusty canvas
poking remembrance awake
to stale sepia sunlight
I wept
memories' montage
bouquets of poems
dedicated
I wept.
...a break is not a...
needle stuck
on dust grooves
abandoned on a shelf
never visited
except by passing ghosts
creaks of loose floorboards
dried over time
trod on by none
except for gently settling dusts
cobwebs catching shapes
settled delicate threads
Meandering within
boney fingers tracing
words on dusty canvas
poking remembrance awake
to stale sepia sunlight
I wept
memories' montage
bouquets of poems
dedicated
I wept.
...a break is not a...
#love
#memorial
95 reads
4 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
8th Sep 2022 8:17pm
8th Sep 2022 8:17pm
Mm… Bowing Unto King Solomon (Queen Of Sheba’s Awaited Encounter)
A muscular utopia of pure endowed
Chiseled of reminisce from the scrolls of the Creator’s image
Molded in His perfection, His likeness
A blessed commodity as he stands in his own destiny
Devoid of his rib to have been conformed from thee
A weary pilgrimage to allow him to covet me with famished kisses to adorn my mouth
For thy love is greater than elixir drips of sweeten wine
Savoring of good emollients of doleful hands languish christening my supple skin
The name upon...
Chiseled of reminisce from the scrolls of the Creator’s image
Molded in His perfection, His likeness
A blessed commodity as he stands in his own destiny
Devoid of his rib to have been conformed from thee
A weary pilgrimage to allow him to covet me with famished kisses to adorn my mouth
For thy love is greater than elixir drips of sweeten wine
Savoring of good emollients of doleful hands languish christening my supple skin
The name upon...
#love
#death
#memorial
#admiration
#respect
266 reads
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
8th Sep 2022 7:46pm
8th Sep 2022 7:46pm
Queen B...
Queen B I bow unto the world for all to see
French Haitian Creole bloodlines defines royalty created within me
Sitting upon the throne of my wondrous melanin gifts
Kisses you dare to dream upon as you serenade the softness of my scarlet painted lips
Beguiling, as you glance upon the sashay of my curvaceous hips
Ancient rites, I seductively dance for you to commence the night
My soft orb touches, the ecstasy of my scepter, intoxicating asked in the veil of midnight
Sweeten honey drips from the sacredness of my alluring crown ...
French Haitian Creole bloodlines defines royalty created within me
Sitting upon the throne of my wondrous melanin gifts
Kisses you dare to dream upon as you serenade the softness of my scarlet painted lips
Beguiling, as you glance upon the sashay of my curvaceous hips
Ancient rites, I seductively dance for you to commence the night
My soft orb touches, the ecstasy of my scepter, intoxicating asked in the veil of midnight
Sweeten honey drips from the sacredness of my alluring crown ...
#grief
#death
#memorial #respect
#memorial #respect
275 reads
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
30th Aug 2022 9:40am
30th Aug 2022 9:40am
I walked in a graveyard
I walked in a graveyard and found
a stone secreted here,
behind this mound of earth
and branch of dying foliage,
the bush the Crypt Keeper.
And on it was written a name
I’d long since ceased to recognise.
‘Relation is it, eh?’ the old attendant said
to me. I turned to him, replied.
‘Relation, yes, but long since dead,
of course.’ The name on it was mine.
a stone secreted here,
behind this mound of earth
and branch of dying foliage,
the bush the Crypt Keeper.
And on it was written a name
I’d long since ceased to recognise.
‘Relation is it, eh?’ the old attendant said
to me. I turned to him, replied.
‘Relation, yes, but long since dead,
of course.’ The name on it was mine.
#death
#nature
#memorial #graveyard
#memorial #graveyard
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LtDansLegs
Jay.
Jay.
Poem Published
18th Aug 2022 6:52pm
18th Aug 2022 6:52pm
Garden of Graves
I tend a garden of graves.
Where death blooms brightly amidst
the blood soaked soil.
Their stems swaying to the screams
of the fallen.
Petals reaching to an eclipsed sun,
salvation never comes.
Until finally they lie stinking and
rotting in the earth.
They have tainted the fields of my mind.
Filth seeping into a heart’s
darkened chambers.
Beating to the rhythm of despair,
oh metronome of death and sorrow.
No poetry, just truth.
There is no rhyme to this sin.
A spiral staircase to insanity. ...
Where death blooms brightly amidst
the blood soaked soil.
Their stems swaying to the screams
of the fallen.
Petals reaching to an eclipsed sun,
salvation never comes.
Until finally they lie stinking and
rotting in the earth.
They have tainted the fields of my mind.
Filth seeping into a heart’s
darkened chambers.
Beating to the rhythm of despair,
oh metronome of death and sorrow.
No poetry, just truth.
There is no rhyme to this sin.
A spiral staircase to insanity. ...
#grief
#soldiers
#death #memorial
#death #memorial
218 reads
14 Comments
Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
17th Aug 2022 11:46pm
17th Aug 2022 11:46pm
The Colour Blue
Dear one
do you see the Blue
in your gold tinted mountain
do you see the skies
dappling shadows
on forest floors
dusts in eyes
Do you see ....
Without My Light
Blue was the morning
my grey mist among trees
rituals wrap tightly to arm and heart
as everyday dies without
There's a candle for You
burning in the empty
whimpering with plea
that will never give back
diamonds fall form to stream
such precious memories
trembling...
my breath never again the same
...
do you see the Blue
in your gold tinted mountain
do you see the skies
dappling shadows
on forest floors
dusts in eyes
Do you see ....
Without My Light
Blue was the morning
my grey mist among trees
rituals wrap tightly to arm and heart
as everyday dies without
There's a candle for You
burning in the empty
whimpering with plea
that will never give back
diamonds fall form to stream
such precious memories
trembling...
my breath never again the same
...
#love
#memorial
87 reads
2 Comments
JustKelvinMasilela
Poem Published
26th Jul 2022 10:17am
26th Jul 2022 10:17am
Memories (i)
Today is the day I lost you,
Minus ten years I started losing myself
And dedicated to a loss I wish I could speak of.
Memories fade but I still remember
The time and what you last said.
“Where are you going?”, but where did you go?
You were right there then you were.
I remember breaking down at school
Just glued on, to “it's my fault you got sick”.
You left, and I tried to keep it cool,
But sad thoughts caught up along the way,
I looked for possibility of you coming back,
But instead I discovered guilt lasting a decade. ...
Minus ten years I started losing myself
And dedicated to a loss I wish I could speak of.
Memories fade but I still remember
The time and what you last said.
“Where are you going?”, but where did you go?
You were right there then you were.
I remember breaking down at school
Just glued on, to “it's my fault you got sick”.
You left, and I tried to keep it cool,
But sad thoughts caught up along the way,
I looked for possibility of you coming back,
But instead I discovered guilt lasting a decade. ...
#grief
#death
#memorial #emotions
#memorial #emotions
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
9th Jul 2022 00:26am
9th Jul 2022 00:26am
All The Kings Horseman, All The Kings Men..
Dreams of the Prince and I
So passive and serene as Heaven and earth subconsciously collide
Vivid dreams can seem so real
Once our eyes are closed, some we can physically feel
I dreamed of hitting the lottery for a lot of money
To spread my wealth for all in the land of milk and honey
I dreamed I sailed the stormy seas
Tales of comfort to bring weary sailors to their knees
On the battleship I stretched my hand out
Thirst in Africa, water provided for their seasonal drought
I turned over in my slumber ...
So passive and serene as Heaven and earth subconsciously collide
Vivid dreams can seem so real
Once our eyes are closed, some we can physically feel
I dreamed of hitting the lottery for a lot of money
To spread my wealth for all in the land of milk and honey
I dreamed I sailed the stormy seas
Tales of comfort to bring weary sailors to their knees
On the battleship I stretched my hand out
Thirst in Africa, water provided for their seasonal drought
I turned over in my slumber ...
#grief
#memorial
265 reads
9 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
26th Jun 2022 3:34pm
26th Jun 2022 3:34pm
Sonnets...
So my thoughts have a final resting place
And poems are the common crypt
Where remnant psyche has some space
To linger after souls have dripped
Onto the compendium of time
Cased inside the hardcover safe
Of measured syllable and rhyme,
For coherency is as a waif
Still searching for a stable home
Much like a wayward angel flight
Lost over heaven's aerodrome,
Communing with the muse one night,
All on behalf of a mortal man
Just hoping for his verse to scan.
And poems are the common crypt
Where remnant psyche has some space
To linger after souls have dripped
Onto the compendium of time
Cased inside the hardcover safe
Of measured syllable and rhyme,
For coherency is as a waif
Still searching for a stable home
Much like a wayward angel flight
Lost over heaven's aerodrome,
Communing with the muse one night,
All on behalf of a mortal man
Just hoping for his verse to scan.
#narrative
#sonnet
#memorial
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