Lozzamus
Poem Published
13th Mar 2021 10:27pm
13th Mar 2021 10:27pm
The Bridge Above The City
The old railway bridge sits halfway up a hill,
No longer a train track, but a nature walk,
Nestled in between houses and shops,
With a garage in the arches below.
From the bridge, one can see the city sights,
The office blocks in the distance,
Hills and marshland further on.
The palace to the left.
The sun sets over the city,
Painting the sky a myriad of colours.
Shades of light that ebb away as evening falls,
Another sunset over the city.
No longer a train track, but a nature walk,
Nestled in between houses and shops,
With a garage in the arches below.
From the bridge, one can see the city sights,
The office blocks in the distance,
Hills and marshland further on.
The palace to the left.
The sun sets over the city,
Painting the sky a myriad of colours.
Shades of light that ebb away as evening falls,
Another sunset over the city.
#city
#night
#meditation
427 reads
10 Comments
poetOftragedy
Poem Published
1st Nov 2018 00:45am
1st Nov 2018 00:45am
a trip to the other side
#night
#shadows
#MentalHealth #nightmares
#MentalHealth #nightmares
579 reads
0 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 9:55pm
2nd Sep 2024 9:55pm
The Sound of Silence
It does not begin,
it does not end.
Never hear it start,
never hear it stop.
Ceaseless, present
at every moment.
This inner sound -
an object of sense.
With willpower we dominate,
breathing at our will.
Where we are subordinate
to the sound of silence.
An entity you cannot dominate,
but harness. No beginning,
no end, just present.
Our focus leading inwards.
it does not end.
Never hear it start,
never hear it stop.
Ceaseless, present
at every moment.
This inner sound -
an object of sense.
With willpower we dominate,
breathing at our will.
Where we are subordinate
to the sound of silence.
An entity you cannot dominate,
but harness. No beginning,
no end, just present.
Our focus leading inwards.
#dawn
#night
#spring
#summer
#winter
221 reads
3 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
20th Oct 2024 1:46am
20th Oct 2024 1:46am
silently
weeping aberration opens her big round eyes
drinking in the night
darkness is promising
should she slip into his light
the dark vows to cover her divergent mind
her thoughts wander aimlessly
purpose and focus a shelter
she weaves her haunting story with the fabric of time
time regards her she is becoming
her heart is giving
but an imperfect soul needs testing
altering her inflections she answers the night
the moon in her eyes is awe inspiring
twining orbs rotate together
silently she sheds her...
drinking in the night
darkness is promising
should she slip into his light
the dark vows to cover her divergent mind
her thoughts wander aimlessly
purpose and focus a shelter
she weaves her haunting story with the fabric of time
time regards her she is becoming
her heart is giving
but an imperfect soul needs testing
altering her inflections she answers the night
the moon in her eyes is awe inspiring
twining orbs rotate together
silently she sheds her...
#night
85 reads
2 Comments
Marks
Poem Published
9th Dec 2017 2:58pm
9th Dec 2017 2:58pm
A Far Halt
.. ...
Get a feel for the immensity of loneliness
Unveiling flows of neon lights
Just like a dark coastline along dimly lit cliffs
Get a feel for the immensity of obscurity
The hurting aesthetics of absence
Lifting shelters out of my soul
My journey is drawing to a close
Windows and doors, blinds and peepholes...
Magically spaced out among the shadows
I am a far halt
I am a far halt at a farther crossroad...
... within someone else's R.E.M.
... entering someone else's dreamscape
...
Get a feel for the immensity of loneliness
Unveiling flows of neon lights
Just like a dark coastline along dimly lit cliffs
Get a feel for the immensity of obscurity
The hurting aesthetics of absence
Lifting shelters out of my soul
My journey is drawing to a close
Windows and doors, blinds and peepholes...
Magically spaced out among the shadows
I am a far halt
I am a far halt at a farther crossroad...
... within someone else's R.E.M.
... entering someone else's dreamscape
...
#dreams
#night
#sleep
#nightmares
#SelfDiscovery
630 reads
1 Comment
3rdEYErising
Poem Published
16th Nov 2023 8:09pm
16th Nov 2023 8:09pm
Ashley Darque
I was respectful
Or at least so I thought
Maybe I caught him in a midlife crisis
Maybe he should not have
Referred to me as Isis
In his dreams
Silly him
Is it my fault that his wife
Was ear hustling while he slept?
Listened closely as he snitched on himself
While he crept along my back alley
Sighhhh..
I'm not much into victimhood politics
People make choices
Choices have consequences
He just needed put an 'H' on his back
And...
Or at least so I thought
Maybe I caught him in a midlife crisis
Maybe he should not have
Referred to me as Isis
In his dreams
Silly him
Is it my fault that his wife
Was ear hustling while he slept?
Listened closely as he snitched on himself
While he crept along my back alley
Sighhhh..
I'm not much into victimhood politics
People make choices
Choices have consequences
He just needed put an 'H' on his back
And...
#marriage
#sex
#betrayal
#dreams
#night
513 reads
10 Comments
Maple666
Poem Published
22nd Jul 2023 5:16pm
22nd Jul 2023 5:16pm
A Cup of Sugar .
Winter is the season we all borrow that cup of
sugar . It’s that extra duvet and fluffy pjs to
appease the body with sweetness to abate
the climatic change as the thermometer drops
to minus degrees . It’s steaming hot chocolate held in cupped hands with two spoonfuls of
glucose and fructose of sugar cane . It’s tucked you in kissed you goodnight under a woollen scarfed moonlight sky .
sugar . It’s that extra duvet and fluffy pjs to
appease the body with sweetness to abate
the climatic change as the thermometer drops
to minus degrees . It’s steaming hot chocolate held in cupped hands with two spoonfuls of
glucose and fructose of sugar cane . It’s tucked you in kissed you goodnight under a woollen scarfed moonlight sky .
#sky
#winter
#night
#nature
#snow
211 reads
9 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
20th Jan 2024 12:11pm
20th Jan 2024 12:11pm
For A Pool Party At Tina's
Lindsay rode up on her
Harley, changed into a
bikini and joined the rest
for a pool party at Tina's.
Harley, changed into a
bikini and joined the rest
for a pool party at Tina's.
#friendship
#home
#night
#fiction
#FreeVerse
123 reads
0 Comments
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