MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 9:35am
5th Mar 2025 9:35am
Nitid Together
I'd like to fly a mylar kite
of argent spar and silken string
in lunar zenith moonbeam flight
and watch its tinsel tail fling
a scintillation here and there
upon a clear and breezy night
of scintillation friendly air
astir in angel wing delight.
And by such a heaven as this
hearts would sigh in midsummer bliss
or seek another balmy kiss
in some romantic genesis...
where rekindled honeymoon love,
might scintillate...more than above!
of argent spar and silken string
in lunar zenith moonbeam flight
and watch its tinsel tail fling
a scintillation here and there
upon a clear and breezy night
of scintillation friendly air
astir in angel wing delight.
And by such a heaven as this
hearts would sigh in midsummer bliss
or seek another balmy kiss
in some romantic genesis...
where rekindled honeymoon love,
might scintillate...more than above!
#marriage
#moon
#sky #wind
#sky #wind
108 reads
14 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 00:39am
5th Mar 2025 00:39am
Sights Aloft
Fourth I Marched today, for the freshest air,
into the blue, white, and gray intermix
blasting transpiration through my hair
as Zephyr got his atmospheric kicks
step by obstreperous step to the fore,
as a proud Zephyr won't blow in reverse
to mark some bootless barometric score
in the fluxion dynamic universe
where inspiration is the first to flow...
...in myriad crepuscularities...
perceived as a most ethereal show
in thermic air current disparities,
as uplifting to a vernal feather...
as the forthwith march of...
into the blue, white, and gray intermix
blasting transpiration through my hair
as Zephyr got his atmospheric kicks
step by obstreperous step to the fore,
as a proud Zephyr won't blow in reverse
to mark some bootless barometric score
in the fluxion dynamic universe
where inspiration is the first to flow...
...in myriad crepuscularities...
perceived as a most ethereal show
in thermic air current disparities,
as uplifting to a vernal feather...
as the forthwith march of...
#clouds
#sky
#wind
121 reads
6 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 1:59pm
3rd Mar 2025 1:59pm
Under the moon light
Here I am as I am in a place of pure calmness and tranquility, with the quiteness of the moon reflection, upon the peaceful waters, as they flow so peacefully up stream. For sure it's here and now I feel the tension leaving my mind, and heart and spiritual subconsciousness of my soul. As it eliminates to the point there's no hurt and no pain, only the deepness of being replaced by the sounds of the quiet waters, drifting with the winds of time. For even as I feel this great sensation, I begin to inhale and exhale out the negativity, from my subconscious of my deepest thoughts of healing,...
#clouds
#countryside
#nature
#river
#sky
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 10:02pm
22nd Feb 2025 10:02pm
In the afternoon of dawn
They say that it's in the afternoon dawn as the sun goes down, that we have peace and harmony, as we exchange our thoughts and prayers with nature as our back drop with peace. For even as I sit here looking out at world around me, I wonder how much the world has been changed, by its own demise with nothing but corruption and deception. As they lie with an straight face as they gas light you without the light bulb.💡 But yet here we are in the environment of nature, with it's mountains and streams. Surrounded by the clouds and open skies, just sitting here in quiet space of a cave...
#clouds
#mountains
#nature
#sky
#StreamOfConsciousness
51 reads
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Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
20th Feb 2025 6:08pm
20th Feb 2025 6:08pm
I Don't See a Rainbow
The sun is up and it blinds my sight.
With
all this snow.
A flashbang grenade went off.
As my eyes water and recoil in pain.
At the brilliance of the light.
I am bathed in blindness.
Glaring on the horizon.
The oppressive omnipresent light.
That binds me to walk blindly.
I'm praying for dirt, something to break up the glare.
Of the sun reflected from the ground.
Directly into my eyes with a luminescent halo.
It's refracted.
Yet I don't see a rainbow.
I just lurch along the road.
With
all this snow.
A flashbang grenade went off.
As my eyes water and recoil in pain.
At the brilliance of the light.
I am bathed in blindness.
Glaring on the horizon.
The oppressive omnipresent light.
That binds me to walk blindly.
I'm praying for dirt, something to break up the glare.
Of the sun reflected from the ground.
Directly into my eyes with a luminescent halo.
It's refracted.
Yet I don't see a rainbow.
I just lurch along the road.
#sky
25 reads
0 Comments
Hashman
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 9:09pm
2nd Jan 2025 9:09pm
HERE
Beauty in the sky
the feel of the earth
love of the ocean
together we are
together we can
feel the right
feel the good
Beauty in you
Beauty in me
Beauty in us
we,you,me
it's all here
right now
today
the feel of the earth
love of the ocean
together we are
together we can
feel the right
feel the good
Beauty in you
Beauty in me
Beauty in us
we,you,me
it's all here
right now
today
#earth
#sky
#water
67 reads
4 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 6:18am
2nd Jan 2025 6:18am
Hellfire and Black Thunder
Above the field where flames do writhe
The heavens roar in tempest's might
A baleful wrath, both fierce and blithe
Cleave the shroud of endless night
The embers dance as a frenzied choir
As tongues of hell their torches raise
While thunder's drum, a voice of ire
Resounds across the starless haze
Charred expanse, a scarred domain
Lies drenched in hues of molten red
Where shadow’s kin and ash remain
In solemn pact with the dread overhead
No mortal eye such sights may bear
Nor soul endure the vengeful gale ...
The heavens roar in tempest's might
A baleful wrath, both fierce and blithe
Cleave the shroud of endless night
The embers dance as a frenzied choir
As tongues of hell their torches raise
While thunder's drum, a voice of ire
Resounds across the starless haze
Charred expanse, a scarred domain
Lies drenched in hues of molten red
Where shadow’s kin and ash remain
In solemn pact with the dread overhead
No mortal eye such sights may bear
Nor soul endure the vengeful gale ...
#dark
#fire
#night
#shadows
#sky
94 reads
4 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 5:14am
29th Dec 2024 5:14am
Feathering the Nest
Feathering the nest
Before I set off in search of
Food for the babies
Sing my song in a sing song
Man cutting the grass
Hears us in the trees
Chirping and fluttering
His flute is his whistle
Sets down and tunes up
Beauty in Nature
Feels like we have the keys to the kingdom
Blades of grass are sliced down
While a cardinal with a red hood
Sings a song calling to nature
Man picks up what they’re singing
Calls it off in a sing song
Hear some babies chirping
Waiting...
Before I set off in search of
Food for the babies
Sing my song in a sing song
Man cutting the grass
Hears us in the trees
Chirping and fluttering
His flute is his whistle
Sets down and tunes up
Beauty in Nature
Feels like we have the keys to the kingdom
Blades of grass are sliced down
While a cardinal with a red hood
Sings a song calling to nature
Man picks up what they’re singing
Calls it off in a sing song
Hear some babies chirping
Waiting...
#beauty
#birds
#nature #sky
#nature #sky
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PAR
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 1:50pm
19th Dec 2024 1:50pm
The Owl perched on the Giraffe's head.
The owl, silent and wise,
observes the world with attentive eyes.
Its soft feathers
its serene flight soothes the soul.
The giraffe is tall and very majestic.
The owl brings with it the charm of the night,
flying without making a sound,
teaching patience and the art of observation.
Its presence inspires reflection and serenity.
Is a silent keeper of the secrets of the night,
a companion who shares the wisdom
of the stars and the mystery of the shadows.
The giraffe, on the other hand,
offers an elevated...
observes the world with attentive eyes.
Its soft feathers
its serene flight soothes the soul.
The giraffe is tall and very majestic.
The owl brings with it the charm of the night,
flying without making a sound,
teaching patience and the art of observation.
Its presence inspires reflection and serenity.
Is a silent keeper of the secrets of the night,
a companion who shares the wisdom
of the stars and the mystery of the shadows.
The giraffe, on the other hand,
offers an elevated...
#animals
#birds
#hope
#nature
#sky
91 reads
6 Comments
KendalM
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 1:36pm
6th Dec 2024 1:36pm
Hankering
I had a dream when I was younger that I was swinging in between two rockets in our hayfield. I was attached to both, one rope on one rocket, the other rope on the second, and I in between swinging on a child's swing. I still don't understand that dream. Lol
#clouds
#countryside
#sky
82 reads
5 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 00:09am
5th Dec 2024 00:09am
High Noon Noel
Clean the gutters
hang the lights
watch the flutters
in jaybird flights
squirrels and Yule nuts
by the frosty yard
wiggle wee furry butts
in stashing them so hard
and then the little tits
come and go so fast
it's hard to scan the plumage flits...
wherever they've amassed.
hang the lights
watch the flutters
in jaybird flights
squirrels and Yule nuts
by the frosty yard
wiggle wee furry butts
in stashing them so hard
and then the little tits
come and go so fast
it's hard to scan the plumage flits...
wherever they've amassed.
#animals
#birds
#fall #sky
#fall #sky
196 reads
8 Comments
mrimac2008
mrimac
mrimac
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 2:16pm
29th Nov 2024 2:16pm
the moon
the wind passes through my heart
it should have seen everything of thine
whilst thou do look at the moon,me too,from another side
i see only a side of her,thou bright torch of mine
a torch which is filled with the light of love so
i can cross the darkest depths with it but...
when i get the torch time has filed
where the light used to be white would turned into black
that gorgeous, stunning moon's pieces are
going away,daily but i could hardly see it
so it's going to be black one day
and i'll loose the path ,because it's...
it should have seen everything of thine
whilst thou do look at the moon,me too,from another side
i see only a side of her,thou bright torch of mine
a torch which is filled with the light of love so
i can cross the darkest depths with it but...
when i get the torch time has filed
where the light used to be white would turned into black
that gorgeous, stunning moon's pieces are
going away,daily but i could hardly see it
so it's going to be black one day
and i'll loose the path ,because it's...
#sky
62 reads
0 Comments
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