Still miles to go before I sleep ~ ~ a poet lost in autumns of past
When it's 3 am and you can't sleep because past keep playing like a broken record in your mind, hues of crimson heartbreaks keep swirling in your veins, keeping you up all night, ears straining to accept the mysterious symphony of silence and eyes boaring into burning charcoal flames over the night sky...all you wish is to screech aloud into the dark entity consuming the world - like a cicadas in crisis.
Snowflower, do you remember ? You were once a nightingale enchanting Aurora and serenading Selene. You were the only voice of hope while light slowly slips into waves of time. Your songs bewitched blossom buds to awake and dance, smiling into the zephyr. Your echoes waltzed through the giggling and glistening spring stream.
// When did the dark shadow trap your whimsical wings ? When did the nightmares embrace your serene silhouettes ? When did your hopeblooms wilt and wither into the awaiting tenebrous terrains ? //
Today, the past froze the almighty time, as I sweeped the cobwebs in my secret shelf. Timestamps on letters felt like tombstones on the graveyard of memories. My words were covered in pastel shades of pain. Lilac daydreams, creamy hope, lemon yellow worries, grass-green glee, baby blue wishes, rosy reveries, sandalwood secrets, orange lily desires we're all riding the turquoise tranquil waves.
And those pictures, stolen life in still sceneries. You were embraced by thirty shades of love, holding hands with sixty-six sunflowers, smiling with forty clovers and kissing twelve full moons. The galaxy was glittering while you were in slumber on shooting stars. You've wished upon a field on dandelions in a forlorn forest and have danced in the rain to the beat of euphoria.
Your verses still glow in this dark days like firefly in the night, still scent the petrichor of past rain. And these journals are waiting for you to adorn their ivory sleeves with maroon metaphors and scarlet similes.
You're not a cicadas in chaos, you're not a cypress trailing cacophony, you're not a cyclone destroying love. You're a blue Iris of benevolence, a demure dandelion of daydreams, a delightful dahlia of forelsket, a mesmerizing magnolia of meraki. You're a timeless nightingale with charming wings of change.
| You're a poet... a pure one in that Neither you have a rebirth of cicadas Nor an afterlife of cherry blossom All you have is this life, all you ever need is now Pen all you want to, let passion burn all your pain |
I loved you, love you and will always love you ~ ~ a poet seeking hiraeth in halcyon days
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Awaiting beauteous blooms redolence Eccedentesiasts expected birth Horror to the mass assuming fragrance Aurora's veil slipped, stinking them in mirth
Rebellious Rafflesia blossoms in pride Emitting the stench of decaying meat Rebelling receptor cells, gag and chide Nervous neurons react, proves to effete
Carrione corpse arrives scavenging preys Odour of rotting flesh surrounds the air Betrayal inherent, ensure species Spineless Stapelia suicide fair
Aroma of Amorphophallus stinks Enchanting effervescence wishes sinks
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/ Abhor Assumption of Aromas Accept Inherent Odours, Nature's Order ! Who births Petrichor Perfumes and Funereal Flowers Breaking Masquerades of Eccedentesiasts All Scents are Fair in Creator's Gracious Garden /
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Zephyr caress the zorbeez robes in tangerine hues, humility and humanity at the zenith ~ a Zen monk
Yellow weaves of Youghal lace adorns the yearning soul of a guru to whom world yields ~ a Yogi guide
X-rays of nightmares in a hollow body of mutants, a cloak of misfortune and mystery in a xyst ~ an X men
West wind tickles the woolen coats of a wanderer, a hang watch in waistbag and a warm blanket in backpack ~ a wayfarer
Velvet veiled gowns and velour suits rests in her closet, her hands on the bow, heart on a vow ~ a violinist
Unleashing her virtue and vigour she packed ultrasuede ensembles in her suitcase and her passion, an ukulele ~ a unique persona
Tapestry of daydreams weaved in textiles of amorous beauty - her precious possession, she treads ~ a tourist
Scintillating silks of harmony in hold the entire soul of her, orchestrating a seraphic symphony ~ a singer
Roses of reminiscence, reticella laced attires, she springs with a brimming heart, for her Romeo ~ a romantic lover
Quaffing the ale of ethereal empyrean and beyond, questions encircle her being, quite yet quick ~ a quantum soul
Polaroids of still life moments, an array of albums as prelude to her passionate life, and plush fits, her world shrinks to a picture ~ a photographer
Odes and oracles converge, ottoman silks and ornaments of speech, narrating an odyssey ~ an orator
Nameplates and nemesis urge her to attain more, she flys high, evading nets with notions and novellas ~ a nefelibata
Music awakens her, food for her soul, muslin weaves in magenta shades, and her muse ~ a musician
Love is the embodiment of soul, its eternal attire, linen threads and lilac lace of luck, sometimes lost at life ~ a lover lost
Kaleidoscope of visions and kite-like vibes, knitted dreams, she seeks knowledge ~ a kalon beauty
Jubilant waves of change, she outshines everyone, cwtching the jewel of soul ~ a jewel
Inking stardust on a stellar sky, gleaming over nocturnal life, in her veins is color blue, inscribing imaginations ~ an Inara
Holistic hues of desire splashed on the canvas of life, she paints a holy heaven ~ a haven of colors
Gardens blossoming in spring, awakening the growth of a soul, adoring the garment of nature ~ a gardener
Fragrance in the wind, fragile blossoms surrounding, fashionista of a kind, fusion of flavours ~ a florist
Embodiment of Elegance, embellished in golds and silvers, enchantress in ethinic wear ~ an empress
Dashing and delightful, breathing life to dormant dreams, doleful and dainty, dancing to drums ~ a dancer
Cuddling clouds of white and coloring the welkin in neon, some crumbled notes and coins ~ a cloudwalker
Blues and greys combine, silky silhouette sways, enchanting the audience in the tale of blackswan ~ a ballerina
Array of stars make way for her abode, adorning angelic white, and devoting life to art ~ an artist
Wardrobe of Her
Halcyon days weaved Habutai silk gowns for her, part hailing happiness, part haunting horrendous... nonetheless left her heavy heart longing for a hiraeth
Eagerly awaiting phobias in Eolienne,corded curtains, entailing her endeavors, emerging to erase her efforts to embark on an enlightening journey, tempting her to elope with ego... whereas she ensures to engage in embodiments elegantly with energy, envisioning a future well enlivened
Reveries reformed themselves into raging Russel cords, reminiscence running in warp-wise lines, entangling with her reflexes and veiling her reflection... hitherto rests those rare records of her rosy life, recollections of rains and rainbows reviving in riveting rhythmic refrains
// She's a Ballerina of Beguiling blue nights Inamorata of the Balmy Moonlit sky Inking Blissful verses, a Buoyant star //
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dreambelieverThis is deserving of Post of the Month, not Day! I adore poetry about Dreams because they are only caged by our own hearts and imaginations. Unfulfilled dreams become stars that shine eternal! Beautiful poem indeed.
tamanna3Aren't we talking about this kinda post ? Sorry me is lil lost