WhisprWriter
Member
Triple Bogey gets photo of the day, so why not a poem of the day too?
I'll do my absolute best to keep these poems coming once a day
Some might be long, some might be short. Topics will be all over the place unless i get a request
If you have requests that I can meet send me a PM and I'll see what I can write
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His Sol
All is dark, All is quiet.
A cloak of shade blankets the land
Until tendrils of light burst across the sky
Burning the night's blues away
Ushering in a world of colors
Over a man who had given up
His world illuminates in fascination
The brightest shimmering of emerald Firs
and the dark rich soil comes alive before him
while glittering granite stones dazzle in the dancing light
Resonant waves of light bathe the land - bathe him
All of his anxieties, fears, and turmoil washed away
Kissed by the fire, his darkness sets ablaze
The soft embrace of the sun's warmth
A stark difference from the cold night's touch
Yet as the sun tips behind him, he is blissfully unaware
As if someone was slowly shuttering his life
While his world grows eerily darker
Blue hues rear their heads once again, bruising the day
Hurtling into trepidation, the man grows hysterical
As perfection slips out of his grasp
Shadows creep in from behind him
Completely consuming his day lit paradise
He cries for the sun to return, to stay
as the daylight breathes its last beams
Stifled into solitude, the man begins to buckle
Twilight swallows his happiness, his security
Estranged from his surroundings, he weeps
Broken tears from dusty cheeks; her tracks
A husk of a man, emptied by love
All is dark, all is quiet.
I'll do my absolute best to keep these poems coming once a day
Some might be long, some might be short. Topics will be all over the place unless i get a request
If you have requests that I can meet send me a PM and I'll see what I can write
___________________________________________________________________
His Sol
All is dark, All is quiet.
A cloak of shade blankets the land
Until tendrils of light burst across the sky
Burning the night's blues away
Ushering in a world of colors
Over a man who had given up
His world illuminates in fascination
The brightest shimmering of emerald Firs
and the dark rich soil comes alive before him
while glittering granite stones dazzle in the dancing light
Resonant waves of light bathe the land - bathe him
All of his anxieties, fears, and turmoil washed away
Kissed by the fire, his darkness sets ablaze
The soft embrace of the sun's warmth
A stark difference from the cold night's touch
Yet as the sun tips behind him, he is blissfully unaware
As if someone was slowly shuttering his life
While his world grows eerily darker
Blue hues rear their heads once again, bruising the day
Hurtling into trepidation, the man grows hysterical
As perfection slips out of his grasp
Shadows creep in from behind him
Completely consuming his day lit paradise
He cries for the sun to return, to stay
as the daylight breathes its last beams
Stifled into solitude, the man begins to buckle
Twilight swallows his happiness, his security
Estranged from his surroundings, he weeps
Broken tears from dusty cheeks; her tracks
A husk of a man, emptied by love
All is dark, all is quiet.