by Panagiota Romios |
Categories:
imagery, loneliness, love, moon, stars,
Sun, so tired, into the Pacific, now doth take its rest.
While the cold, homeless, head for hooded, warm tents.
The melancholy, grateful poetess, joyful to see the moon,
Observing its silvered reflection, in an indigo-magic lagoon.
Pondering, how very far away, her true love doth dwell.
A crystal, starlit tear falls, whispers back, that all is well!
2/5/2024
by Kristen Bruni |
Categories:
love
I look in your Eyes and see
A mirror image of Me
Center stage star
Yet hooded afar
Lose yourself in Melody.
by Litan Dey |
Categories:
for her, love,
Inside my bosom
where heart be kept
I confound you there
with all my care.
I etched your name
in the white page of my mind.
You floats in
Heart-beat,
my heart's-blood
And your smile is the key
to open the courtyard of my heart.
The love of oxygen with air
fish and water
As the moss love
in the deep ocean
against turbulent flow
the cruel rock-plate!
I will love you like the lichen.
As the bird believes in
love of air...
Night believes in stars
I trust you
like the hooded-serpent
hold poison-gland.
11/09/2013
by Dinda Minardi |
Categories:
on writing and words, longing,
(19/08/2011)
On the sidewalk he waits
For a girl with full lips
No matter how sharp the cold hits
And missing her is always his
On the sidewalk he waits
For his loved one with deep hooded eyes
No matter how miserable this is
He does wish her a warmth in his sighs
On the sidewalk he waits
For her love only he will adore
No matter how bleak her kiss
For to her, his money is all she waits for
On the sidewalk he waits
Each day, since the longing can’t be beared
For for him, this is the best of other habits
Though he knows, she is to be shared
For Catie Lindsey's contest "Lost and Found"
by Marcello Colasurdo |
Categories:
I disappear into blackness,
with tools that light my way.
Soaking up desire on pages,
that help me seize the day.
From a heightened precipice,
the angels guide my verse.
Words like daggers sharpened,
and emotions as my curse.
Wisdom shrouds my appetite,
a hunger for unfinished prose.
The first poem ever written,
about love and its fair rose.
A white hooded figure still,
fading out into crowded rhyme.
Stealth with flow from penning,
shortcuts like thee and thine.
The final destiny of poetry,
lies from the warrior prophet.
Experience not once commenced,
and knowledge may never stop it.
by Ellen Gwaltney Bales |
Categories:
autumn, beauty, blue, god, inspiration, love, sky,
Why do the skies of autumn appear so?
So bright?
So blue?
So true to God’s own plan?
Or so achingly exquisite,
A gift to mortal man.
My poor eyes cannot
Comprehend
The sheer beauty
He chooses to extend
On such a wondrous day
As this, when I can almost
Hear Him say
This is how I show
My love to you:
Through your hooded eyes
As you look to the skies
by Oluwatamilore Anthony |
Categories:
anger, betrayal, love, mythology,
Even to the realm of silence
I follow.
To primordial chaos
The specious zany follows.
Seemingly myopic,
my sepulchral glare.
Beware! Of conning eyes
you raider of fulfilled rapture.
I hound the hooded hound
for my demi-soul.
Adonis for Aphrophone
walks plutonian deeps.
Though, I come,
futility behind
scourges with strikes
of dejection.
Yet, on void grounds
I push to limbo
being met by wan faces,
wry creatures.
I fear that perchance
the blazing pecan
is ripe for reaping
Will you succumb?
Aphrophone!
by Julian Bishop |
Categories:
betrayal, love,
You wear a secret veil to no avail
A curtain over bays of gauzy pain
Of unadorned love betrayed
And naked promises made
Avowed
Never to be drawn again
Hooded clouds across the sun drift past
Casting masked shadows on your lawn;
A tenebrous gaze
In these dusky autumnal days
Recalled
Beneath a flutter of leaves forlorn
But purdah days shall fall away
Revealing us for what we are
For love obtrudes like a dictator
And our doubts seductive as a traitor
But still
We leave the screen ajar
by Rochelle Jones |
Categories:
adventure, black love, destiny, fear, journey, judgement, stress,
So your daddy is white
your mother is black
What about you?
Oh, you are just a little light.
Do you want to live like white?
or live like black?
Hey man, I dont't want to fight
Do you believe in civil rights?
or the white hooded men who raid the night
by David Brown |
Categories:
abuse, anger, dark,
Hooded eyes
that terrorize
amid a face
once recognized
Mouth's a slit
that grimly fits
the evil words
that spew from it
Heart's so dark
yet mind does hark
to times there was
a kinder spark
Once delicious
now malicious
when did love
turn so vicious?
by James Fraser |
Categories:
angst, people, places,
Once free
Taken at will
Used and abused
For mans spill
Her crime
To love another
Of a different race
But just a colour
The hooded white
These hidden ones
Hide behind themselves
And their loaded guns
What gave them the right
In that dim-lit barn
This lesson taught
As they take their turn
These brave ones now spent
Having degraded and torn
Now naked and bloodied
Soiled and shorn
She now stands manacled
Under a moonlit sky
Bare to the night
Asking herself why
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark-3.php
by Jesse Thompson |
Categories:
time,
Down the dying corridor of time
the incarnation forms,
evil materializing...............
Monster with your hooded sight,
somnolent eyelids,
flutter feathery desire,
love writhes
in rending hands,
as man
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by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade,
She is a hooded novice
awaiting her instructions
from her
self preserved heart
She is an innocent
appreciating the beauty
of her
inner thoughts
She is a clairvoyant
experiencing a depth
in her
consciousness
She is clairaudience
listening in silence
as her
whispers increase
She is in the spirit of love and truth
She is in the hands of a powerful force
A meditate state
showing her
the path
of
her
well
earned
bliss.