Civilized Nature
Tanka no. 2 (summer)** burrowing hornets emerge in heated morning -- the shedding of tears from humankind to nature's constantly warring factions **tanka no. 3 (autumn)** the loosening leaves in an evening force of gust -- beneath the full moon darkening
Aren Goldie's Back Story
He slowly sneaked around the facility, hiding int he shadows of the darkened hallways. whenever he was cornered, he would disappear into the darkened walls, not to be seen.
Dreaming - short poem
As my eyes flutter open the light darkens, the happiness fades, as i remember my hated body and despised life. written by: fane star
Shadows - Poem for Shadowshimmer
._ _your shadow that darkened worlds._ _your shadow blocks the light needed to see._ _never thought darkness was so much fun._ _shadows are a lack of light._ _maybe shadows are more of something else._ _shadows rule this world._ _so does light
The Awakened Wake Within
Birth wrap me in air, annoint me with water name me now, the element's daughter brush me with embers, brush me with dust paint the sacred symbols on me with rust wash me in winds, drown me in streams awaken the elements sleeping in dreams darkened
Unconditional Love
If, or how emotional even though we bicker and fight theres alway a tunnel, at the end theres light but, within this tunnel i do see a seat for two, both you and me i see us both within these seats in unity, that we shall keep so, as those darkened
Poem
The darkened clouds spewing forth bolts of lightning to kill the darkness. the flames don't burn my soft skin as i stare at the darkness, himself. my sword drawn as i am lifted up by wings of gold.
Tired Eyes
Light but dark, much like a marsh it is often wet, seldom dry a husk foes rise from its guard in darkened cloth it is garbed with a forward lurch, it starts it's search.
Venturing: Last Legs
Their surroundings darkened as the light faded away. the golden tiles that their eyes were feasting upon, disappeared and were replaced by white or silver tiles.
For Dwale
Beneath that evening's breeze the sickly sweet and brazen scent of countless flow'rs awoke inside of you a darkened sleep of dreams dug deeper than the soil. oh, we are waking minds who missed that scent!
Poem #68: The Sound
I listen for the whispers found inside this darkened well; drink in the sweet melody of lessons i ought have learned. ~bhscorch [!
Eucharist
Bells have rung for command, over darkened hills, waiting for father's midnight band, and cheap thrills. last call for dull relief, before divine prayer; a monument to a thief, gasping for air.