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As the end of October creeps closer, I present to you: a Halloween themed poem!
Dark is the Night
Dark is the night
The wind’s a whispering
Dim is the light
Candles are flickering
The shadows, unfaded
Creep across the great land
A dark veil aided
By Lady Nyx’s hand
The moon’s ghostly cast
Illuminating the dark
Black flags raised half mast
As Death makes his mark
Gray clouds flood the sky
Blocking stars as they fade
As a creature’s last cry
Is muffled by decay
So silent is the twilight
And sorrow so lonely
As souls take flight
As the angels sing, “if only!”
Fear gathers in the heart
Chased by beasts from the start
For dark is the night
And dim is the light
Another dark poem… Halloween air leads to Halloween poems!
Leaves of Gold
As I laid in darkness deep,
Dark thoughts, dark dreams,
As I laid asleep,
A single leaf - or so it seemed
Floated down the midnight stream
Soft and lush and gold in hue,
A shining star in darkness true
And as winter chill so strongly blew
Up into the sky the leaf flew
To settle with the night of twilight blue
I reached for the gold,
The life so vibrant
It frosted with cold
Crumbled, left silent
My mind left so violent
So silent once more, I laid asleep
As my heart so quietly,
so quietly weeps
As my mind screams violently
For death to come silently
The trees have been blackened for so many years
Burnt from fury and watered with tears
So long have I hidden in the night from my fears
The gold I once held so closely dear
Left my land of sorrow, never to appear
The trees no longer grow leaves of gold
The gold of before
My kingdom grew cold
The gold I once so hopefully adored
Now it will grow – nevermore
So my soul wanders, despairing and saddened
As it wanders in darkness and shadows so cold
As I walk within the night with anguish untold
And woefully I wonder, whatever happened
To the vibrant leaves of shimmering gold?
Good morning (at least for me)! Another poem for this lovely day :)
The Loss of a Friend
You promised me once that we’d go in together.
You worried I’d leave you - I laughed.
Yet now you pass me, not sparing a glance
Has so much time already passed?
You told me you’d need me,
That you’d never survive
That without me you’d die
Yet see how you thrive
You said you were envious, how I didn’t need you
I told you the truth - that I valued you
And now I ache, for I’ve lost a friend
Or something more? I never knew
At first, we smiled so happily
Shared a laugh, poked each other, made a joke;
You ruffled my hair, told me I was short-
Yet now it’s as if we never spoke
It’s not anger I feel, but rather sorrow
Your smile once meant so much
And I see it now, but never towards me
I never thought I’d miss your touch
We spoke all summer, and last year too–
Exchanging secrets like closest of friends
I saw you one morning for the first time in months
And perhaps that’s when this started to end
Did I sadden you? Anger you?
Make you feel as if I didn’t need you?
Or is it me that you no longer need
Now that all of this is through?
Your friendship was something I held in my heart
Yet it seems it no longer is within your own.
So now I only text you when it’s your birthday
And when I have a broken bone.
And late at night, when stars gaze upon me
The ghost of you silently lingers
I still remember your favorite color is blue-
When did our friendship slip through my fingers?
More poetry! English class is unbelievably boring, so I’m channeling my energy into poetry instead of studying. :)
TW: mentions of suicide, drowning, depression
Still Here
The world is an ocean, a dark, swirling sea
Where many a soul so slowly drowns;
The crash of waves as life stretches on
Deafens the beating heart’s pounding sounds
I am still here.
I wondered once what would happen
If I let myself sink below
Down the ocean and darkness deep
Would it free me if I let go?
I am still here.
I’ve been battered by winds and by tempests fierce
By looming waves and swirling tides
By whirlpools that slowly draw you in
Until you are harshly thrown to the side
I am still here.
I’m clutching at a plank, my only lifeline
As I’m swept by the ruthless seas
Unseeing, unknowing, into the horizon
Pushed forward by the will of time’s breeze
I am still here.
I wonder what would happen
If I let my fingers slip
If I let my grasp loosen
If I let my head dip
I am still here.
If I let go of this wood and let myself drift
If I swam into the turbulent ocean
If I dived under and never came up
Was that such a strange notion?
Am I still here?
So I wonder what would happen
If I took a deep breath
Let the world go
Sink into death?
Should I stay here?
A figure in the distance
Defeat in their eyes
Slumped on their boat
Their head doesn’t rise
…They are not here.
I take their hand, and I hold it tight
This soul let themself sink into the sea
And I look into my heart, so dark and rainy
As a great storm pours upon me
Why are we all still here?
Another figure floats - yet this one has hope
And we hold each other close as we wait out the storm
Another and another, slowly we gather
The souls that had lost their way, we now kept warm
We are still here.
We are tossed into the ocean without a care
Nor a thought, nor a goodbye
Yet on this boat built of each friend’s wood
I think, finally, that I know why
I am still here.
Hello! I am Raven---writer, poet, and dancer. I like to dabble in a lot of things, but at the moment my main interests are writing, arts and crafts (especially textiles), and psychology.
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It’s almost wintertime! It doesn’t snow here but the mornings are freezing!
anyway, this is a requested poem from a friend for her story. Enjoy! Winter
Winter’s cold breath lures me from sleep;
The crisp bite nipping at my skin as I wake
Frosted windows, breath of fog, crystals forming on the glass;
As the sky gently lets down small snowflakes
Dew collects on leaves, dripping down the windowsill;
Forming icicles that glimmer in dawn’s light
The fire crackles cozily in a warm hearth
As snow blankets the ground in a soft white
The fresh scent of pine drifts through the air
As I run through trees with their lush green leaves;
Their branches laden with heavy snow
As lovely violas bloom at morning’s eve
Perfect Porcelain
once a little girl visited me
she was made of glass and stone
made of perfect porcelain
she came to me all alone
I asked of her parents
she let only a sigh l
I asked her of her name-
she looked up to the sky
not a single flicker
nor a twinge of sorrow came
into her porcelain face as she said
“I have not a name.”
how could she have no name?
I wondered at her claim
yet no emotion showed
as she said, “I have no name.”
a minute crack formed on her face
in her face of porcelain stone
across her face it ran and ran
across her mask of bone
And down her cheeks like dusted tears
that spilled from her eyes
that slipped past her perfect lips
that gave another sigh
“I have not a name,” she told me ,
repeating what she’d said,
“for none know me and none remember me
so I am as good as dead.”
more cracks spread across her face
of perfect porcelain
as slowly her mask broke
crumbling from within
“I have no name, for I am those
who’ve been swept in time
of those who’ve been forgotten
at midnight’s final chime.”
of old and perfect porcelain
of flawless glass and stone
that shattered when our memories
left her all alone
A goodbye to a friend.
Farewell
farewell, I bid, to my dear friend,
for you must leave us and travel afar
not soon will you be forgotten
and we wish for your return upon each star
farewell, I bid, and we love you so
and hope that you will find joy
and though no longer will you be here
we say, “form new memories that you enjoy.”
farewell, I bid, as you leave us here,
and disappear over the skyline
may you find good friends in your home afar
we will remember you for a lifetime
so farewell, I bid, farewell, my friend
remember us when life seems bleak
and though I hate goodbyes, I must say-
farewell, Dominique.
For @writeblrcafe’s “star anise” prompt.
Golden leaves on trees
autumn’s cold breeze rushes through-
a single leaf falls.
for @writeblrcafe’s “cinnamon” prompt.
a candlelit corridor
with endless doors
on and on
and on it goes
keep walking, keep moving,
to an end I can’t see
just keep moving, keep moving
until I’m free
don’t think, don’t speak
just keep walking, keep walking
don’t breathe - don’t leave
block out the whispers, the talking
don’t touch the doors
don’t touch the locks
because if I opened those doors
what would come out?
a candlelit corridor
with endless doors
on and on
and on it goes
just like the sea
just like the sea, I drown in your eyes
your eyes of blue, green, and gold
your fluid grace as you come near then pull back
and all of your secrets untold
my blood is burning, rivers of poison,
my heart a great tree you so swiftly felled
down I fell, cradled in your arms
yet so gently I was held
just like the sea, your temper was slow
yet I was caught in your storm
tossed aside and half-drowned
until I crawled back home
just like the sea, crashing against stone
the stone of the walls of my mind
cracking, crumbling, tumbling down
as our fingers intertwined
yet just like the sea, I couldn’t see
the true depth of your heart
beyond the surface of those waters
so deep I sank as I fell apart
so just like the sea, I chased the horizon
chasing after your heart
yet as sun set and darkness came
no stars guided me out
just like the sea, you are wild
uncontrollable by people like me
and perhaps that’s why I fell so hard
for those eyes just like the sea
Icarus
ah, to be a lonely moth
adorned with wings of earth and night
to always be unable to face the dark
and so take refuge in the light
to circle round and round the flame
to almost reach the fire
alas, to be another Icarus
and burn under the sun’s ire
wintertime comes with white snow and blue ice
with lights so merry and fires burning bright
with holly and pine and mistletoe
and children laughing in joyful delight
crisp is the wind and warm is the hearth
open to the weary travelers who roam
on this winter day, let none be alone
welcome home—welcome home
my secret santa gift to the lovely @azriel-alexander-holmes! May you have a wonderful holiday <3
wistful whispers of a weeping willow
they say that if you listen close
to the tree of a weeping willow
as the branches knock in the wind
and the leaves as the breeze gently billows
that you’ll hear the wistful whispers
of the spirit of the weeping willow
as she cries and murmurs and tells
of the hearts she’s seen broken before her willow
she weeps for her lover, a lover long lost
of the lover’s embraces and gentle kisses
and of how she yearns for a lost future
with her lost Willow—whom she so dearly misses
why do we suffer? why do we grieve? why do we feel the pain and believe? why do we continue through this never-ending plight? why do we struggle in darkness to find light?
why do we question all that we know why do we seek to understand the unknown why do we long for answers that elude why do we search for something to include
why do we hope for something more? why do we dream of life without war? why do we strive to make sense of it all? why do we stand when we could fall?
why do we ask when there may be no reply why do we seek when the truth makes us cry? why do we wonder when it’s all in vain why do we ask “why?” again and again?
why do we pour our heart’s desires into this question like wood to fire perhaps this question will never end for life’s mysteries we will never comprehend
you were like the sun. I was blinded by your presence, by that glowing smile. by the warmth of your hands, the gold of your heart. I watched you from afar, for I knew if I came too close my walls would all come burning down. if my heart was ablaze with you were near, then it was so cold, so lonesome, without you.
but I pushed you away.
out of fear, out of anger,
because I didn’t want to change. I feared change. I feared what would irreversibly change if I let you in my heart.
but now you’re gone, and I’m frozen. my sun hidden behind clouds of my making. and I realized that I needed you. I needed the warmth you gave. and I was willing to burn.
Right Here, Right Now
TW: mentions of suicide, self harm
What if, right here, right now,
I just jumped from off this roof?
What if, right here, right now,
I took this gun?—for no one’s bulletproof.
What if, right here, right now,
I took this rope and let me swing?
What if, right here, right now,
I took those pills? These tiny things?
Coward, you screamed—coward, coward
Never did anything right
Always failed, always disappointed
So what if I gave into the night?
What if, right here, right now,
I took this knife, right at that vein
Slashed ‘til I found blood and bone
And let thick crimson liquid rain?
So slit my throat. Slit my arms.
Slice this traitorous heart of mine.
Carve these words into my chest.
Smile and say that everything’s fine.
Cut these thoughts. Cut these hands.
Cut the voices inside my head.
Ignorance is bliss—and so’s oblivion
‘Cause nothing can hurt me if I’m dead.
Snaggle-Toothed Smile
TW: abusive relationship, grooming, death
Wolf is knocking on the front door
Sharp sharp teeth in a snaggle-toothed smile
Come here, little rabbit, let us play
Come here, little rabbit, for I’ll stay here awhile
Wolf brings food to me every day
Come, little rabbit, I’ve come to play
Wolf brings gifts to me every day
Come, little rabbit, have this beautiful bouquet
Wolf combs my fur for me every day
Protects me and never leaves me alone
Careful, little rabbit, it’s dangerous outside
Careful, little rabbit, don’t be on your own
Wolf tells me how lucky I am every day
That he takes care of me, little rabbit
And then he smiles that snaggle-toothed smile
Oh, little rabbit, you could become a habit
Wolf accidentally hurt me today
He asks me and asks me why did you make me do it?
Feather-light kisses upon each wound
Snow white rabbit has become blood red rabbit
Wolf smiled that smile today
Sharp sharp teeth with a snaggle-toothed smile
Asked me, are you afraid of me?
Run, little rabbit, run, run to the wild
Wolf didn’t come back today.
Wolf didn’t give me gifts today.
Wolf didn’t give me food today.
My only companion was gone today.
Wolf was oh so tender today.
Wolf apologized for not coming yesterday.
Oh, little rabbit, you will never be free.
Wolf killed me so gently today.
little white lies
Sometimes I wonder if I’m an awful person
No—I am an awful person; I
Tell myself I’m an awful person—my
Parents tell me I’m an awful person
My friends tell me to get therapy, but
Everybody around away from me—I
Draw in those around me, then
Burn bridges—I need therapy
Lie, lie, lie; just a white lie
I’m digging myself deeper and deeper
Lie, lie, lie; oops, another lie
Why does everybody think the best about me?
Play dumb, sweet smile, sugared compliments
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it
So bad everybody thinks I’m good
A masquerade, this charade just keeps going
Let’s play a game, just you and me
Let’s see which fake personality
I’ve chosen to paint myself
Which one is it gonna be?
Lie, lie, lie; just a white lie
I’m trapped in this web I can’t defeat
Lie, lie, lie; oops, another lie
I keep spinning these threads of deceit
Caught in this carousel of illusion—I’m
Suffocating in delusion—I
Crave the taste of authenticity—but
Truth’s a double edged sword, you see
My world’s unraveling, catastrophe
Unraveling just like my sanity
Looked into a mirror that fed my vanity
But guess that now that’s gone to insanity
coffee and roses
It’s the way your name tastes like
coffee beans and rose petals.
How your golden hoops,
Glittering like precious metals,
Swing with their embedded rhinestones.
It’s the way you run your tongue
over your teeth and bite your lip.
How you prove my arguments wrong,
But with a playful quip
As if you don’t know the warm glow in my chest.
It’s the way you invited me to
That coffee date and we took
Pictures like a real couple.
How we folded stars with their colorful look
With those strips of colored paper.
It’s the way you gifted me
That jar with our paper stars.
How the jar’s glass refracts the sun
And scatters the light across my room
In dappled spots like komorebi.
It’s the way I felt when you
Told me I tasted of the
Lip gloss you wear
How I felt when you said that
I tasted of your lips.
It’s the way you hold my heart
Cradle it oh so gently
In your hands as if you don’t
Have the power to crush it
Into a million tiny pieces.
It’s the way I know that
Even if my name on your lips
Tastes of ecstasy
You will be
The death of me