Aurora
~
Crimson paints ravelled with emerald layers,
misty haze as shades cream the sphere.
Galaxies sugarcoated in specks of dust,
fragments of rays crashed with bust.
Trees of pine in peace garnished gowns,
the ponds nearby reflecting the pearls amid town.
Between two layers where life inhales;
The earth,a major with roof beyond scale.
As love multiplies with each touch signalled
the colors dance while the universe exhales.
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#Decastich
Dead & Dying—Trees & Dreams
My branches spread out sideways
as well as up & down.
Lying flat upon my back—
my roots in air & ground
Oh, what a massive storm
that tempest must have been,
whooshing through—intense, it blew
against my chest & chin.
I marvel at the Summer sky, so blue above my head.
Fading thoughts, and parting shots, until I know I’m dead.
I Guess Decastich?
The ink flows like a river
Consuming the blank canvas in a black, abyssal color
The once beautiful voice of literature
Has turned into the wails of Hatred and Destruction
The beings that were once filled with joy
Have drowned during the invasion of the dark ink
The ink then thawed...
Leaving a land of Death and Lost...
Evil Ink =-=
What Children Get Into, When Left Alone
An intruder encroaches in a home,
forcing children that have been left alone
to make decisions based on survival.
A battle ensues, one that would rival
any scene across a war-torn country.
Dons the nine year old the hammer and tries
to push back the stranger from the window,
while younger brothers and sisters rain blows
with kitchen utensils. Overwhelmed, death
departs and we wonder. Did he meet Death?
Need to write
I need to write a Decastich to let go
of all my worries of the day.
I need to write a Decastich to be free
and watch the stars turn to sunrise
without the fear of the love of death
knocking on my door.
I need to write a Decastich.
I need to write a Decastich.
Please just let me put my feelings on paper so they can drift far away.
@Sherzod