SOSes crowding the sky
stars are
SOSes
crowding
night sky
that every
glitter would
soon be
consumed
by darkness
diamonds
returned to bellies
of earth
darkness
builds on
wiith each
passing cousin
these last
sos messages
crowding sky
sos'es to help
us help ourselves
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Darkness Of...
Darkness is not the darkness of night
it is the darkness of mind and soul.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of discrimination between poor and rich.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of dishonesty.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of aggravate.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is darkness of corruption.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of indiscipline.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of animosity.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of inveterate.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of perjury.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness that we all brought up inside us,
so, light the lamp of light inside you...
poem by Suniya Garg
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Hope
an angel a bridge
of heart
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a light
of humanity tree
What's In A Name
What's Alzheimer's
but a word
for old age
the creaking
door of darkness
crowding out the light.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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Ephemeral Tide Flows Swift In Time Darkness
watch soft silent silhouettes
surreal ships life passing otter
shapes carried slip satin water
river flows past earth shores
darkness consume illumini sunlit air
darkness consume crypt fading light
darkness paints shapes in birth night
darkness spotlight starlit atmosphere
shapes disappear dance glossomer darkness
photostream merge embue mist ink absorbing
passing ships hint images spectrums tugging
ephemeral tide flows swift in time darkness
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Night Sky
The night dawned on
The horizon slowly
Enveloping everything
With darkness,
To the pleasure of night's
Creatures which flew out,
Crawled out, for prey,
The sky littered with stars
Like diamonds in darkness
Moon slowly dawning
From nowhere,
With a eerie light,
Showing everything
In its path lesser than
What they really are,
The air filled with music
Of the night's creatures,
Most beings sleeping off
Their routines' tiredness,
Night stayed long enough
Till the sun's rsays
Grorified the eastern
Horizon, saying adue,
To the rest restful, peaceful
Night which many took
Fright, though it's beauty
In darkness is indescribable.
poem by Ravikiran Arakkal
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On a windy night (in answer to T.S. Eliot)
I. It’s Midnight
It’s Midnight
and the wind brushes softly though my hair,
there are long drawn out shadows everywhere
under the street lamps and the bright light
is stringed out in white
beacon after beacon leading for some to somewhere
but to me it feels as if they are going nowhere,
as if this dark night
is endless without form or shape
and one lonely shadow is following me
while branches are caught in a macabre dance
and there’s a chill at the nape
of my neck and darkness wherever I see
while I walk as if in a trance.
II. Half past one
Half past one
and the spluttering street lump did mutter
“so you had your fun, ”
and no single word did I utter
and at my back fear was crawling
as if in the past night
I had done a unpardonable sin and wind was the singing
“do not look back” and above me the stars was bright
but a strange feeling was in me
as if something evil was following,
as if from it I would never be free
and I glimpsed back, in my daring caught a glance
of something without shadow sneaking behind
and I believed that it as a trick of the mind.
III. It was half-past two
It was half-past two
and while walking through the park
I did not have a clue
where I was going and the night was very dark
and a black thinned out cat sneaked past
with green glowing eyes
as if the tranquillity could not last
and all of the past goodbyes
where coming to my mind
of loved animals, friends and you
as if I was blind and never again to find
the place in the world where I belonged to
and with a leap of delight
the cat found something to eat in that night.
IV. The darkness washed over me
The darkness washed over me
falling like a old worn out cloak
and there were known stars that I could see
but with feelings wanted to choke
and it was half-past three
with a strange familiar howl in the wind
and the cat was eying me
as if in me it had find
a close compatriot
who is also a dweller in the night,
but in life I felt like a idiot
watching the bright
lights of cars passing in the distance,
praying for some kind of deliverance.
V. At four I was chilly
At four I was chilly
and did not want to wait in the park anymore,
the cat was still with me
purring much more in love with me than before
and I carried it while stroking it
as if I had found a new friend
and bit by tiny bit
I liked it and it was no fiend
but a tiny living thing
with shiny bright eyes burning
right through me and the wind did sing
the leaves on branches were still churning
and for a time I had company,
and it was great to be alive with something that loved me.
VI. The memory was crowding me
The memory was crowding me,
as if there was no escape
that on a similar night I did see
a glance of beauty peering from beneath a cape
and then it was somewhat chilly
not like now a summer night
and a strange passion did fill me
to see her full face in the bright light
but into the night she did disappear
with white cheeks and the fire of a eye
as if she was not meant to be near
and now with the sun in a bright sky
with a bird calling on its mate
I see her standing at the garden gate.
[Reference: Rhapsody on a Windy Night by T. S. Eliot.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Her Report
she is now in Malaybalay,45 kilometers from Valencia
where they are taking dinner
with junjun's girlfriend
and soon after the dinner, she will take the car with cousin
and niece back to La Vina, where they will spend the night
she has more news but she will not bring it tonight
it is more private
it is not about junjun's sweet young girl, still studying in the university
and to cope up with the hard times, she sells cosmetic products
for those who are vain
and taking other means of livelihood to live and appear like decent
it is cold, a place higher than the sea levels of two cities
the trees abound, it is green grass all over the place, and the skies
have stars, and the moon is brighter as she looks over the window
to see the rolling hills and the horizon of flashing lights
the glitter of a far city, the hovering of thoughts like birds crowding
on a tree at night, like the whispers of rain from a distant mountain
we are apart, we decided to create some spaces, we must breathe
and i know, what she wants to tell me from Malaybalay, though she
says, she cannot tell it now, the way she phrases her lines i know
she misses me she loves me she wants to be back home the soonest
and i am waiting.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dad Is Sun, Mom Is Moon
the sun
is generous
as dad
in his love
we bask
so bright
and true
the moon
is selfless
as mom
pinning
day and night
to make sure
we shine
crowding
round her
like little stars
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Angel of Darkness
Angel of Darkness
My loving life
You pulled me up
Instead of pulling me down
My Angel of Darkness
Angel of Darkness
With brown shaggy hair
And dark blue Blazing eyes
My heart it soars
With my Angel of Darkness
Angel of Darkness
Jet black wings
That spread across the sky
In flight that never ends
With my Angel of Darkness
Angel of Darkness
Give me a kiss
And make it a dark sensation
And I will follow your command
And never fight with you
My Angel of Darkness
Angel of Darkness
Take my body because it’s yours
It sub comes to yours
In my breathless wake
My Angel of Darkness
Angel of Darkness
I will fight and stand
Not against you
Just against my last breath
We are creature of the night
And I will be with you and stay with you
My Angel of Darkness
My Darkness
I sought freedom, I sought love
I delved into the unknown, into the void.
Blind so I was, Darkness surrounded me.
Frightened I became, aimless were my steps.
Sickness clouded my existence.
I screamed for help but no response.
Upon the vast desert of Arabia, I once strolled.
The darkness of the night descended upon me.
Embraced me with fear like the darkness within
Despite the warmth of the night, I shivered.
I stretched my fragile body on the sand as I quivered.
I looked up to the heavens for comfort.
The brightness of the stars through the darkness of the night
Guided me to search for the stars in my deep darkness.
The first star shone when Malcolm stated
He felt most free when he was incarcerated.
The second star glowed when I realized
I must love me first before a true love for another
Can materialize.
poem by Ibrahim Ibn Salma
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The Darkness
The darkness is my friend.
The darkness consumes me within.
The darkness is what keeps me sane.
The darkness stops me from blowing out my brains.
The darkness is always there.
When i need someone just to care.
The darknes helps me to get through life.
The darkness gets rid me of my pain and strife.
The darkness is my friend.
The darkness won't hurt me the way you did.
poem by Jean Pullman
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The Darkness Outside Is The Darkness Within
THE DARKNESS OUTSIDE IS THE DARKNESS WITHIN
The darkness outside is the darkness within
Night is the most frightening time
And winter the most difficult season
And old age the coldest and cruelest time of life.
And I now in winter in old age in the middle of the night
Write
A small poem of hope
Against the greater darkness to come
The night which does not end
And the cold which goes on forever.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Stars Are Brightest
i
the stars are brightest
on the deep blackness
of the night
ii
not on those brightest days
can you feel the glitter
of a single star
iii
no on the deep scarlet of our grief
can we for once
change into stars
show that our hearts glow
like diamonds
in the ocean floor of our
sorrows
iv
twinkle, glitter, glow
there is also meaning and beauty
in this sorrow
v
we do not have to be mud
others have turned to the god of the rocks
we can be stars
meteors shooting brightness in dark space
galaxies expanding
to build a new world
we can be suns of glory when others explode
and be gone for worst
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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God's starry creation....
the night
is well studded with stars
too much darkness running
in contrast with flickers tiny lights
who had hung these stars
on such a huge space of darkness?
the void is filled
and we all watch
awed
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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God Created Heaven
God Created Heaven
=================
Beginning Earth Without Form
Void Of Darkness Was The Face
Spirit Of God The Face On Water
Divides The Light From Spirit Form.
Darkness Night
Light Of Way
Light Of Day
Dry Land Earth
It Was So.
Gathering Water Seas
Yield Of Land
Abound With Fruit
God Was Good.
As The Stars Made
Signs Of Seasons
Light On Earth
Divide From Night
Divide Of Day
He Made The Stars
Abundance Love.
God Bless
Our Likeness Of God Image
His Own Dominion
All Who Host
A Work He'd Done.
poem by Ricardo Antunes
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Phenomenon
How dark the night has become
that even the Southern Cross fades away
for hours before daybreak
and with it all the other stars are gone
as if this darkness swallows everything
and even the moon is under siege
and stargazers wonder what awaits humanity
while the darkness challenges their science and equipment
and how dark night has become.
No science can explain it and there is something unreal
from which this darkness comes that even conceals the sun
as if this darkness swallows everything
and this phenomenon draws the attention of the whole of humanity
and there are politicians making wild theories
for hours before daybreak
and religious leaders get upset
since the secular world does not comprehend the impact
from which this darkness comes that even conceals the sun
and they lay charge after charge
and there are deliberated with the key question:
how dark the night has become?
Preachers rise and are convinced that man does not serve God right
and that judgement is at hand
since the secular world does not comprehend the impact
and that something is going to hit earth with a bang
and the destiny of man is loudly lamented
for hours before daybreak
as if God is deciding the lot of man,
as if the universe has come to a standstill
and the judgement is at hand
and people even think of an outer space invasion
and alarmed they drive up and down.
How dark the night has become
for hours before daybreak
and the darkness just keeps on and on
and with it all the other stars are gone
as if the universe has come to a standstill
and even the moon is under siege.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Hawk
The hawk that flies’ above
And circles in the sky
Swoops and glides its self
Majestic in heavens wake
It sores above the clouds
And looks upon the earth
And has seen a many paths
That’s often lost in mother earth
It flies’ among the clouds
And stars and moons of the land
Searching and guiding
The souls that fly in its wake
It screech’s in the night
At the darkness that try to take
The souls that are new
At reaching for the skies
Talons out stretched
It attacks the darkness
That tries to envelop the soul
And rips the enemies’ within
Leaving you fragile and alone
Then it takes its flights
Once more above in flight
And watch’s and waits
For the darkness to hunt
In its flight
poem by Kaila George
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Beyond
It has three parts:
1) Body poems: hand in the darkness, eye in the darkness, mouth in the darkness, nose in the darkness, teeth in the darkness, legs in the darkness, belly in the darkness, forehead in the darkness, fingers in the darkness.............etc
2) Body machine: I am not a human being, I can fly! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
3) Sky poem: I am writing the alphabet 'KA'(meaning 'dance') in the sky or vacant sky.
I make this poem from performance to performativism poem.
You can perform my poem now! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Have vital life! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Wandering Star
Please could you stay awhile to share my grief
For its such a lovely day
To have to always feel this way
And the time that I will suffer less
Is when I never have to wake
Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever
Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever
... those who have seen the needles eye, now tread
Like a husk, from which all that was, now has fled
And the masks, that the monsters wear
To feed, upon their prey
Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever
Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever
(always) doubled up inside
Take awhile to shed my grief
(always) doubled up inside
Taunted, cruel.... ...
Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever
Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever
song performed by by Portishead
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My Fingers Want To Pick The Bright Stars (Crystalline)
My fingers want to pick the bright stars
that glitter blue in the darkness
poem by Gert Strydom
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