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by Heather Ober |
Categories: love,

Love Letter

I saw you many times throughout the years
and knew you as the brother of my friend.
How is it that the world can coax and steer
us to or from the person fate intends?
For seven sunless years, you hid from sight,
just waiting in the wings for unknown cue.
My heart was burning out with waning light,
but you were coming slowly into view.
I know we took each other by surprise -
I never thought you'd be the one to light
the flame that once burned softly in my eyes;
with tenderness, your love restored my sight.   

Now even on the darkest days, I shine
to know your noble heart is truly mine.


Written: September 14, 2015


by Satish Verma |
Categories: life, love, peace, philosophy,

GENOCIDE

King of sex,
the third gender
or hermaphrodite,
half male, half female,
existing on margin,
beheads the creator
to propitiate the deity of destruction,
starts a genocide
to create a new model,
new world, sexless, moonless
sunless.

How could you remain normal
when you were being robbed of every myth,
every truth?
And you were walking under the guilty sky
unmindful of the pouncing, long legged tarentulas
to bite off your elements?
All of your tongue?
And the heat will give up the slaughtered spring
dried up in eternal shade?
Within the memory will lie the pain
of million years?


SATISH VERMA

by Janis Thompson |
Categories: age, humanity, soldier,

Broken Soldiers

Broken Soldiers Broken soldiers, tend their wounds, in sterile sunless corner rooms. They bide their time in fretful hours, to ward away the memories, dour. These valiant ones, once walked upright, with weaponry and means of might. And nothing can remove the thoughts, of war’s unholy moments caught. Heroes of battles they once knew give thankful prayers they made it through. They went to serve when country called defending home and giving all. Broken soldiers tell their stories, horror, love and bloody glories. In cold, unsettled nights they come, dreams of battles fought and won. 3/4/17

by Jon Vitello |
Categories: caregiving, lost love, passion, sad, sea, hate, hate,

Hate the Rain

I hate the rain, hate the rain
How it always rains on me
And when it's raining
I wish for sunny days
Drowning in puddles of forbidden dreams
Showers that drench my only means
To feel you once again

I hate the rain, hate the rain
How it never seems to quit
And when it's flooding
I wish my life to float away
Sinking to the bottom of an endless void
Ocean that crushes the only means
To reach you once again

When the ominous clouds won't blow away
And the only thing left is sunless shade 
The only thing left that still remains
Is the rain, rain that won't go away

by Andrew Crisci |
Categories: courage, death, earth, faith, jesus, love, pain,

The Divine Light

St. Andrew was closer to Jesus more than the others,
and he followed Him everywhere the Teacher went;
as a fisherman of brave men, he reveled in his intent
revealing the divine light that illuminated sunless paths. 

And like Christ he was crucified and suffered; 
his blood dripped from broken hands and feet, 
but he praised death as a seed falling to the ground:
to regrow in a field nourished by rain and heat.
A similar message the Master spoke on His long travels:
the divine light was His gift to the Earth fallen to darkness.    


Written on 1/13/2017  



by daver austin |
Categories: introspection,

ABSTRACTIONS II

ABSTRACTIONS II

Out on the fringes
Beyond speculation
Beyond deep cobalt blue
Bottoming out
Rising to infinity
To sunless east, west
Where long since had appeared
The golden, hazy light
This is where my spirit’s fancy has strayed
Expecting blackness,
Many shades beyond night
I am surprised
For there is music
Music of unimaginable depth and sweetness
And there are colors
This circular rainbow of known and unknown colors
And there is transcendent peace
The soul seeming to float
There is love
And infinite truth


by Jeremy Street |
Categories: baby, baptism, jesus, love,

Running Through Jungles Not Knowing Why Welcome: To Babylon

Nineteen seventy nine and we don't even care ?
As restless as we are yet, tis so easy to get caught up
Within orphan Joey's perpetual season in woes this rainbow
Skidrow coloured their flesh but don't you know; smit the bit this lingo pit
Hanging on a tit suckled through a slit rin tin sin and his brother gin shoving grenades
In their blue blank daze sunless gaze abysmal cage crack'pot sage fortune teller rage feed the beast
Bowing to statues reaching for gold serving their belly this hate that they hold: king copula's gab'fest gabbling....
Crossing continents spheres as realms tis hard not to feel the pain you instill your evil ways darkened haze their babies.

by Kevin Clark |
Categories: loss, life,

Your once luminous love is now a shadow on the wall

Our life together was the brightest sunlight

A piercing ray that lit up the darkest night

This radiance that nothing could ever shade

A shining star we never thought would fade

Then all at once the illumination was burnt out

Filling my world with lurid pain and a dusky doubt

A blackish cloud hangs over my once brilliant eyes

Now my life is tormented with dull gloomy skies

Will there be a clearing is anyone’s lucid guess

For now my heart is drab and completely sunless

The memory of our fluorescent feelings I now often recall

Your once luminous love is now a shadow on the wall

by Eve Roper |
Categories: night, , Lullaby,

Night Breeze


through sunless hours
it sneaks in the open window like a thief, 
it's cool tendrils caresses
the tangle limbs upon the bed. 

throughout the shadowed dim lit room
a lullaby it sings, 
fragrant with the scent of love.

12/30/2017

by vincent gicola |
Categories: imagination

willted stone

we forged our names in willted stone
felt like a king without his throne
filtered dreams of love abide, strong earthly woman by my side
coins of gold shimmer brite
silver goblets reflect our might
tempered streams of wine and song
loving you im never wrong
sunless day's and winters night
heart felt dreams with visual sight
willted stone i feel your grace, the sun, the moon, conjoin in space   tender hearts that once were one
lifes last grace from father to son.

by emeka ozurumba |
Categories: husband, prayer,

to babble

i pray every day
with my drapes unfolded
and all vanities shut out,and
mind steady,that than bracelets
a gracious maiden be found,to 
entangle my thin arms,and than
diamonds be found,a sparkling love

everyday,every morning the skies
are assured of my cries,and 
lightless bright room,just a single
ray escaping,that than any a man
to knock my door,i should never shut out
jesu joy of man desiring,and than
friends be found a jealous God

and by evening yes,the
prayer of secret,and babbling
is answered,but the day is late
and sunless,and i must sleep,
letting the soul to travel,but now
i must whisper a prayer with six
knees,two a piece to my maiden and boy

by Eve Roper |
Categories: child, childhood, poetry,

The Air I Inhale My Lullaby Tale



As a child, under the infinite sunless night; I used to lie on a bed of thick grass in the front yard just to stare up at night and its uncountable flickering stars. The cool breeze tendrils would caress me with tender love and a lullaby it would sing. It would gift me so much comfort. I would dream up all sorts of stories. I just loved the starry night. Now I still steal moments taking pleasure inhaling the air allowing it to waltz around me with a wisp of earth fragrant magic staring at that same heaven. Awaking a thirst filling me with whispers of tales and a palette of imagination from nature's quandary. 1/27/2020

by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories: new year,

WHY DOES THE SHROUD OF CRISSCROSSED TREES INVADE

Why does the shroud of crisscrossed trees invade
this sunless *kitch..erode my soil of light?
The lukewarm milk tastes sour where I have laid.
Odd Winter rain does damp my winsome sight.
Arise these bones - reform this house of wax.
Restart the pilot light and pleasant fumes -
of peppermint and thyme, of all one lacks.
Excite with citrus blend - let petals bloom.
The curtain lace drawn back -  I pen this leaf
upon bare naked branches and I blow
so the wind will restart in fresh belief
of kindness - trace of love, these seeds I sow.
Arrive anew — a baby born — this year.
Mature the steed! Charge on, deprived of fear!

1/2/2019

*shortened from kitchen

by Romeo Moses |
Categories: anxiety, appreciation, divorce, leaving, loss, love,

When you go

I'm a sunless sky,
I'm a moonless night,
no matter how hard I try,
my heart never seems to function right.

When you go.
Nothing ever grows,
the wind never blows,
rivers never flows.

Your presence is the essence in my existence.
When you go,
the essence of my existence makes no sense,
I becomes tense.

by Donna Arnold |
Categories: lost love,

Without You

Without You

Without you, I am so lost
An empty vessel, which has no cause
Sunless days, endless nights
Only darkness, no more light

Without you, I am all alone
There is no place, which I belong
People all around, nobody cares
The one person I need, no longer there

Without you, I am incomplete
My empty heart barely beats
I have to keep going.  I don’t have a choice
Without you, I am an empty void


by jesse gomez |
Categories: life, love, time,

escape

there is nothing here for me
so ill dream 
dream of escape
so come wander with me in this sunless dessert 
to walk to the ends of consciousness
and together find god in each others eyes
to walk to the ends of consciousness 
looking for surprise
and as the years pass
and the last grains of sand slip away
we will hear the children say
there goes the man looking for nothing 
but found everything

by Line Gauthier |
Categories: dark, heartbroken, lost love, perspective, sad, soulmate,

TEARS OF A CLOWN



disguised tears of a clown
smile turned to wretched frown
behind makeup his eyes glazed over
at the sight of daisies and smell of clover
in summer fields he last saw his love
flew off to heaven she gentle dove
his heart in pieces shattered
remembering the only thing that mattered
now sunless days on automatic pilot
skies from greys to blues to violet
feigning composure while on edge
he dances nonchalantly on a ledge
concealed tears the people miss
a clown one step away from the abyss



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on February 25, 2020 for contest CLOWN AT THE ABYSS sponsored by KAI MICHAEL NEUMANN

by Line Gauthier |
Categories: blue, dark, depression, lonely, lost love, sad,

DANCING THE BLUES



now sunless days on automatic pilot
skies from greys to blues to violet
feigning composure while on edge
he dances nonchalantly on a ledge



extract from my poem ABYSMAL CLOWN

AP: 3rd place, 2020

Submitted on May 25, 2020 for contest BRIAN'S CHOICE U sponsored by BRIAN STRAND

and on March 1, 2020 for contest RITHIMUS DIVISA 2 sponsored by GREGORY R BARDEN

by Johnette Loefgren |
Categories: love,

To touch your face

 over 
the dark
 and windy world,
 starlight 
dances
 a
cosmic whirl 

 around 
the black 
and
 sunless sea,
eternal planets
falling 
free.

spin 
the sun and
moon around,
catch
 a comet
shooting down.

in all
 this universal
grace,

I still just wait,

to touch
your 
face.