Poetry Blogs (black)
Waking up newly in love
Is there a more lyrical thing?
Mind focused on the one
Destined to wear your ring
Dawns depend on your mood
Roseate when things go well
Blue if you're feeling anxious
Black if you're living a hell
Rising slowly in sickness
Racked by aches and pains
Life teeming with negatives
Griefs but no sign of gains
Dawns depend on your...
Monday 3rd August 2020 10:33 am
Sometimes black and white become one.
Gods omnipresecence is seen, white dancing across black.
Morning comes from night.
Day breaks and lights the dark.
Half the world is light, while the other half is dark.
In the dance of shadows, white light reflects colors on dark night.
Prisms take white light and reflect colors on black night.
White light, dark night.
Tuesday 3rd September 2019 4:10 pm
Although you are
in essence an absence
you are always deliberate,
mysterious and silent,
a shadow following,
a shade from the sun,
impression gives colour
but you remain intact
Tuesday 23rd April 2019 10:50 am
Black and blue
A bruise's hue
And the colors of many others
Look up at the sky
On a stormy day
As the clouds cry
Blue and gray
Your silhouette black
Against the flash of the Lightning above
It's courage you lack
And your hopes fly away with the dove
It's not the lion, I'm afraid, that carries the pride
But the Lightning that paralyzed you as it bide...
Friday 30th March 2018 4:18 pm
Hit the homes of the less, Hit the SCUM of the projects, Drop a few bombs in the Sub Culture Urban Market, target the future smokers, smoke the future dealers, pull up in them vans, hand out vans and a few packs of cigs, Fact 79 the name of the game, selling the idea of a pack newports, over the idea of packing for cruises to lands on new ports, grandmamas got them, baby cousins watchin', second h...
Sunday 22nd February 2015 10:24 pm
THE GREY BLACK NIGHT
The grey leaden sky covers the land casting a shadow over this sombre place.
Shadows leap from every tree and boulder until they seem to dance
everywhere you look.
Trees stand in stark silhouette against the sky, the wind makes them sway
and creek like skeletal limbs askew.
This is the gothic night of the beautiful colour of grey.
Tuesday 13th September 2011 1:08 pm