We cut the mooring lines
and quietly paddled into the bay.
The ocean dared us onward
there was nothing left to say.
The stars, those distant travelers,
silently guided us on our way.
“Looks pretty rough,” old Johnson noted,
and spit defiantly into the sea.
“We’ll never make it,” the young ensign asserted,
......
Lying in the darkness
Nothing here to see
The shadow of my lonely self
Just staring back at me
Lying in the silence
Deafening to my ear
The beating of my lonely heart
The only sound I hear
......
Moon is a lonesome voyeur
Who peeks down lustfully at the silhouetted nudity of Night.
Peccant, she does it with overt grandeur,
Reluming steadily crackling embers of a smouldering light.
If the world decides to go pitch black
I’ll follow you into the dark
We’ll light a torch
Find our own path through the rubble
Through the dismay
The tears will seal the walls of our home
The foundation will come from us
We will be warriors
......
Something is pulling my leg.
I'm stranded in an ocean, and I've given up my tread.
The depth of the darkness submerges my head.
When I take my last breath, my mind lays to rest.
I kept swimming towards land, but got dragged by the currents.
I kept pursuing Your Word, but got distracted by his deterrents.
I have yet to find yesterday’s best, with hope that tomorrow will never event.
In the beginning it was either "take her or take me”,
But tonight, you'll find me begging to be freed.
......
Something is pulling my leg.
I'm stranded in an ocean, and I've given up my tread.
The depth of the darkness submerges my head.
When I take my last breath, my mind lays to rest.
I kept swimming towards land, but got dragged by the currents.
I kept pursuing Your Word, but got distracted by his deterrents.
I have yet to find yesterday’s best, with hope that tomorrow will never event.
In the beginning it was either "take her or take me”,
But tonight, you'll find me begging to be freed.
......
These are poems about shadows, poems about darkness, poems about shades in the form of ghosts and spirits...
Shadows
by Michael R. Burch
Alone again as evening falls,
I join gaunt shadows and we crawl
up and down my room's dark walls.
......
I sit in darkness,
hiding my pain,
in regions of sorrow,
my thoughts remain.
Torrents of tears,
run down my face.
as I search for comfort,
In a warm embrace.
A thousand thought,
......
We cut the mooring lines
and quietly paddled into the bay.
The ocean dared us onward
there was nothing left to say.
The stars, those distant travelers,
silently guided us on our way.
“Looks pretty rough,” old Johnson noted,
and spit defiantly into the sea.
“We’ll never make it,” the young ensign asserted,
......
Fallow moonlight, under trees
Darkling sun the animals see
Gloom-grey ruins, the fled day glows:
Nothing's bright where nothing grows.
Fallow moonlight, what comes forth
In the darkness' questioned worth?
Shapes around, not fit for day,
Nightmares bound: just let them be.