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.
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.
......
The overwhelming feeling of panic and regret
before my eyes fell forever,
was the worst pain imaginable.
You couldn’t see it then
but there was happiness in the shadows
and love on its way to you.
The world was sending you laughter and smiles,
you had so much life to live.
......
No more
love from the soul
'cause we focus on gold
No lap time with the little ones,
So they become lost ones
in a cold world,
dying
A three legged crow, one day he shone, brighter than he ever had,
looking as if he gleamed with joy, as if he's never been free before,
He was covered in light, but he slowly lost the life he has ever clad,
In the silence of the vantablack, he whimpered the life he had.
The mistress who had bathed in his warmth was sad to watch him depart,
Slowly she would feel the cold of loneliness breathing down her nape,
Her children would meet death's embrace, tearing the mother and child apart,
Leaving the lonely mother to weep with a veil of snow that she would drape,
The universe would watch her silently, as if in this tragedy he had no part.
......
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,
......