Virgin shrouds Mourning wombs Innocence cut short Parents' lap Empty broken Shoulders weary Eyes weighed Bullets strayed Nameless assail Hopes frail. When bombs fly And sirens cry Children cannot defy They wonder if they Will live to see Another dawn Play and run all day long And they wonder What the fighting is all about?
Danseuse
Waltzing through air, this vision with beguiling delicate grace
Like a danseuse figure, poised, carving delicate grace.
A breeze gently embraces this fragile creature
touching nimble limbs, a limber accentuating delicate grace.
Sunlight streams iridescent on her lissome stance
symmetrically lithe and supple, flaunting delicate grace.
Rhythmic movements pattern fawn colored sand creations
nudging grass beneath, with a soothing delicate grace.
The boundless energy of this dainty, flighty antelope
as she ambulates gracefully, epitomizing, delicate grace.
Elusive, mysterious, uninhibited, she basks in nature’s fold
within a cosmos, spangled with, pleasing, delicate grace.
Her vulnerability fills me with foreboding and much fear
of bloodthirsty predators, massacring delicate grace.
Finding The Rhyme
I send my words into the sky Watch them rhyme and then fly. I close my eyes and feel the air Forgotten words lost without care. I take the letters in my hand And put them on a poetic stand. I scribe the words on a starlit scroll Watch words take shape as night unfolds. My dreams drift from a soul that bleeds In the blue of ink, fractured lines freed. I run my hands over my words My fingers feel the emotions stirred. With tender ease, the poetry glides From my page to your eyes.
Moonchild
I am a child of the earth
Raised by the stars in the sky
Tended by the moon as I sleep
Scars of the world clothe me
Her wounds rich in history.
I am bathed by the tears of the clouds
When it rains, the wind howls-in my ears
Apocalyptic....
When I cry-the earth soaks up my tears
A piece of my soul
Turning to dust;
And like dust, I rise
A storm of stardust
On moonstruck madness..
The sky calls out my name at dawn
Sparking the sun on my breast..
I am a child of the earth
The darkness and the light
The truth, the lie
Sorrow and joy
It's all there in the
Pen that I wield.
#free verse
Idiolect
Somewhere
Between
The silence
And the pause
I try to find the words
I write a love letter to Cupid
My
Syllables
All
Wrong.
PoetPerfect
Dear Poets, Writers Dedicated to you all You are the indigo riding my mind The purple wisdom in my bosom The logic that becomes my instinct The instinct that pulls my gut Your priceless ink shapes emerald words Like blooms woven in the white of paper You are The calming in the wild beating of my heart Adrenaline pulsing my blood stream The dreams behind my eyelids The taste of music on my lips as I sing The songs that still the rising chaos of a thousand pleas My wired mind magnetized by the sage brilliance That nourishes the trust You perfect the poetry You become the poetry The PoetPerfect.
Poet And Muse
I write from my soul to yours I undress my heart to show you my scars. Crimson-tinged words need no pages Scattering into synapse spaces. The pain spills as blood blue ink Dipped in the inkwell of syllabic sync. Hold my words close to your heart They are my soul's oxygen chart. I am a poet who paints with her pen To frame my page with your name again and again.
Magnolia Reveries
Alphabets become jeweled figurines
Like studded stars drip-dropping
Sparkling confetti on a magnolia vignette…
I sit in quiet solitude breathing in the solace of sepia memories…crocheting a borealis in my solstice day
Syllables of Monet flame
A potpourri of poesies
Galaxy’s champagne
Serenades my rosette fire
Kaleidoscopic eloquence
Needling a mantle of chrome waltzes
A phonographic euphoria
Etching a musky interlude
Of shared tears
Radiating scarlet of an Amaryllis quill…
Magnolia Reveries
Alphabets become jeweled figurines
Like studded stars drip-dropping
Sparkling confetti on a magnolia vignette...
I sit in quiet solitude breathing in the solace of sepia memories...crocheting a borealis in my solstice day
Syllables of Monet hues flame
A potpourri of poesies
Galaxy's champagne
Serenades my rosette fire
Kaleidoscopic eloquence
Needling a mantle of chrome waltzes
A phonographic euphoria
Etching a musky interlude
Of shared tears
Radiating scarlet of an Amaryllis quill...
Along Came A Spider
Along came a spider An eight legged rider. In her web, I espied a fly Other insects came to say goodbye. The spider's sting operation Causing pain sensation. Spidey's silken seduction Makes no cause for affection. An intrepid with her labyrinth Her stealth is her fingerprint. She never trips in her net Her web is her bayonet. She walks and stalks a silky trail Rigging a web to catch the frail. Spiders are seen and never heard They wield a most unlikely sword.
Poetry: The perfect noun
If I had wings to fly I would go to the scarlet moon On the wings of a diamond night Trying to live again Because the poet in me cannot die I would go in search of my muse I would go in search of eternity.. Under an ancient sky That spills the sun in my hair Wildflowers in my eyes Poetry on my lips When the wind sings on my skin Broken heartstrings kindle a lilt Clouds weep into the blue My soul goes sleepless As the moon and sun wake together Feeding my soul with ink In a silence that goes ballistic A quill that needs to be tranquilized I idolize thoughts that spring From poetry.. My mind stops hurting I crash my hourglass..
Moonbeams dance
moonbeams dance on my pillow this unknown summer night venus blooms like cereus in an ebony sky a hushed wind carries My dreams to you I pick up my pen...
A Thin Snowman
As the sun gets brighter
My snowman gets lighter
Odin’s Mead
Sitting in solitude
She feels his words rise on her breath
Like an angel he sparks her soul
Lighting her wings
Letting her fly
Hé graces her ink
Making it distinct
He is her symphony that serenades silence in time's
frame.
She feels his touch
Golden , fragrant
His knowledge eternal
His wisdom in her heartbeat radiant
His breath wraps a tune in her head
She forgets her pain
Because there is laughter
shared..
Demesne’s Windsong
Turquoise sky droops into endless vista as
Ambrosial blooms charm in the cowslip
Bees, birds, butterflies trail scented fuchsia
An indulgent zephyr tumbles sheep grazing
Rolling meadows filled with amber gorse
Aurum sunbeams reflect wind song on feathery course
Hummingbirds feast on woodbine honeysuckle
As demesnes of spring unfold to bedazzle.
Sea Girls Fishing
sea gulls preening
a balancing act
red booted, pink fluted
1:02 A.M
I search for myself and find me in your words..
Morning Jog
morning jog
at the pond my emotions
flow in arabesque
Clouds Waltz
clouds waltz the night sky
treetops calligraph in between
Utahan15
armed with rain
perhaps
Yassie
Thunder claps
On goes raincoat capes
As lightening drapes
Landscape spins water tracks
Utahan15
orange air
dank and fetid everywhere
she wrote and i took note
shirley you kid
no cults allowed
nor wanted
in reply
i taunted
peace
yassie
dank air
tepid drink sipped morosely
Clockwork orange clock tick tock
Cult beats belt out numbers
you taunt
peace .. just a sign up there
Desert Dawn
sunrise in the desert-
the smell of sand
in my coffee..
Primal Fire
© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025
time and distance mean
nothing, to souls that were joined
in the primal fire;
but, in poverty of flesh,
we forget too easily.
yassie
time and distance
are intangible
mortal is dust to dust
souls live eternal
© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025
beyond boundaries,
where darkness dissolves, we live
forever, as one.
yassie
bound but unbounded
in a bond that knows no darkness
eternity knows us as one
© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025
how ephemeral,
this world of flesh and shadow,
where dreams die, alone;
I long to find home, in dawn’s,
boundless ocean of soul-fire.
yassie
our souls burn with a fire
untamed and raw
it’s embers smouldering
with undying love
our dreams have a home in our hearts.
© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025
I’ve died too often,
my pain filling the heavens
with fire, forever.
yassie
your death renews life
a promise of immortality
your fire burns bright
© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025
all death is but change,
overseen beyond the stars,
where flames can’t be quenched;
hope waits for the endless day
when we blaze, ever unchanged.
yassie
we will burn bright
our flames unquenched
hope is a blaze that will sparkle
even the darkest shadows
death is just the pause…
© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025
illusion of time,
death dissolves, for we stand firm
in eternity;
we burn now, ever present,
in life’s immortal passion.
yassie
time eludes
the present leaves us delusional
but for eternal peace, the immortal
passion can never be forgotten
© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025
beyond these bodies,
mere dreams of our greater selves,
we ache to embrace;
the souls cannot be parted
from desire’s immolation
yassie
temporary beings
caught up on dreams:
in the embrace of reveries
we often forget realities
that flame our desires
© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025
my hope that, one day,
I will pass through this life’s veil,
to be free, at last;
I long to know home, again,
to rejoin my ancient love.
yassie
i want freedom from
this claustrophobic world
to pass on and live among the birds
for me, home will be the sky
that I will fly
© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025
on a wild mountain
I learned the wind is the breath
and song of the heart;
it’s theme is the wider sky
where the spirit cries freedom .
yassie
my heart bled a wildflower song
a violet fragrance wrapped my breath
my spirit pulsed wild and free
hugging the mountains in complete abandon
© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025
all spirit is wild-
the untamed storm, fire and ice,
riding the ages;
we will be, and ever were,
the cry of love and fury.
yassie
our spirits ride the storm
the fire that burns, burns us not,
the ice frosts not our desire
the cry that echoes in our universe
spills from our bosom like a plea of love
© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025
we are primal fire,
feral, uncontrolled, and ice
of sparkling crystal;
howl with me, through all aeons,
psalms of the spirit’s passion.
yassie
i will cry with you, burn with you
let’s torch this sparkling crystal
watch it melt and make a new shine
with the melody of the soul’s fire
© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025
I would lose myself
in the madness of the love
that overwhelms all;
the final conflagration
which consumes us, forever .
Lilium & Jasmine
LiaThePoet
winter jasmine
letters in a silent dark
fragrance of the stars
Yassie
lay of fleur~de~lis
lilium breaths sparkle the night
wild stars stain ebon
LiaThePoet
a warm hearth
on the snowy mountain
I shed my coat
for this cottage
is the lost and found
Yassie
keep the fire burning
distant mountains disappear
this cottage glows warmly
LiaThePoet
and here I am
where I did not imagine
meeting myself
as if for the first time
Yassie
coming face to face
soul’s soliloquy
sonants of consciousness
LiaThePoet
winter, jasmine-
the night
glowing within us
Yassie
cold moon, cereus~
shadows of the night
illumine your eyes
LiaThePoet
dawn at the window
of her iris:
I pick up this new coat of stars
and borrow it
for a day
Yassie
indigo of dawn
translucent stars
chrysanthemums in the azure..
yaskhan 
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