I tried something different for this poem. It is an acrostic First Love, and has the same connotation related to stardust and first love. Hope you like it! From the begining of time Iridescent as we run, Racing pasts the worlds Silent little wanderers – Tracking the lost. Lingering, beyond the cause Overwhelmed, it was an instant spark; Venturing past the edge Eternally clad in … Continue reading Stardust
A symphony of Joy and sorrow; A blend With a hope for ‘morrow, The harshest winds And the pandering pain Pulverized, the moment You gaze into the The fog That subdues the planes. For a little while, The tainted, With the innocence of the snow Shall rise – to live on another day. Continue reading The song of winter
A rather overloaded mind, In this silence, ajar – With the daydreams And wordless songs. An unresolved call To the closed lips. The mirth Of just looking Within and beyond. Continue reading Taciturn
Surreptitiously taming the Inner beast, Luring the disarry Into a woundless peace. Silence, in the middle of The roads that have ceased To sleep. Continue reading Silence
Like the Tides, rising and falling – You will go on Faltering and fading, Reborn and perservering. A single spark In the murk – Time pouring through, The laden hearts Plummeting through the impossible dark; We will prevail. Continue reading Time
Brave the storm And find the mellow snow – Like a melody In the midst of agony; A talisman To soothe your soul. Continue reading The storm
Remember, but don’t fall Into the spirals that Seclude your heart. In this moment Not a single tear – Gasping – reborn, heart and body clear. Continue reading Acrostic – Rising
Blended the opposites, And sanity was tamed, Living among the Pandering sycophants; Love and life remains The charade of the lands. We stay here – Mastering faces Over the shadows of the sun, We flow with the wind, far away. 。 Iridescent light and impossibly dark, Rise to form the fate as we know Amidst the order, a chaotic game Time and time again, yet … Continue reading Moira
We walk this path, Without a single catch, While the splash of black Creeps into the sullen track; White aglow This morning call A smile stuck Like an everlasting sketch – Colors inverted, In this stately deck. ° Can’t seem to focus, Can never be part of a blend. What is happening? Oh, my precious kin – The hue that holds them all And the … Continue reading Symbolism: Perspective
A lonely path, Yet, from the painted path We shall rise, Marching towards the door, Claw your way through, The locks that bind you To be lost. ♡ Continue reading The Door
Brunilda Writes 