Poetry

Thematic Poetry

Moonlight

Moonlight. It shines ever brightly; It glows on the edge of the basin.
Hauntingly gazing, the Moon, through the dark – with the light it does hasten.
Darkened, the depths of the water beneath it does shimmer with moonshine;
Mirroring all the crepuscular features – it sings to the skyline.

Blowing, the wind finds a path through the thicket of evergreen pine trees.
Greenery turning to darkness, it swallows the moonlight with great ease;
Swaying and rocking, the leaves and the branches – they dance with a measure;
Marking the coastline, the forest – it beckons the night beasts with pleasure.

Pulling the tide, as it fills up the heavens with luminous power –
Reaching the peak of its monstrous potential upon the twelfth hour;
Primal, encompassing fear, trepidation and curious urges –
This does the Moon in the sky represent every night it emerges.

Caliginous

Caliginous empyrean envelopes all biology;
Celestial and hauntingly – with emptiness it permeates.
And likened to the countless worlds whose shining stars it constellates,
The eventide eternally supports our whole chronology.

The heartlessness of mortal men, whose troublesome acuity,
Engenders them, with fearsomeness – deliberately ignorant,
Atrocities of hatred, with the burdens of their violent
Ferocities of carelessness; it’s born of their vacuity.

As winter and obscurity – the pale and the obsidian,
The essence whose frigidity and bleakness has its clarity,
Enraptures with cacophonous, tumultuous serenity,
Their hearts are then encircled with the coils of the ophidian.

Hyperbole

Ornamental, hyperbolic words and phrases
We do utter when expressing what amazes
Us about all of the things we are enjoying -
With gesticulating hands we are employing.

Though it’s really not so literal, it surely 
Isn’t criminal to voice it all so freely;
With the boldness and the humor in our actions,
Is the value they provide as our distractions.

All the flavors of our language aren’t pollution
To be managed - nor a flaw in our locution;
There is more to our expression with some drama,
And a bit of some exaggerated trauma.

The Rain

The rain does fall upon the ground
With many cool and drenching drops.
It makes a loud yet soothing sound.
The rain does fall upon the ground
To make a path that is has found 
Until the storm completely stops.
The rain does fall upon the ground
With many cool and drenching drops.

Warmth

As the charred wood makes a hiss there,
In our home's hearths that its flames warms,
It's the bright sun in a clime fair
That we yearn for - through the cold storms
When the thawed frost turns to sweet air.

Macabre

All of those beneath their weathered gravestones -
Lined with crows and autumn’s leaves arraying,
Speak to us through silent, pallid cold bones
As their ancient bodies are decaying.
Spirits, magic, mischief and its dark tones
Fill the chilly, spice-filled air - displaying
Harvest’s climate and, for us, the reason
Death’s romance extends beyond this season.

Castle

The floating, skyward castle there
Is built from ancient quarried stone;
With secret magic in the air
Does float the kingdom's storied throne.

Above majestic, rolling hills
The floating, skyward castle there
With bold, enchanting creatures fills -
Their varied features strange and rare.

The bounty of the lively faire
With food and games does fill the court;
The floating, skyward castle there
Is filled with wonder, jest and sport.

With mages, knights and artists too,
These halls through magic deeds are where
The bravest souls, with strength endue
The floating, skyward castle there.

Eyes

The creeping fog - it fills the night,
And hides from you its watching eyes.
The noise you heard in dwindled light -
It sounds to you like anguished cries.

Your beating heart and building fright -
It almost hides what that implies.
The creeping fog - it fills the night,
And hides from you its watching eyes.

The tension grows - your chest so tight,
As growling echoes through the skies.
Obscured its source, and all your sight,
You pray your tracks you can disguise.
The creeping fog - it fills the night,
And hides from you its watching eyes.

Blood

Corrupted minds
In hatred finds
The evil arts 
Of tainted hearts.

Through vicious bites,
In lonely nights,
The sanguine dark
Will leave its mark.

The vampire's thirst -
It drives them first
And finds their thralls
When darkness falls

Viridian

Viridian, conifer forests and valleys so tender -
The liveliest color in nature that sprouts from the fertile
And darkest of soil; It's the leaves that are supple and slender
Which grow from the towering branches - so verdant and gentile.

The emerald tones we enjoy with our eyes and emotions
Embody their vigor and peace through the calmest and slowest
Of growth with both grasses and leaves in meandering motions -
From up in the tallest of trees and the ground that is lowest.

Pastures

The dreaming sheep in pastures cool and green
Beneath the moon and countless stars are seen;
The shepherd tends to their innate desires
And nurtures sleeping whimsy's inner scene.

The night, as sharp alertness then expires,
Does lead the flock to sleep their day requires;
The sheep who graze upon enchanted sod
Do leap past fences as delighted fliers.

The herd which slumbers as a wooly squad
Does quell the fearsome beasts - both fanged and clawed;
Protected by their herder and his dog,
Their dreams are guided by his staff and rod.

Silence

The vigilant viper is quick and so very perceptive.
For victims their virulent venom is held and restricted
In fangs so retracted and coils that are tight and constricted.
Their solitude's solace is brief and in truth so deceptive.
The vigilant viper is quick and so very perceptive.

Upon them society's standards of snakes are inflicted -
Although that their feelings about them are mixed and conflicted.
This serpent is cautious but calm if you're fair and receptive.
The vigilant viper is quick and so very perceptive.

As vicious and vengeful through fear as their hearts are depicted,
His motives and values are simple and more than predicted
By all of the mindless through hate with mistrust are conceptive.
The vigilant viper is quick and so very perceptive.

Otters

Smiling, slender otters swimming
Fill the fertile waters - brimming
Brooks whose fertile, flowing rivers,
Give these creatures' fur the shivers.
Brooks for fish they're surely skimming.

Waters

With great strength are cold fast and clear brooks
That flow through the green vales in deep nooks.
The scaled fish and thin eels do swim there
And birds call with loud tones in crisp air
To bring forth their plumed forms and grand looks.

Garden

The verdant, hidden garden den
With gentle beasts is teeming there.
The leaves and flowers fill the glen –
Enwreathing walls of stone so bare.

Enchanted hedges there do fill
The verdant, hidden garden den
As talking creatures there do thrill
With games the eager gals and men.

With wondrous friends, both now and then,
The clime sustains most pleasant moods.
The verdant, hidden garden den
Is filled with drinks and tasty foods.

Behind the veil of eerie mists,
Through magic’s charming call is when,
With all our purest dreams, exists
The verdant, hidden garden den.

Spring

Spring arrives with supple leaves and blooming flowers -
Bathed in gentle rains and blowing vernal breezes.
As the golden, beaming sun displays its powers,
Spring arrives with supple leaves and blooming flowers -
Bringing vibrant floral shades in daylight hours.
Through the nights whose coolness creatures surely eases,
Spring arrives with supple leaves and blooming flowers -
Bathed in gentle rains and blowing vernal breezes.

Ocean

In the depths of tumultuous seas
Are the fish and each tentacled beast.
It's the sharks with the prey that they seize 
That are kings and the queens of the brine.
All the shades which our vision does please 
Are quite vibrant in coral and scales.
As the waters do swirl in the breeze,
It's the creatures which swim as they feast
In the oceans whose residents ease.

Raucous

The manic monkey makes his presence known.
Through raucous noise he shares a mirthful jest.
With beaming pride and grit he works the best –
Through traits and treasured skills he’s sure to hone.

In every way his strength and wit have shown,
He’s sure to boldly laugh and rarely stressed. 
The manic monkey makes his presence known.
Through raucous noise he shares a mirthful jest.

A party monkey to the end, he’s grown
A band of friends who dance, imbibe and test
Themselves with banter made in every fest.
With work complete, and jokes to make them moan,
The manic monkey makes his presence known.