Flecks of Varied Colors

[Poetry] Gone are the Dark Clouds

Gone are the Dark Clouds

The world was grey like a canvas washed with rain,
My spirit dampened, where joy was a distant flare.
Each step was a struggle, burdened by the strain
Of doubts and fears, a soul adrift in a nightmare.

But then a whisper as soft as summer breeze,
Stirred in the depths like a flicker of light.
And hope was a fragile seed, began to please,
Pushing through shadows, yearning for the bright.

Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind,
The sun breaks through - a golden, warm embrace.
A newfangled strength, a purpose I can find,
A smile returns to my long-weary face.

The path ahead, though winding, now seems clear,
Life once bleak, now vibrant where sorrows disappear.

WRITTEN FOR: ""Like a Song" Poetry Contest"

| "Poetic Traditions Poetry Contest "

PROMPT: Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
LINE COUNT: 14 lines

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Dark Horror/Scary Poetry Writing

[Poetry] Beneath the Summer Moon

Gervic 0

In cabins nestled deep within the wood,
Where ancient trees and shadows intertwine,
A tale of summer's secrets will unfold,
Beneath the full moon's ethereal shine.

Vacationers and travelers seek solace there,
To escape the world's relentless pace,
But lurking in the twilight's silent snare,
A vampire's ancient lineage takes its place.

With fangs bared and eyes that gleam with night,
He roams the woods, a creature of the dark,
His thirst for blood — a haunting, primal plight,
A solitary soul, a lonely spark.

Yet, in the depths of summer's moonlit night,
A wolf howls, a challenge to the foe,
His primal spirit, fierce and wild and bright,
A guardian of the forest, ever-so.

A battle brews, a clash of ancient foes,
The vampire's cunning, the wolf's raw might,
Beneath the summer moon, their conflict grows,
A spectacle of darkness and of light.

Prompt: Write a poem with these words: Summer, Vacation, Travel, Cabin, Full Moon, Vampire, Wolf
Written for: "Spirits at Lighthouses Contest"

Line Count: 20 Lines

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Inspirational Love Poetry Spiritual Writing

[Poem] Seal of Love

Gervic 0

Seal of Love

Beneath a velvet cloak of stars, where moonlight paints the velvet night,
Your voice, a tender tremor, pierces through the silent flight.
"Set me as a seal," you plead, a vow upon the breeze,
A promise etched in starlight, carried through the ancient trees.

Not on cold, unyielding stone, nor bound by ink's dull decree,
But carved within the chambers where the heart beats wild and free.
Upon your arm, a signet forged in passion's vibrant hold,
A whispered promise echoing, a story yet untold.

For love, they say, a flame that dances with the reaper's hand,
A phoenix rising from the ashes, even in a barren land.
But jealousy, a serpent with eyes that gleam and dart,
Guards its domain with venom, whispering doubt within the heart.

Yet bind me near, where starlight paints the shadows soft and deep,
Two souls entwined, in dreams where love's own secrets sleep.
Not etched on stone, but flesh where pulses thrum and sing,
A symphony of passion, on love's eternal wing.

Remember, love, the tender dawn of days gone by,
When hesitant steps ventured down paths beneath a blushing sky.
But eyes met deep, a spark ignited, fierce and bright,
A love's own ember, kindled by the moon's ethereal light.

Through laughter's chime and tears that freely fell like rain,
We wove a fabric of trust, with threads that wouldn't wane.
Moments woven, dreams whispered on the wind's gentle sigh,
A symphony of passion painted across the open sky.

Now, let this seal, a proof in flesh and beating rhyme,
Stand tall against the battles fought, the victories claimed in time.
A promise etched upon your heart, where love's fierce fire takes hold,
A beacon burning brightly, braver than the winter's cold.

Like ancient oaks, our roots entwined beneath the ground,
Our love shall grow, where whispered secrets can be found.
Against the storm, our branches bend and sway in graceful dance,
Forever tethered, yet unbound, given free expanse.

And when the years have spun their silver thread, and age paints lines,
This seal of love, a memory that forever shines,
Will whisper tales of passion's enduring might,
A proof to love that burns eternal, ever bright.

So wear it proudly, my love, this mark upon your skin,
A signet etched in fire, where true devotion wins.
For love, like death, will hold us in its potent sway,
And jealousy's fierce grip will melt and fade away.

For in our souls, a pyre burns steady, warm, and true,
A love that binds, transcends, a yearning ever new.
And though the world may change, and seasons shift and turn,
This seal of love will forever burn, a beacon we discern.

Remember, love, when shadows veil the sun's warm ray,
This seal proclaims, "Our journey has just begun this day."
A whispered vow, upon the heart forever signed,
Two souls entwined, a love that fate itself has defined.

But know this too, my love, this seal we share and wear,
Is not a chain that binds, but wings upon the air.
For trust takes flight on love's celestial breeze,
Two souls unbound, yet tethered near, forever at ease.

So let us dance, beneath the moonlit canopy,
With spirits free, and love that soars eternally.
This seal a symbol, not of burdens we must bear,
But of two hearts, forever intertwined, a love beyond compare.

From whispered plea beneath the moonlit dome,
This seal of love becomes our eternal home.
Two souls forever etched in passion's fire,
Bound by trust, a love that will forever transpire.

PROMPT:
Set me as a seal upon your heart,
as a seal upon your arm,
for love is strong as death,
jealousy is fierce as the grave
¬Song Of Solomon 8:6.

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