They rang at her temples a song

They rang at her temples a song
6 May 2021
Courtesy pinterest.com
She was on a ship to be sold
Pirates around her swarmed anew
Cuts in her skin were quite a few
So ran her blood like liquid gold

Streaming to write stories untold
The pen inked bloody red wrote long
Her heart kept its pulse ever strong
On went her heartbeats with a throb
Her throat retained many a sob
They rang at her temples a song

Reading of the poem:
Pranamystic - Shaman’s dream
Based on challenge by Ronovan Writes using the word “Gold” in line A of the decima.
In brief, for a Décima, there are 10 lines of poetry that rhyme and there must be 8 syllables per line.
There is a Set Rhyming Pattern we must stick to: ABBAACCDDC or ABBA/ACCDDC.
For more information or to view other contributions, please follow the link here
https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/05/05/ronovan-writes-decima-poetry-challenge-prompt-no-56-gold-in-the-a-rhyme-line/ 

You can also view a full explanation regarding the Décima here
https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/04/16/how-to-write-an-espinela-or-decima-poem/

When the Angels cry

When the Angels cry

31 May 2017

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Courtesy Paige Mireles rosemm on deviantart.com

 

Darkness stood

A ground in sinking

Blaring black

Symbols drawn

Remnants of my pen inking

Contours of demise

 

We will rise

In the wings that flap

Tomorrows

Sails ahead

The heart in light like arrows

Integrity shot

 

Unveiled hot

Smoldering pits wake

Soul in stake

Of choices

The senseless balance forsake

When the Angels cry

 

Reading of the poem: 

Angels cry haserot angel The Blondera
Courtesy The Blondera

City of Angels – Thirty seconds to Mars

The colours of us

The colours of us

1 March 2016

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Courtesy en.wikipedia.org

 

Radiant

Your presence a gift

I unwrap

In silence

You are present in absence

Soundless story told

 

Love defines

Landscapes of hushed pines

Ringing soft

Needles’ rhymes

Working their magic mending

Tattered souls of old

 

Trails are cold

The scent of heart stays

Beyond stamps

Of meaning

Beyond the doubts now clearing

Remnants of footsteps

 

I am strong

Will more than biceps

Birthing stars

I exhale

Stories of love told on Mars

Which fierce spears inhale

 

Eye to eye

We meet our semblance

In mirrors

Of bright words

The shepherd beckons to herds

Through staff in the pen

 

Clucking hen

Cooped up in the dark

Her wings torn

Her eyes wild

She loses a daily child

Harvests of the mark

 

Trading point

Our prayers now joint

Hidden walls

Cold membranes

Count of numerous blue valves

Between Heart and brains

 

We see not

The wilting jasmine

That invokes

Scent of spring

The ghost of love that we bring

It beckons dying

 

We will dance

Like sightless flowers

Pliable

Bending slow

To the winds orchestrating

The colours of us

 

Reading of the poem: 

colours favim com

He needs me – Hindi Zahra

The Man I Love – Hindi Zahra

Stand up – Hindi Zahra

Silence – Hindi Zahra

At the same time – Hindi Zahra

Beautiful Tango – Hindi Zahra