In shadows deep, where light retreats,
The darkness dances, whispers, greets.
A canvas black, a mystic night,
Concealing tales, out of sight.
Yet in its grasp, a beauty lies,
A cosmic dance beneath the skies.
Stars emerge, their shimmering plea,
A celestial waltz in mystery.
The night, a cloak, both soft and deep,
Where secrets in the shadows seep.
Moonlight paints a silver song,
In darkness, where dreams belong.
Fear not the dark, embrace its art,
For every end is a fresh start.
In the realm of shadows, stark,
Find the glow within the dark.
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Author:
Chiki (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 4th, 2023 00:23
- Category: Surrealist
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- Users favorite of this poem: Soman Ragavan
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Comments3
If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
My comments on the poem "Darkness” by Chiki1601
“whispers…
Concealing tales, out of sight…
The night, a cloak…
In darkness, where dreams belong…
In the realm of shadows, stark…”
The words also apply to other circumstances, in a Chaucerian way…
See the poem “Whispers of the Pleasure District: A Tale of Lahore’s After-Dark Secrets” by Laraib Fatima on this site.
Soman Ragavan. 4 October, 2023. //
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The imagery and rhyme within this is truly beautiful. Love the line, "Fear not the dark, embrace its art".
Thank you 😊
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