Death, Despair, and Hope
The Emperor, the Harbinger of Death
Somewhere deep in the unknown
Hides a strange little creature
So little, invisible to the naked eye
But nobody thought
This little creature would one day come
Like an emperor ready to conquer
Bringing terror to the world.
The emperor approached me, with head full of crowns
I feel suffocated, unable to calm down
Thinking to myself what is happening to me
While wishing this reality is just one of a dream, this nightmare to end
And so I strengthen my will,
My body starts to blaze
Feeling hot and cold
While looking at the aloof little emperor
Not knowing what to do as I cough blood
And the pressure burrying me to the ground
And thinking wishful thinking
Like another day, I'll soon die
Lately realizing his just but a little emperor,
But I have God.
About the poem
This poem is about the covid virus which brings terror to the whole world making all things to become new. This poem also shows the perspective of being a covid patient, being helpless, their fate either good or bad but we just need to have faith and leave everything to God.
World of Whites
When your breathing relaxes
And all you can see
Are the endless sea of white flowers
People in black holding white chrysanthemum
Tears caressing their faces
And only you realize they're looking
At your sleeping flesh.
Alas, time goes too fast
To prepare for this, to leave your dearest ones
Only to wait and wait
As the flesh rot
Coming back to the cold rough ground
Of the world where you were first born.
About the poem
This poem is about death. The perspective of a dead person looking at his/her own grave. Maybe with regrets or something i may not know. This poem is dedicated for those people who passed away due to covid.
The Eclipse
When half the sun rose in midnight skies
Bloodlust respawns, moon closes its eyes
The tales of the past, they've awaken
As demons rampages, seals all broken
Then comes the wicked laughter of the winds
As the anguish cries of silence blends.
Oh forest of death, why always play
With life that will most likely wither away.
Oh chilly night, why tear blood?
As darkness shrouded by darkness of clouds
Gather ye roses of agony why ye may
Forlorn sent of lilac remembered o'er hope led astray.
About the poem
This poem depicts the struggles of the people around the world. Losing hope, despair gnawing the hearts of each one of us. Losing jobs, their love ones, helpless situation of the poor, lack of food etc. is happening in every corner of the world. Lets help one another for the better world.
Before Dawn
I see a silk, or like a waterfall
Its color like that of the midnight skies
The luster brilliance of the star
Shone along with the lazy new moon
Until days passed, shocked
Of the new changes
Where there shone a half moon
Only it has black luster in it
Like a waterfall stopped midway
Giving a new feeling, a new look
Something changes
Somewhere also changes
And there will be a feeling
Of being struck by lightning of epiphany.
T'was a call of minute
Awoken from the stupor,
But hours seemed to pass like a few seconds
Only I've realized that
The deeper you delve into the night,
The easier it is to watch the dawn with both eyes closed.
© 2020 DawnToDusk
Comments
DawnToDusk (author) from Philippines on August 30, 2020:
Thank you
Zuni from Scotland on August 29, 2020:
Well written
DawnToDusk (author) from Philippines on August 28, 2020:
Thank you Sir Umesh for the appreciation.
Umesh Chandra Bhatt from Kharghar, Navi Mumbai, India on August 28, 2020:
Nice compositions. Enjoyable reading.