Twilight Poems
People's Voice at the End of Twilight
by Ayatullah Nurjati
at the edge of the red twilight, the voice of the people echoed weakly.
In unheard whispers, there is hope that is increasingly fading.
The streets are full of grey dust, leaving footprints without a new destination.
Behind the glitter of the bustling city, they are overlooked in a gloomy shadow of silence and peace. The voices of the people who are tired of screaming, reaching for justice which is increasingly difficult.
Burned by empty promises, but still hopeful in wounded hope.
Dusk turns into dark night, But the voice never went away. In the hearts of those who continue to groan, there is a prayer that strengthens the weary soul.
Deep Blue
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
hyacinth macaws
perched in their black cherry tree
periwinkle skies
the moon's fully blue
shining on hydrangeas
squawking in the air
beginning of dreams
the end of the golden road
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Voice of the Voiceless
by Ayatullah Nurjati
In twilight’s fading glow, a voice stirs unseen,
It is the song of those from shadows gleaned.
They Walk with broken backs, hands worn and bruised,
Society’s edges, abandoned and used.
Is justice but a whispered prayer in the dark?
Or does it stand, a flame, a fierce spark?
To the powers that sleep in golden halls,
Hear now the cry from those who crawl.
......
I Am Not You
by Ayatullah Nurjati
I am the ambiguous
You are the mute
I am the rigid
Because I’m not the serene like you
I’m turbulent with the twilight veil
You, all of you are souls sighing - again cheerful in the shoes of certainty
I am the me who was lost by your greed ……, because you are whore
then I ask….? Who am I?
I am a striped human
......
Sunset by Michael R. Burch
by Michael R. Burch
Sunset
by Michael R. Burch
for my grandfather, George Edwin Hurt Sr., on the day he departed this life
Between the prophecies of morning
and twilight’s revelations of wonder,
the sky is ripped asunder.
The moon lurks in the clouds,
......
I Am Not You
by Ayatullah Nurjati
I am the ambiguous
You are the mute
I am the rigid
Because I’m not the serene like you
I’m turbulent with the twilight veil
You, all of you are souls sighing - again cheerful in the shoes of certainty
I am the me who was lost by your greed ……, because you are whore
then I ask….? Who am I?
I am a striped human
......
Voice of the Voiceless
by Ayatullah Nurjati
In twilight’s fading glow, a voice stirs unseen,
It is the song of those from shadows gleaned.
They Walk with broken backs, hands worn and bruised,
Society’s edges, abandoned and used.
Is justice but a whispered prayer in the dark?
Or does it stand, a flame, a fierce spark?
To the powers that sleep in golden halls,
Hear now the cry from those who crawl.
......
People's Voice at the End of Twilight
by Ayatullah Nurjati
at the edge of the red twilight, the voice of the people echoed weakly.
In unheard whispers, there is hope that is increasingly fading.
The streets are full of grey dust, leaving footprints without a new destination.
Behind the glitter of the bustling city, they are overlooked in a gloomy shadow of silence and peace. The voices of the people who are tired of screaming, reaching for justice which is increasingly difficult.
Burned by empty promises, but still hopeful in wounded hope.
Dusk turns into dark night, But the voice never went away. In the hearts of those who continue to groan, there is a prayer that strengthens the weary soul.
Sunset by Michael R. Burch
by Michael R. Burch
Sunset
by Michael R. Burch
for my grandfather, George Edwin Hurt Sr., on the day he departed this life
Between the prophecies of morning
and twilight’s revelations of wonder,
the sky is ripped asunder.
The moon lurks in the clouds,
......
Blue on Blue
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
blue jay way up high
a peacock on the river
forget-me-not dusk
sea holly shimmer
the blue dandelion days
sapphires in starlight
wet starfish creeping
starling in hydrangeas
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