By Miranda Clarity
Nightmare of tragic death to Atlantis— so special to me— that great island in the Sea. Drowned with no further breath— lurched and submerged beneath deep water— her heart beating no longer. Vanished and purged, leaving just the memory of her power; the ages-old legacy of her ancient beauty in full flower. Forever now at rest, laying deep— but unforgotten— within the darkest chasm of that great ocean’s chest.
A rejected flower, her beauty, no power. She lays dejected, alone, on cold, harsh stone.
Prayer for a Dark Angel
The darkness of her soul, locked up, held deep within only a costume of light on display without. She seethes inside with seemingly timeless scars of the past behind the cold steel bars of her tortured mind. Cuts unhealed, still bleeding deep, they steal life from her soul as she sleeps. She is lifeless inside, a dull misery aching within, and spiteful hatred spits from her mouth— reaction contrary to the beauty she shows without. She is a dark angel, stuck in time, her flame burned out on a starless night. Her truth and her light stolen; cut out from under her own soul; vanished even from her own eyes and like gossamer, seemingly cannot be caught again. I look upon her and wonder: what would she be like if her light was set free? If her eyes could see the beauty of truth again? A flower unfolded, touched once more by sun’s ray or caressed by the silver thread of moonlight. I pray she opens back up to herself and pierces her seemingly soulless night to let her own goodness shine through. I hope she sheds the darkness to walk forward— an angel of light.
Night Has Come
Yellow Moon awakens……and slowly begins her climb……into the Heavens to look once more……upon her kingdom. The clouds, hanging low……shift in color. White and gray……become various shades of orange, pink and purple……then fade into indigo……as the Sun relinquishes her throne……to the new Moon. Night has come……
Love, real love, is an ever-lasting and eternal flame Of passion, desire and joy kindled within one’s heart, spreading out through each Vein of energy and emotion to Enrapture the object of its devotion.
Haunted by Shadows of Lost Love
Wrapped in the warmth of sun’s embrace, all I see: the emblem of my lost lover’s face. Beneath sun’s fire yet still cold inside, his shadow haunts me in the early morning light. Killed in a war he shouldn’t have had to fight, I mourn his loss every day and every night. Pounded by the rain from these clouds so low all I hear: the bullets as he took his final blow. Beneath wet sheet of rain yet my body feels numb while inside writhing in pain as I come undone. That was a war he should have survived and won and come back home to meet his little boy, his son. Outlined by light of gorgeous moon above, all I feel: the ache of being too soon separated from my love. Beneath its yellow light of lace yet no beauty do I see only the ever-present anguish of losing him knows me. In silence I yell curses to the war that took him from me— for we should be without war; and all men should be free.
a darkness so deep devoid of light a chasm black as darkest night no sun no moon no stars locked behind these steel bars no more days no more dawn not even twilight I’m caught in the broken heart of your extinguished light I’ve lost the fight on this darkest of nights my heart an empty bowl writhing within my soul shattered and scattered no longer whole torn into tiny fragments tiny pieces of what used to be of the beauty I used to see when your eyes used to smile at me now on the brink as I sink deep ponder endlessly and think I roam in misery as my heart weeps of grief and this loss so deep I feel the pain and I see dark red stain lost blood of my broken heart as I contemplate how to make a new start but in darkness there is truth in truth there is light and from light comes life it springs forth where death has been a new beginning to this dark end
Good night means a lot this time and while there is a definite pain and sorrow… I know at some point, joy will come again in some hopefully not too distant tomorrow. I will cling to that hope as I learn how to cope and I will remember what you said… just before you passed, just before you left me at the end: “Through the darkness, there is yet to be found more light, and what our future holds is far more bright and will be filled with even more delight.” And with the gifts you’ve given to me, I will let these be my beacons of hope— the wonders of our world—that will keep you forever in my mind, so that your love and your light I will always find.
inside a hole my heart and soul an empty bowl a flightless dove with broken love and heart’s shame
The Wind’s Call
First… tiny droplets of rain— nature’s tears—fall, an echo of her pain. I hear the wind’s call. The wind, she screams— screams loud and shrill. In fury, she screams, through forests, over hill. I hear the wind’s call.
Miranda Clarity is an emerging poet who currently lives in California. She has been writing poetry since the age of 12 but never considered getting her work published until recently. She is now, at age 39, working to get her poetry published to spread messages of truth, peace and beauty during these turbulent times in the world.
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Enjoyed reading Miranda Clarity’s work very much. Could definitely relate to the pain and darkness and then found myself uplifted with the promise of light and freedom her poems reference. Thank you.