Kyrielle Poetry and Sestina Poetry

The Shadows Of The Trees (Kyrielle Poetry)

Ships at the horizon appear black and white in game
Wet rocks by way of the crisp air reflect the sunset light.
The sky painted in mauve spreads foamy clouds in flame
The shadows of the trees stay forever white.

In browsing for the sea, which is so far away,
And operating more than rocks, the river holds the evening.
The man is standing guard in waiting for the day
The shadows of the trees stay forever white.

Behind the horizon, the sun is red enjoy Mars.
Moon is embracing life, which appears enjoy anthracite.
The ancient years of light are coming from the stars
The shadows of the trees stay forever white.

Some crackling, popping sounds are coming from a fire
Sparkles shine in the deep pitch black sky of the evening.
The man tends to make his lady burn with correct need
The shadows of the trees stay forever white.

A river complete of feelings flows in their embrace
Illuminates their souls to attain the divine height.
Lovers swim in their sea of happiness with grace
The shadows of the trees stay forever white.

Confusions, fears, expertise, courage and wisdom are
Threads of the new couple in weaving their new fight.
The image of the town appears to rock incredibly far
The shadows of the trees stay forever white.

Out of this planet of madness, browsing for the day,
Never ever acquiring their way back in the lost moonlight,
Letting their thoughts be absolutely free to attain the milky way,
The shadows of the trees stay forever white.

God Breaks the Chains (Sestina Poetry)

Even though even practically nothing ever goes my way
I try to hold my ambitions inside my sight.
I hope that they can lead to joy someday,
When overpass those metaphoric evening.
Amongst these crazy factors major to doom,
I am incredibly melancholic in the gloom.

My life may well be infected with the gloom,
Though darkness spreads its wicked wings on the way.
In waiting for the strategy of subsequent doom,
I am the girl in search for nature's sight.
Though jagged rocks pinch and stick me more than evening,
I search that anything lifting me someday.

My faith grows strongly, and I hope someday
Winds of tomorrow will enlight the gloom.
Faith, love and truth will be appreciate stars at evening,
Expertise will be as vibrant as Milky Way,
As lengthy as rightness will be brought to sight,
And lie will be a sticky bomb of doom.

I utter an impending sense of doom
Appreciate poison killing every thing someday
Or icy flowers shaking in wind's sight.
We end with hope, and we start in gloom,
When we're altering our lives along the way.
We're creating sense of all from day to evening.

As fears are left unspoken in the evening,
We feel this ending as a newest doom.
Sad minds nonetheless try to discover a living way,
Hoping that they will save themselves someday.
They make essential modifications in the gloom.
Religious leaders teach Christian sight,

Though wisdom is the synonym of sight,
And blind guides are to lead the blinds in evening.
Some end with hope other people start in gloom,
Amongst these sinful acts major to doom,
Praying to God to save their souls someday.
Against all odds, they try to discover their way.

At Siloam, the blind received his sight.
In operating faith, the blind may well leave his evening
God breaks our chains, and brings us out of gloom.