When I need
Your definition of me,
I’ll give it to you.
– O.D. ©2017
Art by:Â Â ryky
All That Remains.
Naturally,
Darkness reflects greed
By taking the biggest slice,
All that remains?
A crescent moon.
– Original-Dante ©2016
Photograph by:Â FramedByNature
With The Sun.
How can you,
In your right mind
Refuse to play
Hide and seek
With the world’s Largest
Gold nugget?
– Original-Dante ©2016
Photograph by:Â ann-beyond-repair
Emotional Exchange.
Where the rainbow starts
Or ends
Lies,
The pot of gold
Garnered,
From sold
Negativity.
-Dante
Beats.
Working in tandem
With the rain,
A natural metronome
For my poetry’s
Rhythm and beat.
-Dante
The Divine Uncontained.
 Momentary glimpse
Of heaven’s bright light
Through a crack
Gracefully provided
When the sky glitches
Giving partition
To the blue.
-Dante
By The Sandy Shore.
By the shoreline
Her name,
Foot drawn
On the sand grains.
Eventually,
Washed away
By an ocean wave,
I then realize
That even the water,
Wants her.
-Dante
Morning Hue.
Wake up
Early enough
And witness
The sun
Colour your surroundings
With Midas touch.
– Original-Dante ©2015
Seasons Of Light (Mae & Original-Dante)
A collaborative poem with the ultra-talented Mae, you can find more of her poetry here:Â @lilacsnow
My sections are in this colour.Â
Her sections are in this colour.
*SUMMER
The sun shines brightly
Such divine grace
Seen and felt
Through the heat
Hard to ignore
With glistening skin
Squinting to catch a glimpse
Of the massive mana dropper
For the greenery
A sight for sore eyes.
*AUTUMN
She calls herself
Autumn, with her
Ripe cherry lips and
Kisses that taste
Of dark, exotic honey.
Every year she arrives
In her gown
Of see-through amber
Her soft voluptuous hips
Swaying slowly
In the light.
*WINTER
Beneath a sky
The colour of grief
The air is heavy
With silent light
The birds, you see,
Have fallen silent
Their songs
Lie bleeding
In fresh fallen snow.
*SPRING
Rejuvenation,
Colours spring about
Rainbows within rainbows
A direct revearsal
To the achromatic      Â
The last seasoned model
To the ultimate ending
If not, the beginning.
-Mae & Dante
The Bright Side Of The Moon.
Crescent
The moon is slit
Hiding,
Its gentle face.
-Dante
O.D. 