my essence to nose as honey to tongue
purifying power moves you to One
rooted and decorated I stand atomic
down from seventh heaven cosmic
I’m tough, hardy, regarded as Old School
though ever-new coloured petals drool
milky sap as sacred unseen ambrosia
woven in fifth sheath, Atman’s kosha
Adamic my aquiline profile I breathe
connection memories, ascension eased
brain wave entrainment silent reviewed
time-space exquisite pure quarks exude
seraphic perfume as garden valance
invoking blissed emotion within balance
sanguine I worship, triggering transmutation
darkness to loosen my blossom’s salvation
pastel or bright in sunrise dewy morn
connecting to dynamo ancestors shorn
sighting me is intriguing immortality born
abide beneath my falling petals each dawn
sensations edenic across my butterflied
c e r e b e l l u m spied
my innocence your life awakening
earth minerals my satiating ~
———————————
Placed : Third : Contest : Tree Personification
sponsor : Tania Kitchin]
27.9.25
GOLD AWARD POEM: Allpoetry: July 26
A rose
With the scent of the earth
Aroma from the clouds
A desire to soar
Tides crashing
against the shore
Pauses to expose
the measure
Of the treasure
Yet the strain
Of the petals
inside the fine veins
Yearning for a selfie
The glee of the folds
So bold
Expecting expansion
Spirit of ascension
Reinforced by
The longing for flight
Freedom of light
In addition
The sops
The raindrops
Veils slowly ajar
A glimpse of the shine
of a star
A delicate smile
Somewhat beguiled
At a simmer
A glimmer
Lips and eyes follow
From a depth
Gradually
The treasure
Time swallowing time
Chimes in the atmosphere
Eyelashes and hair
Fair and lovely
And the eyes
Azure and solitary
The flute
Its sheen
Nose aquiline
Ready to receive
with a salute
___________
July 23, 2025
Old Man
his weatherbeaten face, lined
with the hills and valleys of age
watery blue eyes set against a
backdrop of bloodshot white
his cheeks reddened from
sun and alcohol, his aquiline
nose has lost its nobility
his once full lips now just
scowling lines covering remnants
of jagged teeth
his stubble covered chin now
a dirty gray bristle
life has not been kind to him
Poetry becomes thee
but not me
Thy golden hair sparkles and shines
but not mine
Silky apparel curves ‘round thee
but not me
Thy nose so fine – aquiline
but not mine
Thou art a heavenly vision to see
but not me …
Born but to praise thee
i create ~ poetry
As noses go, I’d say mine is okay
if it is viewed by someone from the front.
But if you look at it another way,
it’s not so wonderful; let me be blunt.
My nose is long, and if you’re in a place
where other women are along with me,
take note of how my nose fits on my face.
Sideways it could be the longest you’ll see.
.
Imagine please, if you will, a Roman nose,
which means a nose that is a little bent.
A nicer-sounding word for it I suppose
is “aquiline.” But what by that is meant?
For me, the word “aquiline” sounded chic.
But then I looked it up and got a shock.
I learned it means shaped like an eagle’s beak,
which is also larger than that of a hawk.
What in my DNA presupposes
that I have Italian blood, which I have not?
Most of my sisters have short, cute noses.
Why is it that a Roman nose I got?
Few great actresses have a nose like mine,
but I can think of one whose look is great.
Barbara Streisand – is her nose divine?
That’s a nose folks either love or hate!
That bump - that famous bump! Streisand never
had plastic surgery to make it small.
My role model is she. I endeavor
to love my nose. It stands out – after all!
To what zenith do our chimeras whither?
As we travel across discombobulated shores?
Do we strive to collocate together?
Or breed discord and close the doors?
The wayfarer creed is to induce wherry,
With our aphonic travelers on this path.
To share in the arcane and not be wary,
And crestfallen behind all corpulent wrath.
We journey with athirst hearts and minds.
Seeking authenticity and understanding
To ogle the world through Elysian eyes,
And embrace all, no matter how demanding.
Let us leave behind our petty strife,
And forge ahead with auric hope and love.
Only then can we balmily thrive?
And soar as aquiline eagles on wings above.
So let us walk this path together.
Entwined, with canorous hearts ablaze
And let our journey last forever,
As we bask in the sun's warm rays.
A scented paradise of floral escapes
beneath a blue Cerulean sky
Azure thoughts of you aside the river
flowing through my senses
like rivulets of water
pleasant hot winds skirting my wisteria trees
wrapping me in chiffon, frissons of pure delight
The taste of Mojito still cooling on my tongue
I touch the pearls you proffered so lovingly strung
bright as heaven's luster from an aquiline moon
You loved me deeply
but then again you left me
way too soon.
The loveliest girl in the world's named Rose
From aquiline nose down to graceful toes --
Yet poor Rose can't get a date
Is she abandoned by fate? --
Those giant bald spots she should not expose
Greater Flamingo, you beautiful wading bird.
What a captivating sight you are!
Long-legged, web-footed wonder with aquiline beak;
taking to the sky in style!
Your courtship dance is almost hypnotic
You move with such giraffe-like grace;
wading along the edges of shallow,
all decked out in glorious pink.
N/A in "In Praise Of The Ode" Poetry Contest
Date written: 10/07/2020
"Submitted for...
Hm's And Na's October 2020 Poetry Contest (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Date: 11/02/2020
Painstaking plumes of surest gait
To wield diamond steel over fate;
With slow pair of wit-guarded lips,
As otiose words sway great ships.
Invincible flair and exacting knack
To stand out from the frothy pack;
Ochred with all blue-penciled skill,
For nabob’s dimwits do mimic still.
With the far-scanning aquiline eye
That fowls unborn miles like a spy;
Plus an ear for tiniest voices tuned,
For idlest vowel by vagaries ruined.
Gigantic empathy for pinched souls
Hewn down by lot’s inclement fouls;
Felt tear for fellow wayfarers stung
By blunt luck's blade rashly swung.
A little but constant sacrifice betimes,
For bereft chum eschewed by dimes;
Or even total strangers in want of bail
Out of a jinx along existence’s icy sail.
Above the clouds and disappearing skyline
I was jetsetting on an international airline
That’s when I met a handsome Mr. Einstein
No kin to Albert, nose most perfectly aquiline
Said he was looking for a concubine
The whole thing to be utmost clandestine
I accused him of bringing onboard some moonshine
Then he just whined and became somewhat of a swine
So I moved and sat next to charming Clementine
Offered me truffle chocolate I did decline
She then casually asked me to invest in her gold mine
Slipped me a form I refused to countersign
‘Twas awkward but the damage had been benign
I discreetly moved on to an empty seat just fine
Where I was greeted by glamorous Calvin Klein
Pointed to his window at a view sublimely alpine
Not another word was spoken, ‘twas utterly divine
I almost commented on the beauty of his ring so opaline
But opted to avoid a dialogue with risk to end up asinine
The silence was as grand and majestic as any shrine
I slept and rested with the help of a bit of wine
Got home in time to greet my favourite canine
And join in to sing Auld Lang Syne
Home Sweet Home, starshine of my lifeline
AP: 1st place 2020
Emery
Emery had a nose of stone,
An outgrowth of his weighted mind.
Of alabaster was it honed
Into a feature aquiline.
Its heft was such that Emery
Would counterbalance with his jaw
By upward thrust of chin; thus he
Intended to reduce this flaw.
But, oh, his lips contorted and
His limited perception showed
Only a level, skyward span
And never anything below.
Many men were victimized
And many things they valued, too,
Because poor Emery was blind
To that which was not in his view.
The morning of one winter’s day
He walked a promontory ridge.
Poor Emery saw not the way
But fell. It was the last of him.
When I was a little girl,
Mother said to me
on my dad’s side there had been
a pure Cherokee.
I felt so proud that I had
in my ancestry
blood of those who roamed this land
throughout history.
I’d been born with thick black hair,
and my nose grew long!
I supposed the Cherokee
in my blood was strong.
Mom is Welsh and proud of it,
saying I am full
of her Welsh vim and vigor,
plus a poet’s soul!
Of my sisters, there’s just one
with my long-nosed look.
I’ve got the results of the
blood test that she took.
By her DNA we see
Mom’s side very well -
Scotch-Irish, Welsh, Finnish too!
I think that’s all swell.
My dad’s side are the English.
That’s what I suppose.
There’s no Cherokee, so from
whense came my humped nose?
One small part Italian showed
on the test she’d sought.
For ONE percent is it that
Roman nose I got?
May 29, 2017/ Rhymed in 7/5 Trochee form
for the Ancestral roots Poetry Contest of John Hamilton
Whining Horse
This is the angry mind
Of a whining Horse
All it does detest
Is the Race Course
A reason there is
To loath the Race Track;
The goad, the spur and
Rider on the back,
Digging stirrups on flanks
While he blows fiery lips
Aquiline force to stir
By the crack of whips
And when it’s over
Jockey being a winner
He dons best suit
And forget the whiner!
Hanging with Friends
To enjoy the win
He condemns the Horse
To disdain’s empty bin!
How many times he wins
He’ll continue in hay
Diet will not change
Till his last living day.
JM
14th Nov’ 2013
His fear he may have masked in front of the bear
But a metamorphosis had kick started in high gear
Hormones were pumping and changing his being
Transformed were his features which were aquiline
Trembling and convulsing and obviously in pain
His spine contorted and reshaped where he had lain
Unconscious beside the glow of embers, dying
It was full moon that night; many swore later the mountains were sighing
Inexorably his body parts reshaped with a shaggy coat of fur
Thick and rough in texture and dark as coal tar
No trace of the man remained
His clothing lay scattered, perhaps this was ordained
A wolf was born and a man had died
There was none to rejoice and none to cry
Only howls to greet the wolf man’s rise
As dawn was breaking and light stole across the eastern sky
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.