Arcing Poems

peach roses

peach roses adorn
arcing above the blushed bride
celebrating love

Reach for the Light

     Reach for the light
       arcing over stars bright

     Once attained 
       not to stain
       
     Ease it on home
       brighten the night

Whispers of Grace

There’s a peace that whispers soft  
when I step beneath the open sky,  
trees stretching in green prayer,  
branches swaying like the hands  
of a thousand saints, lifting their weight  
toward something higher.  

In moments when I’m alone,  
that wide sky pulls me in close—  
a blue blanket tucked around shoulders  
on a night lit only by stars.  
Crickets keep time, their gentle song  
finding rhythm with my heart.  

I think of the quiet crack of a baseball bat,  
the ball arcing high, a promise carried on the wind,  
a flight so clear it feels like love.  
In a way, it's the same—a swing of hope,  
the reach for connection,  
the leap toward something more.  

And isn’t that like a prayer, too?  
Those small moments when I feel Him,  
like sunlight slipping through autumn leaves,  
or in the crisp warmth of pajamas fresh from the line,  
or the sacred stillness of a Sunday afternoon.  

Nature wraps around me like comfort,  
reminding me I am never truly alone,  
even when no one’s near—  
because in each bird’s song, each gust of wind,  
each blade of grass bending beneath my feet,  
there is something holy, something here.

HIDE AND SHRIEK

A whispered shhh  hung in the air
Tall grass rustled nearby
A slight sniffy, snorty snout sound
Preceded the crinkly crunch of dry grass
Sweat slithered across my brow
A large head appeared
Violently shaking
Hanging jowls jousting
Saliva arcing aimlessly
A growl ruffling the air
We ran
Screams scurrying ahead
Saliva spewing demon behind
Fear fueled our flight
Her hand thinly slipping from mine
She fell
The demon approached
We heard her
Breathlessly shriek

“DAD
          ….CALL THE DOG”

Flagger- PS

My partner called out cars she sent
as we stood at opposite ends
of the work zone, and when
hers had passed, I called out mine
sending them along a narrow passage.

We found a common language
to communicate, and we made
small talk when things were slow.

The construction crew struggled
to settle each fresh coat of asphalt
over a moist bed of clay
of a two-lane in northeast Nebraska
arcing and curving over hills and valleys
between two unincorporated areas.

Black angus cows grazed
on a grassy hill, coincidental beauty found
in another time and place,
and a bull bellowed
to declare the spread his own.

After work my partner and I stood
outside our rooms at the hotel.
She talked about her husband
and I talked about a librarian
who read my poems.

While we spoke about our
lives back home, a light in the lot
shone a distant star.

I Dreamt In God's Colors

As I lie neath an early summertide planets-aligning
eve of a celebration,
silver shooting star's sparkle above the endless
bridge of the cosmos-
a bridge where those who have passed from
earth before us stride.
Some of them children who run and shout in
astral play,
young and older couples with snowy crowns,
people of all races, all ages,
in reuniting bliss with loved ones.

Friends from their past,
and pets with eyes of welcome.
Thousands of angels as bright as many
Milky Ways on gold-gleamed chariots aflame
with newly parted souls,
escorting them to the entrance of the
starry-blessed bridge to begin their heavenly
journey walks.

I dreamt in God's colors in rainbows arcing
in glorious spectrums,
synchronizing with music of hereafter
coursing in my elder veins,
delighting my psyche.
And I recall in deepest sleep,
memories of the goodness of many
strangers,
so pure and unbenighted. ~

I'm not done with you yet

To be the ones to see that storm
Rage across the jungle
And witness the light arcing in flames 
From sky to horizon
To feel the imminent thunder rumble
To the pads of your toes.
How close will it come?
At first it was a thin black smoke
Spilling across the sky towards us
But now it's coming on, and on.

It can take half a day to arrive
Or it can roll like a spirit in half an hour
The power of forked lightning 
Sparks from peak to peak
Burns the ozone and sets your feet tingling
And the hairs on the nape of your neck.
The sudden deluge of rain
Is so strong on the sand
We pick up our packs from the side of the lake
And ran to the hut.
Contemptible humans! I’m not done with you yet!

Cuz He's a Guy

He’s a guy, he’s just a guy
He will not look away
He will look you in the eye
He will fart
It will stink
Blow his nose
Spit in the sink
Cuz he’s a guy, just a guy

He will help ya change a flat
Tell ya when you’re gettin’ fat
He will take two twisted wires
And with a pair of pliers
Fix that toy that made you cry
Yes!!  He’s that guy

 If he’s really lucky
He’ll meet a damsel cute and plucky
And when people ask her “why”
She’ll reply:
“cuz he’s my guy!”

So all you guys in waiting
Beware the traps that they are baiting
For all “fishermen” believe
It’s not the catch it’s the retrieve

Just remember they’re are women
Who still enjoy naked swimmin’
And a walk along the beach
Her guys hand in easy reach

But, he will stop to take a pee
Arcing it into the sea
Then forget to zip his fly
Cuz ….HE’S A GUY

Snow Birds

Thus
They flee
Absconding
In guiltless flight
On fattened feathers
A pointed arrowhead
Guided by some hidden force
Returning to their beginnings
Arcing slowly over icy peaks
Circling the history of their valley

Final Rest

By the river in the silent morning sat a particular stone,
Among many, but it stood alone.
The little stone had a plan,
It wanted to cross the river’s span

With all the others, it jumped with its unique stride
And after starting, it joined the tide
With every toss, a leap of faith,
In the dance of the river, the skip’s wraith.

Why was this stone the chosen one?
Its tale skips under the golden sun.
Could it make it to the depth’s mystery?
That’s only a tale of the bridge’s history.

The longer it took, the more rounds passed.
It was proving its worth, steadfast to the last.
It had to make it; the end was near,
With each bouncing stride, it conquered fear.

The skipping stone told its stories,
Of arcing flights and watery glories.
After everything, the stone went through,
It reached the end, its journey true.

All the bridges crossed, and it sunk through the water’s kiss,
It’s skipping legacy, a moment of bliss.
This journey was it, the stone’s test. 
It made it to its final rest.

The Storied Swing That Made Him King

The former MVP pawned his very last ring
    like the others, it had begun to sting
  Bittersweet memories of his storied swing
    that for a decade had made him King

  He'd hit home runs in every park
    high-arcing 'rainbows' his pet trademark
  Now resting quietly in a subway dark
    he rattles his cup, his rags pock-marked

Deserted

dark bone-chilling wilderness chant
From horizon rising from a distant North
the summer smiled at the arcing sand dunes
in the lonely desert, echoed by a sandy splash  

oasis-flowered waters from a celestial spring
Watered destiny as it grew in her youthfulness
blossoming, while fate plays her major cast
"The villain" of the drama called Life  

a brief flutter in life's journey
a memorable one beckons at every step and at every stop 
The miles covered are little when compared to
Mirages of success shown like dark seas. 

desolation in low spaces
Fear tripling down like little mist.
humanity wandering to infinity
chaos playing the drums for a dance
sanity lost sailing into destination unknown

Beneath the Rainbow

Jubilant reflections lie beneath the arcing hues on horizon







March 1, 2023          
 



Howmanysyllables.com
9 words
17 syllables
63 characters


Beneath the Rainbow
Contest Judged:  3/2/2023 9:04:00 AM
Sponsored by: JCB Brul 
Place 2 (up to 3rd multi-w)

Three-Point Shot

Three Point Shot


You reach the line, an almost perfect semicircle, racing from one side of the court to the other, avoiding the hoop In a soft wide arc, Your shoes biting deep into the floor, As you come to a halt, Announcing it to the world with a short, piercing squeak Tearing through the atmosphere, to the stands With the ball nestled in your hands, just yearning to take flight, You rise, knowing that your defenders can’t reach you Everything but the ball and hoop a distant memory Your hands travel through the same motions you know so well, Knowing, even before the ball leaves your grasp, you’ve already won, This time You finally release the ball, with a quick, decisive snap of the wrist Sending it arcing through the air with pinpoint accuracy, Racing towards the net

Silence, and then, swish
Crisp, clear as a spring morning
Play continues on

Three Point Shot

Three Point Shot


You reach the line, an almost perfect semicircle,
Racing from one side of the court to the other, avoiding the hoop
In a soft wide arc, 

Your shoes biting into the floor,
As you come to a halt, 
Announcing it to the world with a short, piercing squeak
Tearing through the atmosphere, to the stands


With the ball nestled in your hands, just yearning to take flight, 
You rise, knowing that your defenders can’t reach you
Everything but the ball and hoop a distant memory

Your hands travel through the same motions you know so well,
Knowing, even before the ball leaves your grasp, you’ve already won,
This time

You finally release the ball, with a quick, decisive snap of the wrist
Sending it arcing through the air with pinpoint accuracy,
Racing towards the net

Swish

Crisp and clean as a clear spring morning

The ball drops through the net, as the net snaps upwards
You breathe a sigh of relief and relax,
As play continues on

• Short Arcing Poems
• Famous Arcing Poems
• Best Arcing Poems
• Read Arcing Poems
• Long Arcing Poems
• Arcing Quotes