Best Adjoin Poems
On a Sussex farm works a golden haired girl
Surrounded by guys as she makes their hearts twirl
But her love and soul are miles away
In a Highlanders heart, she hopes to meet one day.
Its nearly a year since they were first in touch
As she's grown to adore him oh so much
Her delight will be, is too invite him down
And show him round her lovely town.
Her joy and smiles, as she holds his hand
Her heart pounding as she feels a million grand
Stopping for cuddles as they share a kiss
With her Highlander she's in sheer bliss.
The countryside where this English Rose stays
Flowering crops grow and animals graze
Noisy tractors Harvesters reap
Under a blistering sun, the baaing of sheep.
In her yellow dress, flowing golden hair
She takes his hand, as they climb the stair
Above up here is where we keep the hay
Again she takes his hand and down they lay.
Facing each other they start to kiss
This English rose in her mind she wish
To share her body with her Highlander
To adjoin their bodies as their loving stirs.
As they undress each other on this summers day
Bare skin warms the golden hay
Passions flow as their hands explore
Loving scent from their loving pores
Joys and sighs, they feel their bodies mix
Emotions and feelings in adrenalin fix.
Warmed and content,consumed in each others arms
Two heavenly bodies sharing each others charms
Kissing and cuddling on the flattened hay
As they stand up and look where they just once lay.
Dishevelled clothes, hair astray
This loving couples summers play
Standing embrace their bodies quiver
Holding hands they head to the river.
At the river bank they undress each other
Under a shaded green leafy cover
Her naked body and long golden hair
Makes him proud to be standing there.
As they enter the river
They caress and wash each other
Under this shaded leafed cover
They kiss and embrace to share their love
Under the leafy tree, chirping birds all above.
Heading home hand in hand
This loving couple feeling two million grand
They head to bed, spooned and cosy
This Highlander and his English Rosie.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love.php
Categories:
adjoin, love, hair, body, river,
Form:
Rhyme
"The amount of good luck coming your way depends on your willingness to act". Quote by Barbara Sher
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Whispers of disobedience float in the air.
A challenge beyond the conformity snare
An inability or refusal to shift or comply
However, awareness stirs—a probing stare.
Prejudice dances with arrogance—and defy
Forcefulness quality—firm fervor to untie.
Rebellion and lack of collaboration clash.
Invest in openness—it's time to stroll and fly.
Refusal and firmness oppose ceding or crash.
Willfulness, otherwise, is wisdom gained to dash.
Mastery gives way to mystery—humility to adore.
As the spirit discovers its own rhythm and flash.
When you act from the depths of your soul's core.
You sense a river flowing—a delight you can't ignore.
Award-winning is optional, as has been shown.
However, the drive to prevail is a factor to explore.
Vocation isn't from having a strong will alone.
It involves listening and finding your unique tone.
The dance of will and stubbornness—a path of dread
A delicate equilibrium, a magnificent finesse throne
So let your resolve lead you—push you ahead.
Listen for the hushed voice of willingness instead.
For in the rhythm of these two, a dance to adjoin
Therein is the beauty of growth—wisdom to be said.
Let us, therefore, accept both sides of the coin.
The determination and commitment to join.
In the dance of avarice and openness line.
We uncover our true glory, our inner enjoin.
In the vast symphony of life's grand design
Willpower and flexibility dance—intertwine.
Because it is at the junction of these two.
That we find our essence and its true sign.
1st place contest winner
Categories:
adjoin, analogy, appreciation, character, fear,
Form:
Rubaiyat
From where I drift from my old home, the roads
And places that I roam, I stay at peace.
Never can a word of a soul release
My care for the dirt, not even those loads.
Bumping along the sweet country, railroads
Adjoin the scene of beauty that won’t cease.
The sun shines through the window marked with grease,
I wish I could rehash these episodes.
My hair, oh, what a sad color of gray,
It’s no longer pretty, but rather thin.
I mourn that I waited till now, I lay
Immovable from my bed, yet I grin.
In spite of present hopes I will still pray,
To The One above who made life begin.
Categories:
adjoin, conflict, death, deep, desire,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
Land of Summertime
Maroon Mums lay among white vast cushions.
So proud are Heathers far above Queen Buttons.
See hazy Coxcombs brush the Willy Willows while
Dandelions are resting upon white Angel Pillows.
Carmine Kangaroom paws hop, hop, and hop.
Lumonium, Gladiolus and Larkspur lazily stop.
Lisanthus, talebear and go tell the other Orchids!
Look, look, Snapdragons, scouting for Kings!
Adjoin virtuosity, there are inklings of scent!
Rose Spray whirls in the dancing breeze.
Astonished is Alabaster eyes and stance as
Xanthous Daffodils giggle and sneeze.
Aster nurtures the Baby's Breath without relent
As Spring and Summer embrace the scent.
Categories:
adjoin, flower, giggle, meaningful, summer,
Form:
Narrative
A secluded cabin
fail-safe into a mountain side -
Oh, so high, one feels
they can attain and adjoin the clouds
A pallet of goose-down feathers, veiled
by a hand sewn comfortor
and a spiderlike, dusty canopy -
a paradise for lovers
A perfect weekend -
paired with a bubbly jacuzzi
awaiting after a mile
rambling up, then down, this
lofty snow covered rock
A babbling brook and glossy
chestnut stallions trail along an
old gravel road, leading to a
dilapidated barn, now masking
wet hay, squirrels and wild rabbits
Snakes have shed their skins,
like elongated strands of silk
dangling from beams of rotten wood
and imperfect slate shingles -
Leaving their past in the present
for countryside tourists to enjoy
Bluegrass music is heard faintly
in the wilderness background
A rustic, but elegant
way to spend time, enabling
a soul to touch one's inner self
Tomorrow beckons way too soon --
reality returns, this dream weekend
now a fond memory,
as we take our leave of that
little creekside cabin on a
snow covered mountain crest
Categories:
adjoin, happiness
Form:
Verse
Pot holes,
dust devils,
Wind sweeping off the ocean onto the oil field by Lower road.
Quiet Field,
Filled with fuel and man's black gold,
Quiet Field
of prosperity and far off plight,
The oil field by Lower road.
Machines of might roll the lands of the oil field.
Pushing dirt, moving land,
rigging chains, trains, boats and trucks
painting the tanks dirty drown
Standing tall, at the oil filed by Lower road.
Men stride the field, like armies in battle, surveying, slow going...errors are costly down at the oil filed on Lower road.
Pine tree dotted, with houses lining the perimeter of the oil field by Lower road awaiting the master and commander after a day, a centurion of the field,
The plot of gold outside the door adjoin to Lower road.
Day in, day out it holds its gold,
pushing it free for a fee,
powering the land in all directions that it can see
The oil field by Lower road.
Categories:
adjoin, world,
Form:
Light Verse
The silence of the park,
seizes the hour of dusk,
where majestic snow-capped mountains
adjoin the skies of midnight blue,
a halo of light encircles the
quiescent scene highlighting
a child's red jacket left behind
on the end of the slide,
the playground is the sanctuary
of childhood beginning and
childhood ending----it is where
laughing and yelling are allowed to be,
especially at midnight when the
spirits of frolicsome adventure overtake
the child in all of us.
Categories:
adjoin, nostalgia,
Form:
Prose
Aye, to adjoin The Hanged Man
suspended from his mundane world
traveling a paradox journey
lost in a timeless underworld.
I see you, Hanged Man
with your hands tucked away
your eyes ever so peaceful
watching fate make way.
I hear you, Hanged Man
as you silently speak
"You must sacrifice for the greater good"
-but do so quietly.
I feel you, Hanged Man
like the passionate red you wear
to attain knowledge and mystery
one must remain patient
unselfishly.
March 16, 2016
Categories:
adjoin, dream, faith, giving, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
Pyramus was the handsome young man
Thisbe the fair maiden of Babylon
Both the parents’ houses did adjoin
Neighborhood brought the two in relation.
And the acquaintance ripened into love
And the fire within them burnt with bright glow
Would have married, but their parents forbid
Ardor in hearts of both they couldn’t forbid
They did converse by signs one can think of
The fire within them burnt like glow covered
But Venus won’t always befriend true love.
They found crack in wall that parted the houses
In spared passage for tender messages
Caused by fault in the wall of the mansion
What will not love find for satisfaction!!.
They passed the tender messages of love
As the night fell they said farewell with awe
Moving backward and forward through the gap
She on her side, he on his, kissed the gap.
One morn the sun put out the stars above
From the watchful eyes, they tried to slipup
But Venus won’t always befriend true love.
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This is the first part of the poem as I could not post it in this single post.
The poem has five stanzas of 11 lines and an envoi of five lines.
Chant royal [shahn rwa-yal],
A French verse form normally consisting of five stanzas of eleven 10-syllable lines
rhyming ababccddede, followed by an envoi (or half-stanza) rhyming ddede. The last
line of the first stanza is repeated as a refrain at the end of the succeeding stanzas and
of the envoi. The pattern is similar to that of the ballade, but even more demanding.
Categories:
adjoin, lovefire, fire,
Form:
Chant Royal
As tides roll in, persuaded by the moon
Your heart directs my journey to love’s shore
Harmonic lunar altitudes attune
And swirling waves join souls forevermore.
Amidst this cycle one thing I must mend:
As all too soon the sea recedes again.
My love lies weakened, distant at shore’s end
Until assured by pledge that you’ll remain.
But how am I to overcome this force
And stay steadfast, not washed away by tides?
I beg you ne’er allow me to change course
‘Til arms entwined adjoin where love resides.
So when the sea recedes then rejoins land
Our hearts will ne‘er subside; ’gainst tides we’ll stand.
Categories:
adjoin, love, sea, love, sea,
Form:
Sonnet
honored angels
forever minister to
Yahweh's
beloved human treasures
bending low to bestow
their assistance
to those who believe
who are in need
don't doubt
their holy presence
unawares
one never knows
when you may
adjoin one
in your waking days
know they are
ever present
attending to your
pure heart's prayers
~ your heavenly valet ~
Categories:
adjoin, blessing,
Form:
Free verse
Frozen cold blizzard storm raining;
Icicles prism form changing;
Winter breath caresses heat is gone;
nature's present thawing adjoin;
---Barring snow flakes torn
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Climate change such relief when gone;
3:00 pm heats rises amidst ascension;
Shorten are those days light levered long;
Blizzard storms white lights concentration;
---Winters rain snow storms
1/5/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2024
Categories:
adjoin, adventure, analogy, visionary, weather,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
I felt lonesome in the absence of a confidant.
The scarcity of a shoulder to adjoin was violent.
I've lastly grasped what I've been scrutinizing.
The day revealed the supporter was astonishing.
I beheld a companion in the uniqueness of you.
My sights are sounded with ingenuities and softness.
I clasped a stone and hurled it as firm as I used to.
This roused me to ponder locating a mate all across.
But promptly, the alliance award can evolve.
You will utterly represent my esteemed aspiration.
You will inevitably dwell on God's gift from above.
I suppose this is the best time for the occasion.
Everything displays celestial splendor.
To wholly cease one year and dive in another.
We may be near the ending of this poem.
An addition will be present in the narrow term.
Written: December 30, 2021
Categories:
adjoin, analogy, beauty, character, farewell,
Form:
Rhyme
In the darkest hour, when I was but a fleeting glance,
possession then dissolved in sacks of swag,
the corrugated shed of livid circumstance
sought to burn through time’s immemorial drag.
I looked at you across the blurring sawdust sweep,
sweetly smiling for your new attentive throng,
your attentions were no more for me so should I weep
internally and sing a funeral song?
I might as well, I thought, be locked inside a box
and cast into a well like some last wish,
to sink unseen, weighed down with rusty chains and locks,
to sleep a dreamless sleep with mud and fish.
Is there anybody out there looking as you are tonight?
or would that false impression not suffice?
for all that I can do is blink you from my longing sight,
confetti shreds and grains of coloured rice.
Is there anybody out there headed for the waiting door?
some replica of all your looks and deeds?
to adjoin my vacant side upon this crowded barroom floor,
some tourniquet to stem a heart that bleeds.
Categories:
adjoin, life, lost love, love,
Form:
Verse
In the meadow she sits
Beneath a pale blue sky
Her dark hair cascades
Before I
In sight of her curves
Undulations of bliss
Pert by the breeze
My lips do so wish
Her lips of scarlet
Send signals to me
Alluring, drawing
To lie beside thee
Our bodies lie bare
Naked as born
As the sun delights
Rays in adorn
We face each other
In temptation touch
The inevitable
Absorbing so much
Our lips finally meet
Kissing, tasting
Hands in roam
Invitation in waiting
Undulations of two
In torso unite
Unification
Like waves we delight
Motions, movement
Captured enjoy
Internal rapture
Our loving employs
Excitement flows
In adrenalin rush
Peaking, reaching
The meadow in hush
Sighs of joy
Reverberate
No other moment
Could compensate
Our internal streams
Now in passionate flow
Two hearts in adjoin
Beating, growing
In the meadow we sat
Chatting and kissing
For their will be again
Two hearts in wishing
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-11.php
Categories:
adjoin, love, nature, passion, places
Form:
Rhyme