Best Affinity Poems
affinity
to all that's peaceful
feeding the soul
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on October 8, 2018
The storms, last night, adept in flash flood fright.
It’s good to stay inside until first light.
The day before, I stopped for gas, aghast
as I stepped out the wind and leaves did blast
around my core. My heart was beating quick,
and lightning struck, pounding its thunder stick.
The passenger behind me laughed - the draft
became a vortex vice from stern to aft.
It tried to sweep me off my feet, in dance.
The leaves, they twirled around in brief romance.
The tug and pull, the see and saw…the sweep
of sideways waterfall caused me to leap.
The enterprise a f f i n i t y of storm
invites its dalliance and quick perform.
and Vincent, the Artist applies on the canvas
a black stroke here and a black stroke there
before the crows disperse and disappear
he steps back to observe but his mind
is uneasy his affinity for the bright color yellow
is enhancing his depressive manic state
and he must strive for completion
before it’s too late for his art and his soul
will be lost to his inevitable fate
but the Van Gogh legend must carry on
that he must fall and rise again
to seek out the night and to paint the stars
And Vincent, the Artist applies on the canvas
a black stroke here and a black stroke there
before the crows disperse and disappear
he steps back to observe but his mind
is uneasy his affinity for the bright color yellow
is enhancing his depressed manic state
and he must strife for completion
before it’s too late for his mind and his soul
will be lost to his inevitable fate
but the Van Gogh legend must carry on
that he must fall and rise again
to seek out the night and to paint the stars
knew a man who went to
cemeteries &
he took photos of the gravestones---
while this is most certainly
not a unique way of finding serenity,
it is one that brings to light
the affinity of the dead,
for there, this man was tranquil
he found peace with those who
have finally been allowed peace,
with those whose lives have finally
ended &
whose personalities have been
eliminated, bringing all stress, drama &
tension to a screeching halt---
this is not to say that while
taking such beautiful black & whites,
that he did not ponder the lives of
each & every one of his “subjects,”
by assessing the size of their stones,
the placement of the stones in the
lot &
the material with which the stones were
made---all helping him to build a
vague character sketch of each individual
now laid to rest.
like anything, there were drawbacks
to the meditative grave photography,
for there were all the things that family
members left at the graves, which
made him feel less loved than he had felt,
prior to entering the cemetery in question---
and he wondered, as many of us do,
what would become of him after he left
that cemetery, he wondered just what
really had been the point of going there
in the first place, he wondered what in
his life specifically had led him to be one
who at this time in his life found it
comforting to spend long stretches at a
time in cemeteries, taking photos of
the quiet & stationary, he wondered
about where it all would go, where it all
might lead & in the end,
his only conclusions were
that he’d be stuffed in an urn or
crammed in a box like the rest of em’
soon enough &
the beauty would be that there’d be no need
to have any more questions
on the subject,
so perhaps his affinity
came hand in hand with jealousy,
perhaps it came hand in hand with
envy---
perhaps.
We're getting deep.
Speaking thoughts with vacant eyes;
Intertwined between the sheets.
I can't help myself.
Caress your tenderness;
Envelope yourself in mine.
In this world so dim
Brightness is lent by your grin
Reminicensing years gone marked bylaughter so loud
All sorrows go under shroud
Yours was a hand to hold
When rest of the world seemed cold
When times were tough
Just one ear was good enough
You gave me time
When the need was prime
In depressive times you lent your hand
Without which it was difficult to stand.
Between the two of us there's an affinity
Friends for long, is approval of divinity.
I have an affinity to snowflakes falling,
for I was born in a snow blizzard storm;
and in winter it is my name- snow is calling,
so, I walk forest paths dressed cozy warm.
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November 21, 2020
Poetry/Rhyme/My Affinity
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1306-466-21
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted to the standard contest, Rhym-Me
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 23/11/20
The Affinity
By Hobbes and Malkheus
*Quick note*
This is a poem that me and a friend wrote for the poets guild over on www.furaffinity.com,
which I founded.
Supportiveness and togetherness
The friendship and family
a place where we can always turn in times of need
the people who always support and accept us
people of all kinds, gathered for one reason, one purpose
people of different reasons, different purposes, seeks for one things
the thing that everyone wants, acceptance
The meaning to one's life
The fandom is the product of a collective longing
Men and women who face diversity every day
Child and man who faces life hardship every moment
We capture that, as writers, and imortalize it with our wirds
Thorough such desire the stories unfold
We are the voice of a community whos goal is unification
The countless pages filled with thoughts
All we want is to be heard
All we want is to be seen
To be understood and above all accepted
To be exist and above all to find the will to live
We are the guild, giving voice to those who can't find it
We are guild giving the sight to those who is lost
We are the guild,
And none can tell us otherwise
I am drawn to beautiful wild scenery and landscapes
lured, enchanted and enthralled by the native creatures
with magnetic fascination . . .
I feel a kinship and connection to the natural world and universe
inside my internal soul and enclosed world I write words
for the birds fluttering and flowers trembling- the beauty that stirs
my emotions in a great symphony of joy and sorrow
stirs emotional supernal . . .
oh, a divine, ethereal being must have created this Earthly world
that holds such beauty, unsurpassed, rare and unique
yet, it enrages me to anger and incites me to defend the natural world
it provokes intoxication . . .
oh, I am drunk with euphoria, excitement and great fear
I feel and sense the fragility in the atmosphere and that up above
and deeply beneath the surface things are going very wrong for us
I have an urge to save this natural world from destruction
yes, I am deeply compelled . . .
and to all who will listen- I will exalt the importance of climate change action
we all have a connection . . .
and venerate with admiration those attempting to save humankind and nature
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July 12, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/My Rapport and Affinity with Nature
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1165-841-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For contest, FINETUNE THIS COLLABORATION
sponsored by, Line Gauthier
Second Place
I know all about disapproval and condemnation,
apathy and consternation are the bricks in my wall;
each brick takes me further into isolation,
there are vines that my tears grew and under them for shelter I crawl.
And in safety my predilection and reverence I explore,
encompassed and bound with my words that pour;
into surreal unearthliness- I drift, soar and f a l l . . . fall.
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October 31, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Each Brick Is My Forevermore
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1081-690-31
All Rights Reserved, 2018, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, 7 Lines, 7 Words, Rhyme
sponsor Lu Loo, Judged 11/2018
Second Place
I shall live the rest of my life in serenity
With beautiful thoughts filling my mind,
A desire to love and be loved is my affinity.
Some may say this lofty goal an extremity
No doubt, some will bitter criticism find,
I shall live the rest of my life in serenity.
I have never sought the fame of celebrity
And, I have no jealousy of that kind,
A desire to love and be loved is my affinity.
I have found nothing surpasses integrity,
While fostering those filial ties that bind
I shall live the rest of my life in serenity.
Life, I find, comes with a prized amenity
When to live the noble life, one is resigned
A desire to love and be loved is my affinity.
Anything less would be a rank obscenity
Present and hereafter could not be aligned,
I shall live the rest of my life in serenity
A desire to love and be loved is my affinity.
written December 17, 2021
magnetic fascination
kin to emancipation
a connection internal
stirs emotions supernal
nature is unparalleled
provokes intoxication
as we feel deeply compelled
to exalt admiration
AP: 2nd place 2021
Submitted on May 28, 2018 for EIGHT-LINE POETRY CONTEST sponsored by JOSEPH MAY - RANKED 4TH
The ball rolls from pain
as its popped from its socket,
called home by its mother,
a woman with sorrow for having a child.
refusing to keep light out
for it stands to remind
just as oceans with chains
tell you how to exist.
the flock holds together
but can never remember
and calling for closure, it glances at neighbors.
approval is all that it needs for now
but with no ground to stand on it kneels at its heels.
Is skeptical our proximity
Or closeness of heartbeat,
There exists an unanimity,
That we cannot compete.
---
Maybe we represent the stars,
Emotion-filled twinkling eyes,
Gazing at each other for hours,
Their unique glimpse never lies.
---
Alike moments in transition,
None and nothing can ever bother,
Subsistence with time of creation,
Never collapse into each other.
---
For love, matters not the distance
As the genuine feelings enhance.
©?Aditi Anvita (Anvi).
Originally published on blog 'Words of Anvi'.