Best Afterglows Poems
Close your eyes
inhale roses-
love-glazed steam
of insatiable thirst;
place your thoughts
upon my heart,
feel my
voice s w i r l i n g
in sync with
periwinkle promises
whilst devouring
unfurled petals
facing ebony skies,
tenderly sketching
silhouettes with
vanilla drops;
for you and I,
we are interwoven
souls through
cosmic t r a n c e…
forevermore.
Tonight when dusk
transcends the
darkest twilight,
I’ll allow these
thoughts to
d r i f t into a magical
meadow where
butterflies b o u n c e
from wavy blades,
reflecting our love
in unspoken shades.
I’ll wait for you,
to relearn what
it means to be
the flesh and
bone of summer…
as this longing
c a s c a d e s
in
sherbet hued
cherry blossoms.
And if
the moon
refuses
to rise,
I’ll sketch your
pearlescent smile
across g r e y i n g
spheres, like the
first
glimpse
of
morning crescent;
unveiling verses-
s p i r a l i n g as mystical
milky-ways within…
emanating candy
coated cologne..
So find me
between
flickering afterglows,
l i s t e n to the
whispering willows,
seek shelter beneath
autumnal rainbows,
amidst m o v i n g seasons,
for two hearts
that beat the same,
would always find
their rhythm amidst
many seas
ruffling with ripples
of aching dreams,
between them~
although virtual
hugs are all we have
to keep our
f r e e z i n g
souls of summer
warm and in sync.
Daybreak slipping through these champagne curtains
Red silk; twined aneath crimsons sheets; awakening....
This afterglows mornings dew; her wet moist kisses
Soft sunrise and whom can deny such love; about her
Kittens den; purrr; feed me this need of your heavenly
Breed; cranberry breast amid sweet sublime; suckling
Her thirsting poetics child; a virgins verse as capturing
Venus aside strokes swirling atop sanguines canvas....
Splashed in maroons colours of a daybreak; pink silk
Aneath sheets slipping through tomorrows champagne
Curtains parting their purrring; brushing this her beauty
Within a moist dews afterglow; intoxicatings sweet, wet
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...."Red Rums Kiss * 'Strawberries And Cream'" ~
The rule of sanctity is a veil to hide the blow.
Love doves in the air, fading into the sky.
Thoughts are mixed stiff oasis and flow.
Hypnotic wizardry that's being spread away.
Love doves in the air, fading into the sky,
Magic using Alpha Centauri's moon sight.
Hypnotic wizardry that's being spread away,
Gasping the frigid breath of the frozen light.
Magic using Alpha Centauri's moon sight,
Mischievous haze covers the ghastly realm.
Gasping the frigid breath of the frozen light,
Eternal afterglows echo a motion rhythm.
Mischievous haze covers the ghastly realm.
Within the confines of the death's garden.
Eternal afterglows echo a motion rhythm.
Souls are aching and seek truth certain.
Within the confines of the death's garden,
Pain spills from the heart as a yearning drops.
Souls are aching and seek truth certain,
Stain soil with red as souls gather and hope
Pain spills from the heart as a yearning drops,
Thoughts are mixed stiff oasis and flow.
Stain soil with red as souls gather and hope,
The rule of sanctity is a veil to hide the blow.
Written: May 18, 2022
POTD of May 20, 2022
Pantoum - Old or New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
The anatomy of a poet’s heart ebbs and flows~
sometimes like the swirling ocean,
fluent in idyllic idioms and mystical metaphors,
woven from aesthetic elements of nature,
for inspirations glide through warm waves,
crashing on shores, when emotions rise with turbulent tides.
Yet today the turquoise seems lusterless,
gloomy clouds overshadow every faultless ripple,
that shines and rhymes amidst cruel currents of time,
leaving ink afloat in blackened seas of sorrow,
reminiscing sapphire blues that unfurled artistic skies,
and here I lay my dreams on an oceanic bed,
embellished with rainbow pearls and rubies,
concealing oozing torrents gushing out of aching arteries,
while magical hues merge with magenta melancholia,
as amethyst afterglows adorn the hushed horizon,
I remain poetically stable…
Come Darling and see
there’s sunlight in the
shadows
no wind in the lee
and under the tree
repose
Beside you and me
subliminal the
meadows
Yet under my nose
scent of damask rose
so strong
like our afterglows
fading blush rush rose
Love song
togetherness flows
and in tomorrows
belong
Babbles rush along
whilst church bells ding dong
agree
We never seemed wrong
as soulmates belong
Look…See
they’re playing our song…
sentenced to lifelong
esprit
3/13/2023
Virelai
Redolent, posh lyrics have hidden flaws.
Surrounded by a rusty sapphire sanctuary
That dampened the beauteous bronze glow.
Gold-sparkly afterglows can be sumptuary.
Surrounded by a rusty sapphire sanctuary
with acidic pollens and nervous neon wisps
Gold-sparkly afterglows can be sumptuary.
built an array of dark and wicked tale tips.
With acidic pollens and nervous neon wisps
Where platinum wings are tightly encased,
built by an array of dark and wicked tale tips.
With ash, in the dawn of solace, unlaced.
Where platinum wings are tightly encased,
I wake anxious, wailing rain, loving the flute.
With ash, in the dawn of solace, unlaced.
Melding dark poem of doom into wool toot.
I wake anxious, wailing rain, loving the flute.
That dampened the beauteous bronze glow.
Melding dark poem of doom into wool toot.
Redolent, posh lyrics have hidden flaws.
Written: January 27, 2023
Quote By: Nat King Cole, "You call it madness but I call it love "
A whisper of dreams landing on my pillow
arriving on the nightstands of amber afterglows
surrender to me and we'll take it nice and slow
gazing softly in each others eyes, by candle glow
A whisper of dreams soaring like two eagles
we will match our wings of glory to the seagulls
then fly towards the moon with passion's equal
in sotto voce voices, gleaned and culled
A whisper of dreams stitched by mere desire
with every longing quenched we will retire
to the mountain top where stars suspire
extracting from the sky an Angel's fire
Burning every bridge we'll swivel up forever,
like two matching weightless, downy feathers.
With the break of dawn, as I watch you sleep,
... sun peeks in.... with gentle fingers on your face....
The morning wakes again, ..and day begins,
... ours to linger in,... close within love's arms.......
Tomorrow seems a distant place, too far to see from here,
Our yesterdays will fade somehow, like faces in the crowd
But wrapped in warmth of midnight's arms, are moments that allow
to keep me high up in the clouds, on a stairway to the sun
I've caught you with your guard down, dreams I cannot know
I'm bound by love, as blinding as the morning's afterglow
The new day keeps a promise, catching you asleep
I see the jealous sun caress, but, ..you are mine, alone, to keep
Your sleeping face, reveals to me... that time and space stands still
And what I feel, ........I know is real........may nothing break the spell
I feel my breath escape, and watch you breathing soft and low
in afterglow, of night's embrace,
...when midnight's promised words were vows
Interlude melody..............
Shadows flirt across the bed, but I know you dream of me
I watch you sleep, as the sun peeks in, with warmer undertones....
In the blushing light, of the night's embrace, are vivid afterglows
Across the bed, the light grows bold, and turns the red to gold
Tomorrow seems a distant place, too far away,.... too far to see from here,
Our yesterdays are vanished stars, lost traces in the clouds
But wrapped in warmth of midnight's arms, where moments have allowed
to keep me high up in the clouds, on a stairway to the sun
High away........high away.........high away on a stairway to the sun
High away.......so very high away........high away, there beyond the sun
Take me there........take me there........ high away.........so high away....
Take me past the sun, to that place, to that place within your dreams
so high away.........high beyond the sun
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8/11/14 For Contest Sponsored By Craig Cornish
"Another Song Lyric"
Written to the music of Peter White's "Life Story"
Summer speaks to me by waking me up early
Playing tunes of beautiful song bird melodies
Blowing cool breezes in early mornings
Creating chimes of rustling tree leaves
She speaks to me through marvels of elaborate spider webs
Through various trees’ dazzling green shades
Through fascinating designs on butterfly wings
Through flutters of humming birds and dances of dragonflies
She speaks to me by offering plums, peaches and numerous berries
And various melons, figs and delicious cherries
Growing scrumptious tomatoes in the garden for my luxury
Exhibiting vivacious blooms on rose bushes and crape myrtle trees
She speaks to me shining bright through brilliance of sunlight
Warming the afternoons and dehydrating grasses on hillsides
Crafting radiant sunsets and captivating afterglows of twilight skies
Generating buzzing mosquitoes in stillness of evenings’ dim lights
She speaks to me through an astonishing sight of a skunk mama and her adorable babies
Showing a watchful face of a raccoon sitting in an oak tree
Displaying an occasional slithering of a rattler or a snake native
Birthing numerous insects and active lizard progenies
Through magnificence of marvelous starry nights
Through frog croaks and cricket lullabies
Through precious waters of the lake
Summer speaks to me and I listen with gratitude in my heart……
My admiration grows
with every conversation,
with every new occasion
that's given me to glimpse your radiant face.
I'm stricken by your grace.
Serenity's your essence;
I weaken in your presence.
And nothing is enough compared with you.
I'm driven to pursue
this sweet increasing pleasure.
Not unobserved, full measure
of beauty reigns within your warm brown eyes.
You took me by surprise.
Your youthful, peerless spirit
impels me to be near it!
What lovely interruption when you came.
Now life is not the same.
May my every yesterday
spent with you, Dear, ricochet
into our bright tomorrows' afterglows.
Feb. 1, 2018
Nestled is the slender twisting trail canyon between timeless steep
aspiring mountains and meditative sopheric sea waters
The frail road deepens into lofty thickness further from the harsh
volcanic valley where passion’s throes are ever in abeyance as days grind
on at a petty pace, as winding cathartic minds strive to be free and leave their
fears of mortal sin, intrusive family— religious dogma dismissive, oppressive
My yearning heart writhes in agonizing prose knowing senses magma
guilt etched into my very core, now behind
I’ll unwind, in a soft bed of sand that awaits
Spring’s strong winds of life call, visible the sea in the
distance, in instance, heads tilt, abut, falling upon my
wooer’s shoulder, he presses gears, downshifts reaching tireless
slate-gray force spreading over ocean floors flooding with no remorse
An uncommon gallantry he displayed, a warrior’s valiant looks
fired up my very essence
A dimming sun immerses into a hesitant horizon, sweeping breezes spin
warm spells embracing an enchanter’s realm,
with its charm he gazed into languid eyes
Silhouettes stark, foreheads bow, touch, sweetened sweat from
jasmine bushes alongside the road, perks of riding the stallion of steel
evoked smiles in sideview mirror, heated rims, spokes spun
Dismount a stroll, toes sank in sand, holding hands dodging driftwood
washed ashore, I chose a serpent shaped, a souvenir!
I’d glue turquoise stone eyes, a keepsake, or an omen?
Zena’s cove of guilty pleasures seal fates, certainly
not rhythmic lapping waves against the shore nor salmon sunset
or a waxing crescent moon, and not the wistful ocean’s teary spray
Its tears wetted my cheeks in afterglows
Lest moonlit sky amongst shy hidden stars
Pangs subside, panic betides, doctrine ridden not from our marrow
Womb’s flower in bloom, a secret kept, an advent arrival
The planets wept, forms beyond birth of celestial bodies,
one existence yet does sin exist in celestial angels?
He held tightly, softly whispered let’s run away,
his proposal on adulthood’s precarious cusp,
bestowed him a refusal, sweet youth ruins
Alas and alack life proceeds
steady as ebb and flow of the tides
After a precious gem she’s named, sweet lord
never more blissful, daughter
Caressed are tranquil ocean waves
Time and Its Sad Afterglows
porch swing, one old dog
green pasture and fallen barn
dawn's light, empty house
Robert J. Lindley, 6-11-2018
Haiku
A nano spark
Neutrino fast
In the dark
A quantum light
Spreads out
Across the universe
In kinetic form
I see it disperse
Among the quasars
And the asteroid belts
And it blazes
Like lasers
Across the cosmos
Leaving afterglows
And then it's followed
By a full array
Of quarks
Causing a redshift
And a doppler effect
That resonates in red
Radioactive threads
That is thermodynamic
In the end of everything
And a symphony of
Wave particles sing
Physics rejoicing
Cosmically voicing
Essences of life
Within a dark matter light
Denied to human eyes
As we take off
In astral flight
Witnessing a quantum delight.
Sometimes,
sailing in ebony blades
of saturnine seas
brings forth a forsaken froth
of scarred reveries,
when musk-ochre
tints of sunshine cease
to slice through solemn
scarlet skies and
cruelly-coloured black-pearls
shimmer as an obsidian beacon
of forest-green intentions,
caging pantoums of peace
in glass-jars of
bleeding sandalwood-scented
butterflies, entrapped in
sapphire patterns.
My spirit is often ablaze
as a crematory where
opal-gold truths are buried
eight feet under the raven crusts,
and I rise as feathery-flames
in hot-bronze furnaces
of diamond-dragon's
chauvinistic cave,
so that heart's papier- mâché
cells never sacrifice their
rosemary plasma to
eagle-edged egoes and
noiseless yet suffocating
sonatas of narcissistic
nestled woodpeckers.
I believe, life is wistful
like wilderness of a white-wolf,
growling besides midnight's
brim and howling to the
carmine moon, wrapping
peach-sunsets of serenity
in fluid-time, unfolding
scattered shades of
sonorously rustling foliages,
shimmering in breezes of
crumbling claret twigs and
satin seedlings whining
to the list of traitors,
for their unborn lavender buds.
So, swear not under the afterglows
of august skies and
let me float on the
crest of azure waves, in my
snowflake-capsule, being
immortally evanescent,
As every promise is like
a betraying magenta melody
of crepuscular youth, fading
in forged futuristic pastels.
Dust descends and day is done,
Darkness lays a restive spread;
Evening ushers new puns,
Hear the night owl in the glades.
This starry nocturne reveals
A cast of night time charades;
Deep dark propels a strange feel,
Cicadas and frogs spark trade.
Outside our window a burst:
Fireflies in aerial flirting;
Somnolent hours spawn a thirst:
Night creatures prowl dark settings.
This countryside escapade
Feeds trends that illuminate;
Fatigue finds rest here instead
Of city dwellers debate!
A weekend away from home:
A country cottage retreat;
To seek and find yet not roam
Too far from civilised streets.
Time for thoughts and surge of rhymes,
Feel the rhythm and the urge;
Ink the wonder in fond chimes,
Pen pleasant surprise and merge.
Let the rustic charms echo
Imagery that tells why
Our modern lives seem hollow
In afterglows and sad sighs.
Words ooze with easy feelings,
Jerky yet smooth in plain pitch;
Thoughts that crowd meandering,
To scratch and soothe the sore itch.
Shadows dance in twilight moon,
Night citizens on the prowl;
Observe the bright midnight noon,
Listen to the preaching owl!
Soon sleepy moods must mingle
With dreams that come out to play;
Drowsy sensations tingle
As cold night winds breeze away.
Leon Enriquez
04 Mar 2014
Singapore