Best Amazement Poems
A day, so many years ago, we traveled up to see the stars
from high upon a rising spire,
not knowing then, what we know now
We stood in voiceless, transfixed gaze, where once two towers pierced the sky
But now the fog of stinging tears grips the throat and swallows years
How fragile life will bend and curve,
and take away in one brief day, the voice of reason, never heard
Now back again, and through the haze, we read the names, now carved like graves
Where water streams three thousand tears, and years can't wash away the pain
Where bitter comes the taste of rain
Yet, reverently, the voice is clear
of hope and pride, where life begins
Raw photographs have not been blurred, in spite of where my heart was plunged,
into the darkest dungeon known
And still the blackest smoke has turned
into amazement, where I've grown
to treasure good before it's gone...
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For Contest Sponsored By FJ Thomas "My Spirit"
Mugs of hot chocolate trickle down throats
Snowman is built with a carrot nose
Snuggled into our warmest coats
Can't wait to sled as the snowfall grows
Scrunching on boots over chilly toes
On frozen ponds we all go skating
Sliding our way through the ice and snow
Colder weather anticipating
Doesn't stop us don't you know
Mother Nature's putting on a show
Now we come inside to get warm
Build ourselves a cozy fire
We are watching the blanketing storm
The beauty of which we never tire
Extravaganza we so admire!
Fall is so lovely but when it wanes
Winter's wonders are welcomed in
Like snowflakes on the window panes
As another season does begin
We dress up warm,hug each other and grin!
* for Carol Brown's "Welcoming Winter" contest
When sneezing does it feel like you head will come off
I'm always ready to catch it much to my friends guffaws
They cheer and high five me
As I stick it back on with glee
Quite a spectacle, utter amazement it can cause
© Jack Ellison 2016
lighthouse amazement
beautiful scene at sundown
picturesque passion
When a great poet paints - the voyage
turns internal - discovering
the hidden treasures of souls
The saga unfolds...
A poetry
written in
lines and
curves
29.11.15
For the contest : Favorite Painter
Sponsored by : Nayda Ivette Negron
A recipient of the Nobel Prize (1913) for literature, Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) was born in an affluent Bengali family. The versatile genius developed an acute sensibility towards various art forms such as literature, poetry, dance and music. He was well aware of contemporary cultural trends around the world. Tagore’s journey as a painter began in his late sixties as an extension of his poetic consciousness. Though he had hardly any formal training in art, he developed a highly imaginative and spontaneous visual vocabulary, enhanced by a sound understanding of visual art practices such as modern western, primitive and child art. - Source : National Gallery of Modern Art, Govt. of India, http://ngmaindia.gov.in/sh-rabindranath.asp
If you want to enjoy his paintings, please google it. As Nayda has restricted this contest in Nonet form, I have to finish it in nine lines only. But I wish to write a Haibun on this subject later, to satisfy my humble self.
The rains came today
washing down an acrid mist
hours upon hours of descension
as if sun would had never exist
barren, he laid half naked
under guise of her watchful eyes
in amazement he stared at her attention
climbing high atop his throbbing soul
engorged by the surge of her beauty
and her desire to take all control
soft words were spoken aloft
stroking his very being
sensed in theme of inversion
and sudden urge to be free
conjoined momements gratified wonder
euphoric exhilaration overcame
blues brightened, greys drifted away
melancholy migrated and felicity stayed
Beauteous strength so majestic with truth,
Enabling rock stating truth as mineral,
Acting retarded to ignite my speech,
Unleashing modernity in that ancient screech,
Teaching me that I can have my youth,
Endeared to me, havering away it seems to be tickled,
Out with distrust and without problem of cholesterol,
Unmoved when I keep everything inside for myself to hide,
Sanitised and effected, us both, parental wisdom has trickled.
Editing poem was the genesis - scribbles to cover up the unwanted. manuscripts became pieces of art - his calligraphy and doodles. The pen which created magic with words, started playing with lines and curves. Art was intrinsic - mediums differ. Shifts from words to figures became frequent. The Poet started writing poems and stories with his paint brush. He left his paintings unnamed - for you to imagine - sensible souls.
of late came the wish
to express thoughts with brushes -
spring came in colours
01/01/16
( This poem is all about the paintings of Noble Laureate poet Rabindranath Tagore)
Adult days keep rolling faster.
We attribute this to aging,
but it’s routine, firm as plaster,
that induces each years fading.
Adult responsibility
eliminates most mystery.
We don’t absorb what happens next
when we’ve memorized each day’s text.
But there is the joy of fireworks,
those spontaneous dreamworks,
where our free inner child still lurks
and adult brains forego their works.
We find awe, glee and excitement
are not feelings left behind us.
Vibrant bursts grow our amazement,
color pops our gushing gazement.
The joy in all we do not know
(what follows next, when will it end),
gives grown senses a childlike glow
and then, oh yes, then, time does bend.
Find life with Amazement
By Elaine Roy
Find a heart, so you can cherish
Live a dream, for tomorrow
Embrace time, to live each moment
Don't forget, to savor the laughter
Let life find it way, to embrace you
Where nature, sing each day to awake you
Share your heart and release the sorrow
Find life filled with amazement; to see your brighter tomorrows!
The pot calling the kettle black
Is like a sock in the shoe rack
The black cat crossing the road
X the window lest something explode
Ain't life grand with all its fables
Knocking on wood sitting at the table
Don't step on the sidewalk crack
Lest you break granny's back
So much fun when you was a child
Watching the adults really go wild
As Granny turned the car around
Finding another route to get to town
Cause a cat decided to cross the road
Scared something in life would implode
Licking her finger to mark the x
Just so she would not be vexed
We would laugh and call her nuts
Being caught up in these little ruts
And though we thought it to be lame
We would wind up doing the same
I'd love to see it once again
Granny and her x with her grin!
Blue-black, purple sky recedes
As dawn peeks out her curtain;
Eyelids kissed by rising sun,
of egg shell white, I'm certain.
I say goodnight to night.
With asphalt tapping under foot
The morning moves another chance
For me to enter into dance with God.
I thought I was alone this morning,
Running in a stillness.
Lost, with cost
Of only air exhaled.
Rising Swirls of smoke
As my engine puffs its lungs of air,
Dismissing yesterday
With all its care.
Without a labour, calm
Alone inside the dawn,
Leaning into nothingness but time.
I found myself
Standing on a bridge,
Hearing distant trumpets then,
Secreting sounds of honking when,
A distant movement shimmered on
A bank of glimmered green.
A flight of motion swept the air
As geese in flight, by morning light
Flew to meet me there.
Six in V,
Approaching me
Between the trees and waters pressed;
As I, with awe undressed
Stood naked in astonishment.
A calvary of feathers fly,
Brush my hair, reflect my eye.
As kinship new,
Inside my hallowed space
They flew.
Carrying off
My lingering stare
To leave me humbled,
Trembling there
Wrapped inside
The presence of
My God.
never thought i would find love again
never thought i would meet you
you are a handful, but so am i
total opposites, but we mesh in an alternative way, if you will
never thought i would kiss soft lips again
never came close to thinking that i would kiss you
oooh, the arguments that we would have
neither one of us backing down
we despised each other so, but somehow, God Intervened
never thought i would enjoy living again
never thought i would be in this car rental driving any damn where with you
we both STAY in awe of the mere fact that we do not pull over and kill each other
however, we are so chill with each other laughing and joking now
we still will let each other know here and there now, but that's love and life
never want to be anywhere else....without the WHOLE of you in my heart, mind, and soul.....
A glistening sun-baked day
Blue sky reverberates into deeper blue
Light shimmers in pixels
A yellow butterfly flutters against the petals of a flower,
Like a piece of paper caught in a breeze,
It lilts and lolls and lifts lazily
A dog shifts on the cool concrete floor
Stretches legs and rolls over murmuring
On the edge of the shady bird bath,
A Cape robin pauses, flashing eyes, a red breast
Then it dives in, wings whirling like windmills as it sings sweetly to the silence of a summer day
I watch from the stoep as life eases and settles into a rhythm of peace,
Slowly unfurling:
An African day winds down, seamlessly
And I feel the solace of true belonging
Not the myth, not the stories
Just the letting go of all it's pieces.
I'm standing in a pool of blood,
Where did it come from?
My friends all look in horror,
I laugh. What else can I do?
My wrists are bleeding,
But what can I say?
They rush out for me,
But I pull away.
I look at them with eyes full of hate,
And say"Now look at what you've gone and made me do!"
I lean against the wall,
Falling to my knees.
Their eyes following me,
I cry out in sheer excitement!
I look at my wrists,
I look at them in amazement!
Blood all around me I feel right at home,
No one loves me and I feel all so alone.
When I thought about the meaning of my life,
I realized it was a lie!
No real friends, no family that cared,
Everybody pushed me away !
Now I'm left staring at my wrists in Amazement!