Best Ambled Poems
I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs,
For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood;
And I dreamed my lost love came stealthily out of the wood
With her cloud-pale eyelids falling on dream-dimmed eyes.
William Butler Yeats
Notions had gathered inside my head;
a wanderlust that refused to be denied.
Within my mind, the need of love was bred,
burned in tongues of fire that torched a hole
inside my heart and seared my soul.
I sought the finest wine from the valley floor,
to sate my thirst when he'd stand at my side.
I climbed heathered hills; crossing streams
Down twisting paths I ambled, taking wrong turns
until I found the enchanting vision in my dreams,
and feasted on the fruit of my heart's desire.
But too soon he slipped from my arms.
Left behind were his vespers in passion's embers,
and fading echoes of his whispered words.
Time rushed through years like sifting sand
but the fire he kindled has not died.
I remember the gentle touch of his hand,
and sweet moments of devotion we stole.
Now, with feeble steps I remain in pursuit
of memories we made long ago in the valley.
I hear his voice in the wind, and I cannot refute
that love's flame still burns within my soul.
An interpretation of ''The Song of Wandering Aengus,"
by William Butler Yeats.
Categories:
ambled, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Come wrestle with a gator!
Said the poster at the fair.
With tape around its mouth, it looked
Pathetic in its lair.
Yet in a cage adjoining it,
A tortoise ambled 'round,
Its movements sure and steady,
One foot lifting off the ground.
With claws extended, it appeared
To glide on tippy toes;
Its ancient eyes gazed straight ahead,
A true reptilian pose.
The children leaned and stroked its shell.
It didn't seem to mind,
Although I'm sure it would have liked
A stroke from its own kind.
That tortoise kept on moving,
Though perhaps to help prepare
For a coming-soon encounter
With an unsuspecting hare!
Categories:
ambled, animals,
Form:
Rhyme
Sunny aspirations were not meant to be
As cloudy days appended the rainy nights
And mornings arose with darkened skies
Leaving her behind, in shattered dreams
Still she walked, in your abandoned path
Hoping one day you would turn around
But you kept advancing, defying her call
Searching for meaning you never found
Though she was light, you ambled dark
Ignoring the blue sky when it was dawn
Burning in hot sand tricked by a mirage
Skipping the pond, where lives the swan
Markers of love got washed away soon
Life you chiseled still burns the wound
Footprints of desire that stayed frozen
Melted away with the changing season
Now being aged, you detest loneliness
But memories too have fled your name
July 19, 2018
Placed 4th in best free verse contest by John Hamilton
Placed first in late October 2018 contest by Brian Strand
Categories:
ambled, lost love, love hurts,
Form:
Free verse
The Muffin and the Cupcake
Little miss muffin was resting one day
When a cute little cupcake came looking her way
The gaze he held, was saying one thing
I'm coming over to pull apron string
She blushed an blustered and turned all coy
But couldn’t resist the touch of the boy
Was this the mix she had waited for
Since she had sprung from the old oven door
He ambled over, his eye on her crest
He touched her side to physically test
He needed to see she was not a mirage
For he was battered by beauties barrage
He felt the warmth that swelled from her heart
And swore that day that they’d never part
He said, “My darling, with me will you run
I’ll take you a ride and we will have fun
For you are my muffin and I’m your cupcake
And nothing will sunder the bond that we make”
She took, his word, their lips came to meet
Was there ever before, kisses tasting so sweet
The last I heard, they had run away
And merrily danced in their love so they say
So muffin or cupcake, next time you eat
You may have destroyed, but their love not defeat.
Categories:
ambled, fantasy, love, , cute,
Form:
Couplet
There was a little dog one day,
Who ambled on his aimless way.
He didn't have a house or home:
A doggy bed or fine meat bone.
His coat was mats and full of fleas.
He owned no boy to try and please.
Near garbage bin was where he sat,
Along with one sad, homeless cat.
His human threw him out you see.
This person wasn't you or me.
For we would never be so cruel,
Or act like some poor, heartless fool.
The winter came and with it cold.
Dog's airy ways were put on hold.
He shivered in the dark of night:
A sad, pathetic, needy sight.
And then a storm blew in with snow.
It left dog with no place to go.
He sat and whined beside the road,
For someone kind to lift his load.
Then came a car -- slow passing by.
A young boy warm and loved inside.
He saw the freezing, half grown pup
And begged they stop and pick him up.
The winter passed and next the spring.
Now please behold a wondrous thing.
A boy and dog romp on the grass.
All mats and fleas now in the past.
It's joy and love and fun we see.
The way that God meant it should be.
Both run and play, all pain now past;
This bond of dog and boy shall last.
The sad thing is allotted time
Of man and dog will just not rhyme.
The boy will know sad loss of friend,
Long years before his own sure end.
Then in a time that's yet to be,
They'll reunite both young and free.
Forever will their bond go on,
In timeless sunsets, countless dawns.
© 2015 Diane Lefebvre
Categories:
ambled, abuse, child, dog, first
Form:
Narrative
My family had always told me
About ‘our gift’ since I was a small girl
That allowed us to feel the spiritual,
And see things not of this world
I ignored them until, at the age of sixteen
I’d gone out with a friend for the night,
We were being walked home by her father
When we encountered an unusual sight
As we giddily ambled along a dark road
A cloaked woman came into view
She drew closer, until we met face to face
Then she spookily walked straight through
My friend’s father, who seemed oblivious to this
And continued to walk on home
As he said nothing, and nor did my friend
I was sure the sighting had been mine alone
But I asked them both if they’d seen her
They said that I’d had too much drink,
‘She sees spirits as well as drinks them’
My friend’s father said, with a wink
We never spoke of that night again
But that sighting wasn’t my last
I’ve had more ‘paranormal’ experiences
As I’ve grown and years have gone past
I just have to step into old buildings
To feel a ‘vibe’ and become aware
Of the energy held within its walls,
And tell if ‘spirits’ walk there
When I visit an ancient monument
That is surrounded by fields of war,
I can hear the sounds of the battles
And cries of those who have gone before
Sometimes it can be disconcerting
As bad energy can be a pain
But I wouldn’t be without my special ‘gift’
Or change my life with the unexplained.
This poem has been written for Danielle Whites 'Time Warp' contest
Categories:
ambled, mystery
Form:
Quatrain
Our jobs were all done yesterday,
Got up to a sunny morning today.
Breakfast done and dishes washed,
Another coffee and my comfy chair,
Just gazing about seeing what's there.
Azure blue sky and a gentle breeze,
All in place for a morning of ease.
Birds drink at the fountain I made,
They also drink at our water cascade.
Bees gathering nectar for their Queen,
All in the garden is quite serene.
Butterflies flutter by, cicadas chatter,
Pigeons in the Pine having a natter.
A large bright green lizard ambled across,
For all the world saying Hey I'm the boss.
Smaller ones flitted among the pots,
Prehistoric animals that time forgot.
And so the day passed in our Cyprus place,
A coffee, a book, our dogs in a lazy space.
© Dave Timperley 30 July 2017
Categories:
ambled, appreciation, home, sunshine,
Form:
Rhyme
Lightheaded I ambled
towards the lonely pub.
Liquor helps sometimes you know.
It burns the mind,
empties it
of niggling thoughts,
of subtle yearnings,
of ambitious aspirations.
There she was
redhead and flushed.
A companion in distress.
We drank together,
confessed together,
envied together.
Time's up.
Outwards we lurched
hugging each other
towards the beach
where empty cabins
gave us respite.
Morning arrived.
She was not there.
Pity!
I knew not her name.
Might as well call her
whisky.
Categories:
ambled, abuse, addiction,
Form:
Free verse
His shop is filled with the finest treasures
The artist walks ‘midst his imposing creations,
By the marvelous statuary, and original pictures.
Artifacts collected from myriads of nations
Featuring tapestries and folk art unparalleled,
The artist walks ‘midst his imposing creations
And those of other masters who’ve excelled
In the finest of arts, from both here and abroad,
Featuring tapestries and folk art unparalleled.
Any person of the finer tastes will be awed
By the lovely oils and large mixed media
In the finest of arts, from both here and abroad.
The artist is clearly a legendary encyclopedia
My appreciation for his knowledge enhanced
By the lovely oils and large mixed media.
As I ambled through, I became entranced
His shop is filled with the finest treasures
My appreciation for his knowledge enhanced
By the marvelous statuary and original pictures.
Written July 25, 2022
Categories:
ambled, appreciation, art, culture,
Form:
Terzanelle
In the midst of a wet night,
Discovered myself upon a viaduct.
Straggled or vagrant, uncertain.
Not petrified by the dark, rumbling sky,
Amazed to find the place familiar.
I perceived the faintest advancing steps,
On turning back, delighted with her presence.
The cold, shivering breeze,
Waved her black long hair.
I insisted not to blink.
She ambled,
At my fore now, only whispered.
I apologize greatly, for concealment, for eons.
I was denied your presence: a shadow's grace.
Only welcoming death set my soul free.
Fate unveiled its script,
Offering me a last goodbye.
Imparting my truth before the noose claims me.
My world knows no dawn since....
Now gone, shine bright, bring me dawn once more.
Conveying my farewell,
I plunged into the water.
Bewildered-reincarnated.
Faced....
My damp eyes.
Categories:
ambled, beauty, dark, death, extended
Form:
Romanticism
The sun set low
And my heart split asunder
The wind blew hard with traces of slow
Darkness spread around and pierced deep under
My blooming valley of roses
Causing them to wrinkle and writher
Poison seeped through my immaterial illusionary world
And caused my heaven a devastating destruction
Smithereens of cutting glass started flowing in my blood
Caused me to shed tears, which made my imaginary world flood
The night seemed eternal, the silence so bloody
Chilled my nerves with horror so relentlessly
Stung my heart with so horrible notions
O how I wished I could lose myself in a twirling motion
With sight and tears, my head rested to a weak slumber
Jerked awake the next morn with a head struck with thunder
The tears so mercilessly had intervened with my peace connection
To stay serene for the next few hours was something beyond imagination
O how I dearly desired the whole ordeal was just a wicked dream
But reality chases one even in a protective realm
Ambled I feebly with a heart soaked in dolor
To a room which I considered my treasure trove
Where I had hatched all my sunny memories and flourished in their fragrance
Where flowed swiftly my memory river with steadiness
With broken sighs and a distressed heart
I set forth to design a beautiful card
But relinquished my work before it was accomplished
Well aware I was that fate would not have it acknowledged
With uncontrollable emotions and a heart filled with desperation
Broke off into a million tears which filled my sea of emotions
With withered reminiscences and scattered notions
How I wept! With great pain I sobbed
As if of worthy fortunes someone had me robbed
My plight seemed everlasting, my love ever flowing
Through the misty valleys where there was no hope of blooming
Into long cherished dreams and sentimental illusions
If it was God’s ordained Will, then there was no solution
Except to bear the whole trial with forbearance
But I failed to practise that, and made undesired interference
In matters where things were already so bleak
But I ensured that my next few months were doomed to make me weak
That’s another story, I desire to abandon it for now
Sometimes later, so farewell for now
Categories:
ambled, lost love, me, heart,
Form:
Lyric
As I ambled around the village pond
I skimmed a stone through reed and frond,
In distress, ducks took flight
Guilty I, to cause them fright.
Protesting loudly in their quacking
My common sense seemed sadly lacking,
I never thought that stone I chucked
Would cause such grief, to little ducks.
Categories:
ambled, bird, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Birds flew among the old oak trees
Savoring melody in the breeze.
Last night, it rained hard and the air was cleared.
Shining vivid leaves glistened,
Few fell, colorful lawn.
A small sweet deer ambled downwards the winding path.
Towards a small clear pond it ambled in great awe
My whole being at least a consolation hath,
Seeing it have a bath and play and then it saw
among floating leaves
tadpoles in shimmering waves . . .
beware the ducklings
17 September 2020
For Constance La France's "Writing challenge, nature - four in one" contest
Placed 3
Categories:
ambled, bird, nature, tree,
Form:
Rhyme
'Twas a pleasant morning,
As I ambled through the park.
I heard a little songbird,
It may have been a lark.
But then again, it may have not,
For birds are not my thing.
Whatever little bird it was,
How sweetly it could sing.
Then I saw a vision,
As angels to my eyes,
Swans came a-gliding,
From cloudless cobalt skies.
Indignant ducks they scattered,
Protesting in their quacking.
As swans landed with the grace,
That ducks are sadly lacking.
Soon though peace returned,
As I ambled through the park.
I heard a little songbird,
It may have been a lark...
Categories:
ambled, bird, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
~Frosty Interlude~
She ambled in the frosty woods.
Wondering, if with her imbalance
problems and her cane, if she should.
Still, she forged ahead bravely through
slippery branches and dead grass,
Till the world tilted and she went
crashing onto her _ss!
As luck would have it, a fellow-
canes-man was there.
He greeted her and brushed the
dead leaves and frost from her
graying, full head of hair.
Stood the grateful woman up,
and took her to his gentlemanly
lair.
Hot chocolate and cookies were
placed on the table.
He gave her a warm, Turkish towel,
to dry her long hair, making her
serenely comfortable.
They spent that entire November
day together!
A day she will always with sweet
thoughts and in her heart, fondly
cherish and remember!
11/1/2019
Categories:
ambled, beautiful, environment, friendship, social,
Form: