Best Arced Poems

an ardent desire of flames was burning
its passion held captive within our hearts
the temple of bodies arced in yearning
when fingers became restless like mozart's
melodies played...

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Our eyes met 
Across the room
The sight of her
My heart went boom
 
Her shiny hair
Skin so fair
Slimline body
Shaped to stare
 
I introduce
Myself to her
Her accent...

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Ballroom Delights

We are swept in the whirl of gowns twirling around
In the glow of glass lights shining down from each wall
While I dance with his...

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Most nights I come and go in silence
offering temptation to a lover’s glance

Tonight I am the eerie guardian
of children in a mindless sugar-trance.

My narrow grin...

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I'm a feathered ocean,
stained with inspiring hearts of lost souls, weaving light,
life's potion

A wisdom's pray,
let rivulets sing in mauve might,
arced sway

And stars,
carve sagas, bright,
scars

I'm a...

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Upon the stage, curtains wave and part;
halos arise from black velvet canvas,
an aurora-lime dance.

Arced streamers among the nimbus
lends it’s flavors of cherry and orange,
personality to...

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Upon the stage, curtains wave and part;
halos arise from black velvet canvas, an aurora-lime dance.
Arced streamers among the nimbus lends it’s flavors of cherry and...

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MOON WAVE

Poseidon drew up from the salty sea,
a silver splash of wave from Earth to Moon.
High was the crest as it arced and fell free,
from...

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Unless…
        by Odin Roark

Seems just yesterday the sun arced
Over precarious ice
The street’s one elm
Leaned its naked branches with...

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A moth to the heart of the light, flamed
A memory semi-precious, almost alive
A random arced flight of a bullet not aimed
A gymnastic crimson misted dusty...

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Cumulus Nimbus
To build upon the plains
On sun ripened grass
Golden yellow
The blinding white
Glorious hammerheads 
Towered to the sky
The coming rains

Colours ,can change too
In the heat of...

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We were one people, neighbours and kin
Before independence and the politician’s whim
In August’47, the brotherhood ended
The country was partitioned and we were independent

Democracy worked in...

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trees whispered her name
for a queen was born
from a faerie and an archer
who had the soul of a poet
the love of his moondust
in an early...

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Lightning arced the sky
Illuminating my mind
Nature's poetry...

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Aquila and Moondust
Sat together in soft firelight

No words spoken

Everything had been said

Through their hearts

The love awoken

 

The moon rose high in the night sky

Moondust felt...

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