Best Arching Poems
The powdery snow gloves the fingers
of maple forest, protecting barren bark
with the expectation of rose tipped bloom.
A meeting point between pristine
innocence and the veiled promise of spring
ripening. Each trunk and limb mirrors
the action of man. Reaching, arching,
swaying, creating aisles of church-like splendor,
a sacrament where the virginal may walk
toward communion with their God. Inward
toward the birth of faith and outward toward
the wedgwood sky in celestial sight.
Categories:
arching, caregiving, childhood, devotion, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
Oh, weeping willow - friend to me
enchanting thee shall always be.
I have bequeathed secrets to thee
whilst whispering gently to me.
Taketh comfort when hie to flee
nature’s maddening outburst spree.
Cometh rain, shine, you hear my plea
and protect me from life’s debris.
Graceful thee stand my eyes to see
awaiting and weeping with me.
Seasoned branches becoming free
to kiss the ground - teardrops from thee.
Your arching harbour so feathery;
long green leaves a pillow to me.
I rest in safety, hope, to be -
revived afore take leave of thee.
Nectar flowers that feed the bee,
bell shaped yellow, so bright to see.
Catkins fall as you give to me
a token of friendship - bless thee.
Oh, weeping willow - friend to me
enchanting thee shall always be.
I have bequeathed secrets to thee
whilst whispering gently to me.
Categories:
arching, friendship, tree,
Form:
Monorhyme
Aloft, the gem was mounted in black velvet skies
A refulgent pearl, surrounded by glistening stars
Cradled in the arms of midnight, it hung as a prize,
as exquisite as a painting, credited as one of Renoir's
Framed by arching branches of a leafless oak,
a sultry mist bowed before the majestic moon
She was partly veiled by clouds serving as a cloak
Her beauty serenaded by the somber song of a loon
Its tune a haunting trill, a funeral chant of death,
for Luna was wounded, splattered in crimson blood
like that spilled by Duncan in Act 5 of Macbeth,
or a rose pricked by its thorns, a hemorrhaging bud
A sudden stillness enshrouded the atmosphere
Swift currents of reticence flowed in a cryptic river
Pensively I gazed, transfixed on the moon in fear
Impressions of her demise gave me cause to shiver
Such nebulous notions clouded my brooding mind,
for the moon was merely blushing while in eclipse
As dusk darkens shadows of night's morrow, I'll find
a golden orb on high, without sign of an apocalypse
July 22, 2022
2022 Marathon Mile 9 Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Categories:
arching, moon,
Form:
Rhyme
O
the bane
of being so slavishly in love,
to face another bloodless sunrise alone.
Myself, I’m spun in silken strands enthralled
yet, still stung by the whip of your selfish whims.
Your fleeting presence flashes like iridescence in light,
an elusive rainbow whose colors escape my grasp.
I pine for possession of one I cannot possess,
my burning being’s bewitched.
This yoke of yearning pliantly possesses me;
ensnaring me in the exquisite twist
of the fervent temptations you weave -
as your amorous play strums the lusty lure
of a gossamer thread I wish to follow to your soul,
whilst my purring thirst is captured -- then ignored.
O
the woe
of being caught
in the frill of desire’s web,
aching for the thrill of arching pleasures,
craving to be melted by our molten fusion,
longing forever, wanting and waiting breathlessly
for your wanton appetite to ravish me
always and again.
Susan Ashley
July 3, 2019
N/A
Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 4
Sponsor: Mark Toney
~ Poem Of The Day ~
July 5, 2019
~ Third Place ~
Premiere Contest: Slave To Love
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Categories:
arching, desire, emotions, longing, love
Form:
Free verse
Abigail’s Spring
Beneath the shelter of winter’s barren arbor
My winter abused heart
Watches the day’s light linger in the sky resisting darkness -
Begging to play a little longer every day –
Pushing twilight away at arm’s length with pink and brilliant orange
Leaving wispy trails of color in the sky;
Urging empty branches and shivering wheat
Lift up their eyes from bruising rains
And crushing chill of wilderness storms;
Seeing here howling tirades of blizzards
Trade places with long sunbeams stretching slowly
Across my sun starved shadow, warming the winter’s wildness -
Coaxing pale green shoots to peek timidly at meadows
Covered with patchwork quilts of blue and yellow -
Orange scattered across arching hills –
Welcoming the face of spring with arms spread wide;
Listening for the bleating of black faced sheep
When they shed their fleecy coats;
Not looking back into the breath of moaning winds,
Longing sighs transformed into shouts of laughter
Chase themselves across the plains in children’s games;
My spirit, once wrapped in hibernation, feels the changing of the wind
Running up the road – knocking on the gate -
With a moveable feast born of abundance;
Stone cold frozen heart beats again in rhythm with gracious blessings
As the simple sparrow teaches
Her young to fly with the morning light
Rejoicing on warm nights filled with songs of mourning doves –
My face turns - embracing this greening valley -
As spring sprints breathlessly up the path.
April, 2020
Contest: Personal Favorite No. 2
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
5/16/20
Contest: Poetry Marathon Mile 13
Sponsor: Mark Toney
30 Lines
First place - Brian Strand Your Choice B - 5/17/20
Number 1 Best New Poem - 6/13-20
Poem of the Week - 6/20/20
First place - Brian's Choice G 6-21-20 - Brian Strand
First place Your Best Poem of 2020 - John Hamilton
Top Ten, #10, Poet Destroyer 11/7/20
Chosen for publication in PS It's Poetry
Categories:
arching, life, spring,
Form:
Free verse
I stand, the most statuesque, peeking through the clouds
that lend their softness as my pillow when sun in midnight drowns.
Golden sun, a fitting crown for a majesty such as me;
Somber moon, my nightcap; tundra stockings on my feet.
Veins of icy water; hair of snow drifts white.
I, the ladder Jacob dreamt of, one revealing night.
Would you climb and be my king, upon my peak to rest?
Or meet, descending from the heavens, doom's Angel of Death.
Dare to move me by your faith as the man from Galilee;
or does my might leave you in doubt to tremble on your knees?
Against my chest, Thor strikes his hammer; thunder fills your ears.
From my shoulders, he takes aim; arching lightening spears.
Haven to monstrous legends as the abominable snow beast;
hidden in tales of lore, on nonbelievers he does feast.
Bursting forth from earthen womb, a giant granite fountain.
Ancient tower of vast unknowns; I am the mighty mountain.
Categories:
arching, earth, mountains,
Form:
Personification
Beside the sea I wait~
the dreamy dawn to shine
and paint horizon's hue
in tawny, taupe and teal
unveiling vivid view.
Beside the sea I wait~
the early birds in flight
arching like tiara
making sky a painting
of placid aurora.
Beside the sea I wait~
the whisper of the breeze
soaring as sunshine sings
her stellar symphony
reviving lost musings.
Beside the sea I wait~
the crashing of the waves
sparkling like sunlit snow
as they return to shore
my love will, too, I know.
Categories:
arching, inspiration, ocean, sea,
Form:
Monchielle Stanza
~
“Pristine your pose, exposed artistic allure”
Canvas on easel waits patiently,
naked in formless thought
Inviting rapture’s brush strokes
“White on white destined pleadings”
Visions engulf watercolor yearnings
blending passion’s tints…
Seductive bristled breaths fall
“Soft curves fill unframed desires”
Orchid skin seeps semi-gloss wishes,
hues of fire fed glazing
Smooth along tender tan lines
“Valleys of bliss penetrate oiled needs”
Mahogany eyes captivate,
portals shimmering silently,
beckoning in secretive glances
“Seductive palettes draw on my sight”
Crimson lips in a whimpered pout,
satin pillowed arching designs
whisper me my dreams
“Their touch breaks my will”
As I paint you, I linger in lust
Overwhelmed by your beauty,
falling helplessly into this masterpiece
“And we become one via art”
Saturated in drop cloth drippings,
sighs of fevered temptations rise
releasing abstract movements
“Acrylic serenity, vibrant achings”
Melting in chromatic motion,
collapsing among over-sprayed delirium,
embracing flowing iridescent endings
“Lost forever in a portrait of love”
Categories:
arching, art, beauty, desire, love,
Form:
Free verse
.
You were skipping stones
and as I watched
a slowly arching ripple
gently kissing the shore
I found myself wishing
I was that ripple
and you were that shore
Categories:
arching, love,
Form:
Light Verse
R a i n ~ a misted mirror
coated in petrichor pain ~
fused with memories
pirouetting through the
veiled salt of the earth,
caressing the Pina Colada dreams
adrift in the icy-blue air,
amidst clouds soaked
in prismatic hues ~
arching like opalescent canopies,
to hide the despair I’ve draped
in dragonfly hues that no one knows
but the moon and his
merciful silver, forever stroking
the silken surface of s i l e n c e ~
homed within my
heart that aches…
And along with the thunder ~
came confetti of scars,
a piercing flash of metallic truth
revealing midnight rays
of how I’ve long been the storm ~
a murky sky of cracked constellations,
a rush of roaring torrents,
driving my thoughts to the honed
borderline of tremors and torture ~
teetering on forsaken fragility.
O dahlia dawn ~
I am the splitting tempest,
the spectral outline of
electrified lightning.
I taste the bittersweet flavors
of opaline stars ~
trembling in angst,
as fleeting sparks of the buried past,
too, feel the hurt beneath
the pansies of paradise,
where angels unfurl their
wings, sprinkling tears of hope
upon the battlefield of
shattered dreams,
lamenting the endless war
that burns in the olive-green
orchard of the grief-struck mind,
where fairy-lights
flicker neon hints of
prejudice through broken twigs ~
a pitiful perception,
amplifying the echoing embers
floating above puddles
of weathered lilies,
stained with dust and powder,
weaving a requiem for the
f a l l e n jewels,
walking through the trails
of bruises and tilted tulips,
bleeding poetry ~
beautified with
polychromatic phrases
and falcon ink that cuts
through paper promises,
leaving nothing but a restless reverie,
breathing in the quivering
warmth of quietude…
Categories:
arching, angst, imagery, poetry, poets,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Silver and gold; silver and gold -
our friendship is a sweet treasure -
a bounty of gladness always to hold.
Silver and gold; silver and gold -
a value of two-heart measure.
Your concern cushions my every footstep.
You never lean - I freely walk, talk, dance -
Knowing you would never seed my regret,
but remain golden with your acceptance.
Like pure golden ore is your lovely gift -
acceptance given without any strings.
Respecting each other, we’ll have no rift.
When free to be me, my spirit sings!
Silver and gold; silver and gold -
our friendship is a sweet treasure -
a bounty of gladness always to hold.
Silver and gold; silver and gold -
a value of two-heart measure.
My bridge of dreams could never safely rise,
protectively anchored to strongly stand
while arching to yet, higher calling skies
without your love securing it to land.
A bridge shining silver - indeed - it seems -
this friendship you’ve happily given to me.
Together lets climb it, fulfilling our dreams
as we love unconditionally!
Silver and gold; silver and gold -
our friendship is a sweet treasure -
a bounty of gladness always to hold.
Silver and gold; silver and gold -
a value of two-heart measure.
Written five years ago with a wonderful friend (Caycay Jennings)
whom I had newly made at PoetrySoup at that time
Entered Nov. 5, 2021
for Do- It (Duets) Poetry Contest
Sponsor: James Edward Lee Sr.
Categories:
arching, friendship,
Form:
Lyric
I am the sultry silence
the wishbone
of your dreams
feel my warm breath
slither down your throat
across your chest
feel my transparent tongue...
We rage the erotic battle
I feel your pulse race
my fingers of flame
caress all that is yours
I am your imagination
arching above your feminine form
I sink slowly into you...
Just so you know my love
you will never be able
to shake me from your dreams
I will seduce you to a place
beyond mere thoughts and words
tonight, dream of us...
Categories:
arching, beauty, love, lust, sexy,
Form:
Free verse
Sugar drops and colored gumballs,
An open skyline, an open convertible, and a white ragtop!
Black Perrelis, red caps, and spoked mag-frames,
Pacific Coast Highway, and her stairway to heaven!
A thousand charged horses on pure octane!
My deliverance, black rock cod, and pink champagne!
Her deliverance, Pacific Coast Highway, a stairway to heaven, and romance!
A storybook weekend, and my little red Corvette!
A white and pink plumeria flower, above the ear, and a few warm tears!
Matchbox, Hot Wheels, tracks and tracks, and Dad's Road and Track!
Boys and their silly toys, lost quarters, lost dimes, lost rhymes, and lost innocence!
Those magnificent men in their flying machines!
Liquid sunshine, Turtle Wax, Palmolive, and the softest hands!
Kid's glove leather, hands on leather, and zero to sixty in three or more!
Golden Gate Bridge lit at midnight, and Los Angeles rocking to soft jazz!
My little red Corvette, and my Mother's good sense!
An arching rainbow, a hidden valley, a tree house on Kauai!
From Grand Canyon, to Waimea Canyon, to tea with Diane Canyon!
Charley's Angels, Mae West, Some Like It Hot, from Twiggy to Marilyn Monroe!
Hey Joe DiMaggio, hey Mickey Mantle, hey Smoking Joe!
Pacific Coast Highway on any Sunday afternoon, and my choice of fresh fish!
From pink champagne, to Zinfindel, On Her Majesty's Secret Service!
Sean Connery at midnight, Mr. James Bond and a Russian scientist in love!
My little red Corvette, Hans Christian Anderson, and A Christmas Carol!
Categories:
arching, adventure, car, for him,
Form:
Free verse
Silver and gold; silver and gold -
our friendship is a sweet treasure -
a bounty of gladness always to hold.
Silver and gold; silver and gold -
a value of two-heart measure.
Your concern cushions my every footstep.
You never lean - I freely walk, talk, dance -
knowing you would never seed my regret,
but remain golden with your acceptance.
Like pure golden ore is your lovely gift -
acceptance given without any strings.
Respecting each other, we’ll have no rift.
When free to be me, my spirit sings!
Silver and gold; silver and gold -
our friendship is a sweet treasure -
a bounty of gladness always to hold.
Silver and gold; silver and gold -
a value of two-heart measure.
My bridge of dreams could never safely rise
protectively anchored to strongly stand
while arching to yet, higher calling skies,
without your love securing it to land.
A bridge shining silver - indeed - it seems -
this friendship you’ve happily given to me.
Together let's climb it, fulfilling our dreams
as we love unconditionally!
Silver and gold; silver and gold -
our friendship is a sweet treasure -
a bounty of gladness always to hold.
Silver and gold; silver and gold -
a value of two-heart measure.
Categories:
arching, friendship,
Form:
Lyric
Siphoned light gropes passengers
Hopeful for luminescent hearts,
Arching underneath bombazine drapes
Dusted with passionate legacies
Of original sin and the primogeniture son,
Wicked for nighttime plots savouring
Spicy love, exponential in a vivid darkness.
Categories:
arching, love, mystery, passion,
Form:
Acrostic