Best Arms Poems
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
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My eyes cry for
fuschia glimmer on
indigo waves again,
but all I see are
haunting hues
of black sequin
glittered epitaphs;
reflections of hollow
clouds enveloping cold air;
building tension
within my heavy heart.
I am surfing alone,
watching the life
of iron-grey cotton bows
swerve in
cashmere cadence,
whilst wiping away
smudged remnants
of shallow tears,
wishing that I could
obscure pain
with poetic phrases,
inked in cyan liquid,
as I weave charismatic
colors of sunrise,
perfumed with
redolence of roses,
to feel the heat,
as poetry spills
potions of sagacious
thoughts onto the saline
canvas of stolen
sapphire dreams.
But there in the
labyrinth of
an ice-green lagoon,
I’ve built a castle
beneath pellucid
salt waters,
a warm home where
every mysterious
metaphor written
for the honey-winged moon
turns into
crystal clear rhymes,
sewn from a blistering
poem of the ocean,
resting within a
glistening glass bottle,
awaiting to be
read and spoken.
So, today I’ll swim through
aesthetic torrents of torment,
Listen to the rhythmic
tunes of raging tides
within trembling silence,
as elements of truth
eventually resurface
from the depths
of turquoise topaz,
to set on the
porcelain horizon
where shorelines
shimmer from mulberry
shells and tantalizing
tulips twirling
beneath twinkling twilight,
for faith resides in the
arms of starry skies.
Someday, you’ll see past
the crimson curtain
of faux carnations
that clipped these
paper wings into
shapes of broken lines.
Blessings are real
Blessings are true
Blessings are sent from God to you
Early in the mornings
In late afternoons
Blessings despite the gloom and doom
Blessings are free
Blessings will be
Blessings are the fruits of your energy
What you put in
Will multiply out
Blessings are the good works I’m talking ‘bout
Blessings to you
Blessings from me
Blessings covering our families
Blessings smile
And Blessings converse
Blessings aligning our hearts and souls
Blessings survive
Blessings renewed
Blessings are everything you say and do
Blessing will rain
Blessings will fall
Blessings are shown upon a brick wall
In his blessings, we can trust
In the loving arms of Jesus
Countless blessings are coming our way
In the name of Jesus today
Sensuous allures float in pulchritude of white swan
Upon your lotus pond, arousing visions of romance
As I see you there where pink blossoms dance
And kiss your presence in ambiance of golden dawn.
Nary a cloud foreshadows my blue sky of tomorrow
As primrose emotions evoke blossoms of meadows;
In emerald green terrain, there are no dark shadows
For memories of yesteryear bear no hints of sorrow.
You entice ruby moods applauding crimson hues
Cheering for our love in chrysanthemum flowers,
Bright red tulips, soft pink roses, and spring rain showers
As ode of desires muses love-verses you schmooze.
And you sparkle gemstones from prisms of tinted dew
Igniting passions within whiffs of scented breeze
Caressing my wishes in embrace of seductive tease,
Instinctively aware: how these arms long to hold you!
September 24, 2019
Placed 1st: Pick a title, vol. 9-enclosed rhyme poetry contest
Title chosen: These arms long to hold you
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Placed 3rd: Strand 660 contest by Brian Strand
Oh for pity's sake put some clothes on,
the bracing air will steal your breath..
and I need you to stand and stay strong.
Cold comfort thrills from your chill touch
help me recall why I adore you so...
A chin of the ages rests on my shoulder in sweet affection,
two arms encircle my world in every direction.
Redtail hawk riding a thermal looks down..
what caught its gaze I wonder..
Will the day lend a hand through a pestering cloud,
or roll its eyes in thunder?
Such a fine firebrand you've stoked,
as I shave my face and call your bluff.,
Wishing the once would last forever..
though once was more than enough.
Somewhere between our song, he is there
like a delicacy on my tongue;
on my fingertips he burns
the silence on my eyelids,
and even the pang that he leaves
is a blaze in itself.
And what is compelling
about the maleness of this star
is how his glance can still reach me
in circles of adagio movements
even when he is not around.
As fast as speeding thought,
he rules over me…
sending a thousand revolving wings
to shade me from the sun,
fountains to wash me away…
then i am gone, done
into the rhapsody of his arms.
And even the pang that he leaves
is a fire in itself
that simmers like oil in me…
till the falling of another evening,
when once again he takes his laughter
in my sky to flare in my heart
like a night keeper rising an octave
of love’s syncopated heaves,
trailing one beat ahead of me.
Favorite Love Poem Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
there's nothing more precious between the two
of us just holding you makes it alright when
I hold you I know a miracle is taken place
I could see it on your facial expression so
so child like so sweet the many words we
share nothing can compare I feel at ease
knowing you are near there holding me to these
are the moments no one can take in my mind
these moments will always stay as time
passes you will grow older but the love I
have for you will never lessen the way I
feel for you grows tighter and tighter with
each hug with each kiss nothing will ever
take the place of this in my arms I will hold
you so strong nothing in this world will ever
go wrong when I hold this child in my arms
tonight all my love I hold so tight
Copyright@July2005
Patricia Jaye
You’re my world, for you are everything to me.
When I awaken, Darling, do you know
how long I sometimes wait that I might see
your eyes come open? How they used to glow
with love for me! But I’ve been noticing
these days and nights that something in your eyes
is missing, and I keep remembering
the way you onced embraced me at sunrise.
What happened to the way you took my hand
and smiled at me with such warmth in your heart?
I thought there could not be a bond as grand
as what we shared. My dear, should you depart,
my world will shatter. Love can shine once more.
Hold me in your arms like you did before!
July 8, 2018 for Grens Evergreens # 4 Cilla Black Poetry Contest
Inspired by listening again to all three songs:
You've Lost that Loving Feeling, You're My World, & Anyone Who Had a Heart
Southern breezes serenade the canopy
swaying the branches and tickling the leaves
spilling light drops of splendor embracing me
Liquid comfort consoling a fading breath
again feeling alive securely within her arms
fighting off a long drought in the face of death
Fleeting the memories danced through the rain
unguarded two souls were soaked in affection
thoughts and touches one couldn't contain
Joys shared together can never depart
A moment but brief sits in this heart
Brief memories contest by FJ Thomas
Loving Mother
precious baby in her arms
entering the taxi
Loving Mother
precious baby in her arms
walking to the departure gate
Loving Mother
precious baby in her arms
boarding the plane, takes a seat
No matter where she may be
precious baby feels
'I am in my loving mother's arms'
We too have a loving parent --
no matter our location ~
We too are in the loving arms
of our Father in Heaven
“Arms Full of Linnet Wings”
In the garden
that afternoon
she planted seeds
in their ripe minds
their eyes looking
up to hers their
irises dazzling
in the late afternoon
sunshine wide open
as if waiting hungrily
for more food
she dropped words into
their mouths which
they swollowed whole
jewels like memories
nebulous little darlings to grow
perhaps too young
but maybe one old enough
for the story to stitch
and in time graft
and re-sow
all her little goslings
in a row, eventually
swans, black or white
she could not tell
would never know
she held tight
to the moment
that Summer all a glimmer
and noon a purple glow
arms full of linnet's wings
she never ever wanted to let go
too soon
she would leave
the nest
long before them
she wondered
ceaselessly
about the three fates
and how they’d
grow
the seeds
she’d planted
in their minds
bloomed an entire
wild garden
undernourished
yet overgrown
(LadyLabyrinth)
for Lynette, with Love
“The linnet and the drush say
I love, I love” (PJ Harvey)
“To see a world in a grain of sand
and a Heaven in a wild flower
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
and Eternity in an hour
A Robin Redbreast in a cage
puts all Heaven in a rage
A Dove house filled
with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thr’ all its regions”
(William Blake)
“I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.”
(William Butler Yeats)
Into Eternity’s Arms
I dream of Heaven . . .
A deep dream beyond—no fear!
A happiness abounds, yes!
Hold me now tightly,
And give me your love always.
My soul has now come home Lord!
I see your kind face—
The Angels brought me to you.
Your presence is most divine!
I see Heaven’s light,
Radiant and inviting.
My soul is so happy Lord!
Love and peace so pure,
Harmony abounds always.
Ethereal bliss sublime!
I wait for my love . . .
My Earth soulmate comes one day.
A heavenly bond to prize!
With her one day here—
Our love will be blessed on high,
As we walk Heaven’s footpaths—
Into eternity’s arms!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(May 5, 2015)(Choka)
*Original Release Date in my new book: February 14, 2015.
holding Abigail in my arms
my cat is treated to lessons mother
passed on to me
bury your face in her neck
and gently rub your cheek
she will arch backward into the nuzzling
chew softly on her ears
the more you pay attention
to the back of the head
the brain will fire neuropathways
and the memories of mother
will come thru
she pulls back into that look
where we take turns rubbing cheeks
cheek to cheek we declare we belong
to one another
Anatole France noted until you
have loved an animal
you are only a half soul
sometimes my nights need a bit more
to settle the day's dust
the little bottle in the bathroom
comes in the same pink box
i remember wrapping at Christmas
the joy in that present for her
and that is all it takes
full concentration for the night's list
of those in my deepest prayer
one little spray from that bottle
and i am in church next to my mother
lost in the wonderment of a congregation
devoted to the good of mankind
united in prayer and song
such are the neuropathways of mother
God's creatures are blessed as such
mother and a single spray
of White Shoulders
OKC 2/23
I held her in my trembling arms for the
First time
And
The unfailing sensation, of embracing
The cosmos, I felt!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 August 2015
POTD
He is a strong man: unbendable, unbreakable…steel
He is a brave man
He fights his battles
He claims his victories
Vicious and fierce when the need arises
Protective and overly zealous
A fighter
A gladiator who can wound
To protect what is his
A strong man by day
Everyday
But then at night, oh sweet blessed night
A strong man like a baby in her arms
He is covered in her scented softness
She lets him suckle at her breast
Feeding him her soul
Nourishing him
Whispering in his ear
As she runs her hand through his hair
Gently binding his wounds from battle
Caressing his taught muscles with fragrant oil
Soothing him
Crooning to him
Letting the last sound in his ears
To be her melodious lullaby of love
Her mighty warrior...her baby
He drifts off into sleep
Covered in her blanket of charms
Safe from all harm
A strong man like a baby in her arms
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Not for Line Contest
“A strong man like a baby in her arms”
A line penned by Richard Lamoureux in the poem: A Warrior Princess