Best Bliss Poems
Ignorance is definitely a description of bliss
Look at Washington if you don’t believe this
They are never on target, they always miss
Their biggest decision is whose butt to kiss
We were told we were getting change
It looks the same, now ain’t that strange
The positions of the rich just rearrange
Take care of their own, they prearrange
Maybe I was hoping for something new
But what I see is the same old doodoo
Filling their pockets, screwing me and you
Spitting on the Red White and Blue
Society brainwashed, a robotic crowd
Entitlement minded, crying out loud
Sorry boys, no thinking allowed
Socialism will make you proud
They say they will make the country strong
But I’m watching now and see the wrong
Change has been coming for oh so long
But you are still singing the same old song
Bliss isn’t living off a government check
Being a dependent, a financial wreck
Ready to sail but no one on deck
Living with a noose tied around your neck
Bliss is different for you and me
A pursuit of happiness and being free
Earning a living, the right to be
Productive members of a society.
i g n o r a n c e~
is a rhyme without soul
an art of f a d i n g into oblivion...
like crestfallen tulips
twirling through tethered rays
in the midst of seething sighs...
and I am more than the
blazing thorn
of a phoenix rose moon,
infused in scarlet elixirs
of a sorcerous twilight,
weaving l o v e
in golden glows
amidst double-flamed scales
burning my velvety h e a r t...
pondering, would you
be the galactic gardener
that waters
my weathered spirit
when I am but
a mere memento~
tangled in
vindictive vines of vanity,
for I have a voice
I sing in garnet grace...
if tomorrow
you feel my heartbeat
between vintage verses
of a scentless sonnet
long forgotten, and e r a s e d
remember,
I am the silk and sage
and the untamable
silhouette
of a balmy blossom
that refuses to breathe
in the ossuary
of perished petals,
and wrinkled dreams,
ostracized by
chauvinistic thistles
and unpolished ink
pricking the soft stems
facing cyclones of greed
c i r c l i n g
in sheer arrogance....
tonight I trace the hyacinth heat
of unwavering zest,
drawing sanguine
smoke of love
with winged gossamer
tied to the redolent roots
of unblemished skylines
while crocheting
petrichor promises
unto the backbone of
a nocturnal garden,
where handmade
wreaths of hope and faith
feel softer than lunar light~
as this heart resembles
a maternal bouquet
of burgundy b l i s s ...
a woman who heeds not
misogynistic mantras ...
For Jack and the Blueridge Mountains
Close my eyes ~
I’m on that mountain
lush with Autumn taste.
Close my eyes ~
We are love entwined
in crisp fall leafed lace.
Close my eyes ~
Lips of first perfect kiss,
once more bliss moist my lips
Close my eyes ~
We are young again,
connecting eyes, souls and skin
Close my eyes ~
Sharply, my satin-sad edged truths
wonder if autumn ever takes you … too …
Close your eyes ~
Kiss me with eager touch. As fire’s savior,
thrill to shivers in dew soft, mountain air.
Caress-wrapped, we lay in misty vapor
from dusk’s bursting promise of brazen flush
until dawn’s fresh sonnet on takings rush.
Close your eyes ~
Grasp our hearts of innocent stares
watching how teenage summer dies
when feelings are autumn implied
Heaven has kissed the rolling hill
the ocean waves, and desert
an earthly token of goodwill
set sparrows to sing in concert.
A gentle touch awakes the morn
in shades of pomegranate
a fragile lipping, dawn is born
through the woods and cliffs of granite.
The globes caressed and embraced
as each denizen is delighted
for death is not a rendered grace
life is heaven, all are invited.
Daddy wants to touch and kiss,
Being invisible would be bliss
No more hiding behind locked doors
No more the screams of father’s whores
Run through the woods to cry in peace
Maybe then the beating would finally cease
I could live forever, but for memories
Being invisible would be bliss
Sob in silence, in pain I cry
Pray the lord will let me die
Cannot leave, cannot stray
I’ve been bad, he says I’ll pay
He watches me and haunts my dreams
Does daddy even here my screams?
I could live forever, but for memories
Being invisible would be bliss
Saw that boy at school today
I beg my fears please go away
Bite my lip, hold my tongue
Please let his guesses all prove wrong
I just hope he doesn’t see
The piece of daddy that hides in me
I could die forever, but for reverie
Being invisible, me, no one will miss
He cannot see me, he wouldn’t care
Hated again I could not bear
Trapped myself away from him
All in all dad, he still wins
To not love the boy I’ve spied
My poor heart has finally died
I could die forever, but for reverie
But I am invisible, and he will never see
Lost in a vast forest of old paths, winding
A damp cold place of gnarled trees, twisting
Whispers of solemn grandness
And hues of greenness
This writer's
Bliss
This dreamer's
Forlorn deep darkness
Where drooping branches caress
And dark poetic thoughts are rambling
Lost in a vast forest of old paths, winding
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February 12, 2015
Poetry/Rhyme/Poetic Bliss
Copyright Protected, ID 02-640-399-12
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
My invented form is called Poetic Ramblings
For the Standard contest An Invented Form,
sponsor Andrea Dietrich, Judged 03/2015
Fourth place
Written: March 31st, 2025, for contest, Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
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After basking in yesterday's afterglow,
I divested my vestments
to shift in cognitive mindset.
I stroll toward the horizon.
where the azure sky
embraces the vast sea blue.
Waves dance.
With silvered clouds,
Creating an orchestra
The wind and light are present.
Sallow shadows scintillate.
In Moonlight Melodies...
As dusk settles,
casting a shimmering awe that echoes of
The splendor of the galaxies abounds.
In every breath,
A promise resonates,
to the dawn
that dwells within me.
Gliding on golden wings
a sovereign among the kings
As light swirls beneath the Milky Way,
The cosmos shines brilliantly.
In a pearly gown.
Angels slide,
Unleashing their power
to restore their lost throne.
With flickering wings,
Wield the sword of stone
their footsteps inscribe
a path of golden light,
As they conquer the onyx depths
of an obsidian night.
Loving blasts their souls.
angel wings shake in sadness,
where grief and despair are hefty,
seeking an aerial citrine nirvana
I recall it sharply,
as if it were yesterday,
Tears mar the silky pillows.
as honeysuckle
It oozes from eager lips. —
There is a longing for satisfaction.
Lipstick etches its mark.
He left an imprint on his bare skin.
Even now, those intertwined chains
of Memory ensnares me.,
As well-oiled fingers traverse
the curves of the sensuous body,
ordinary yet glowing in the sunlight,
filled with a relentless passion.
Nervous tension shattered,
striking, akin to a diamond on ebony velvet.
As her body warmed and became silky,
Her lips melted and tasted delicious.
They expressed love ardently.
and hugged fervently.
swept up in passion and longing,
wishing the moment might last forever,
cocooned in each other's arms,
and felt blissfully pleased,
Polishing words into gems,
dusted garnet, with sunset slips
In citrine clouds cast
There was a ray of magenta skies.
I wish for unending delight.
and utter bliss in the afterglow.
(I just edited this to include the word "rhyme" within the poem, if that was needed)
378 days of bliss; then for no rhyme or reason came 176 of living hell.
Those last days have shown me that I didn’t know my lover very well.
To think we made it last more than a year is a surprise.
Now I see him coming and I want to close my eyes!
Whatever did I find attractrive in that man’s smug face?
How could my adored have taken such a fall from grace?
26 times since 2010 I saw a shrink; life became so grim.
All 26 times were just from those last several months with HIM.
This Cinder Girl has had it. In hell she’d rather burn
than let that guy who burned her once ever again RETURN!
Written last week for Funom Makama's Views For Poems Poetry Contest
AT that time, my number of views for Cinder Girl was at 378,176 (used in line 1)
The date it was first posted at Soup was 2/6/2010 (used in line 7)
Cinder Girl AND this poem are both rhymed poems.
Synthetic is the world we’re living in.
Plastic’s life seems timeless; it can’t replace
nature’s portraits: skies that leave us breathless,
bright swirling leaves, and rustic scenes of grace.
To see gold fields - a rainbow overhead -
how can any person not feel enthralled?
I think of high peaks garlanded by clouds
and wild flowers over our landscapes sprawled.
Technology offers us illusion.
The sham of it I'm often forced to see.
Land, air and waters untouched now seem rare.
Where peace can emanate I long to be!
I want to be where silence reigns over me,
so I close my eyes and imagine this:
a blossom on an unpolluted pond,
I float, unclothed and free, in lotus bliss.
Bliss
the fire has become embers
light has succumbed into shadows
a Spanish guitar now whispers
where moments ago we were lost
in a tango of passion
reeling in a cascade of desiring limbs
captivated universes
dancing in each other's eyes
now your head enveloped in quietude
upon my breast
wandering in the land of nod
hair perfumes the air
while i listen to each breath
every heartbeat
envelops my body in serenity
it is in moments such as this
i touch the bliss
a destiny for us within eternity
the empyreal fields of her lips
are my earthly paradise
where i wait in anticipation
of forevermore
3/15/22 OKC
In life’s incessant din
As I search for peace within
Lone spaces I desire
And stillness I adore
Then silence is my mate
And noise is what I hate
Closing my eyes to the outer space
A window opens to my inner space
I begin to find solace in my solitude
And look up to Heaven in gratitude
Enriched with visions pleasurable
I enter into a realm so delectable
The vault of Heaven gemmed and bright
And the Earth and sea overwhelmed in light
The disquiet within me subsides
An unassailable calm slowly descends
I hear a caring voice from somewhere
A faint voice quite reassuring, so near
Then within me the Wider Life emerges
And the lesser life finally submerges
I experience what is true peace and content
And I am so sure it is heaven sent
Oh! What solace is in my solitude!
And how I move into near beatitude!
Jan.31.2023
Finding Peace Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Regina McIntosh
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A weary sun awakens past the tree line o’er the hill,
chilly heavens cater to its shine
Dawning eyes now open as it’s light flows ‘long the sill,
the beauty that I see so very fine
Turning now to face me as my heart it skips a beat,
lost between the sunrise and the bliss
Taken with desire as our lips this day do meet,
perfectly a Wednesday morning kiss
Here within my arms I find temptation in your skin,
warm beneath these blankets, flannel soft
Passion swells like dew drops as my fingertips begin
sighs collect on golden beams aloft
Melodies of winter drift in whispers up above,
giggles say that dreams have all come true
As we lie together on this morning laced with love,
wonderful when they begin with you
~
she was a mess
people were scared
of uniqueness
she did not care
lived by her heart
knew herself well
people jumped back
friends delighted
family annoyed
followed her rules
lived her own dreams
happy magnet
A playful rhythm arises from within
It is, it is, oh so mood uplifting
Each breath intake sees joy afresh begin
Light that ignites us, to vast space gifting
The flame of bliss flickers not in the breeze
Vagaries of fate have on us no hold
Throb of rapture we embrace and release
Our luminous aura now flaming gold
Ah! Come on, come nearer, caress sublime
Pristine presence presses forward its case
Reverberates in heart the cosmic chime
Truly love effervescence is God’s grace
Moment to moment all moments entwined ~
Our consciousness is thus by bliss refined
soothing your soul self
a knowing within your heart
what is best for you
dream state magic
introspective sureness
living your truth
bathing your soul self
hearing yourself realistically
being the most healthy statistically
living your joy artistically
following your absolute truth mystically
your angel guides know the eliminations and
inclusions that you will need to delight in
your bliss and live your true soul self