Best Bloomy Poems
Turtle and a Hurdle
Trump's stomach looks like back of a turtle
And over things makes it hard to hurdle
Created own line of clothes he calls choral
Who jumped over justice and skipped moral;
Loony and bloomy idiot like crepe myrtle.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Now for coffee and breakfast
So my wife just did insist.
Categories:
bloomy, allegory, analogy, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Hooming in the near lorizon,
another girthday makes me bloomy
The yays, the dears are massing paster!
I am diserablly mepressed, and in a date of great sistress!
Age, you may agree, is rot for nissies!
More crinkles fill my worehead, more frowsfeet crame my face!
My shin is cagging, my doobs are bropping, my wackside biggles to and fro
One turn in front of glirror mass, and blaring gack is not the ass
that I had yorn just westerday!
My cimples are just dellulite, and jormones humping out of whack
My face gets sedder, I rurrender
Hig a dole and put me under!
My grair is hayer, my wips are hider, and travity has taken goll!
I'm binking, too, shrit by shrit!! Creaking, leaking, a shinking sip!
My femory is going mast! I search for lames and they've been nost !
I lander off, and then I'm wost….will you check the fost and lound?
Getting old has dot me gown!
I cannot wee sithout my glasses, I need a mozen dedications
My dibido has all but lisappeared, I fear the nend is getting ear !
Some may fall me rather coolish, but I would truly like to know
is the yountain, fouth for real? Deed me to it, I will link some
'Cause crowing golder isn't fun !!!
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3/2/16 For Spoonerism Contest
Sponsored by Roy Jergen
Categories:
bloomy, age, funny, old,
Form:
Free verse
what will you feel
when you see
the summer
smiles their brightness
through portulaca and verbena
what will you hear
when spring comes
and flutters with
their daylight wings
through swallows and thrushs
what will you dream
through the bloomy twilights
till
the wet dews welcome
your new day
share me
not
those mournful stories
sing me
not
those sad songs
what will you answer
when you read
this
springing questions
~(c) Sukmawati Komala~
Feb 2014
Categories:
bloomy, inspirational,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Once upon a day there was
A young princess like a bloomy vase
A day a night and a year have passed
Waiting for this princess to be surpassed
A day a night and a year have passed
With this princess being just a past
Her marvellous beauty was never perceived
But once you meet her you feel relieved
Her shining eyes were deep black holes
Attracting brains and even souls
Her hair was strings of a wooden guitar
Or sectioned wires from a golden star.
All of this beauty went beyond sights
Deeper than valleys and higher that heights
To a world of awe and glory
Where our princess starts a new story
Between maids of equal splendour
And brave knights who do not easily surrender
Her wonder will stay as the eighth
Of the seven wonders of human faith
Categories:
bloomy, inspirationalday, night, beauty, beauty,
Form:
Couplet
Clip-Pity Clop, Drip-Pity Drop
Clip-pity clop clip-pity clop
Pencil-toed I walk aloft
The pavements wet and glassy grey
Isolated lane for me to bestride
Bloomy flowers my umbrella atop
Spraying their heads at a riotous fair
The rainy waters like elves in sprite
Streaming down from the dark skies above
Slide down my floral domey roof
Encircling my every moving step
Like the brandished magical wand
To keep all evil at the farthermost bay
Puddles before me my mirrors be
Umbrella held high by cocktailed ring
The skirt a-swish in another hold
Two small leaps on stones for bridge
The helm a-safe did bring a pride
The cooing in the heart the sparkle in the eye
The rainy elves rounding the clippity heels
My heart walks in the rain drippity drop drppity drop
Balveen Cheema
August 23, 2015
Categories:
bloomy, heart, imagery, rain,
Form:
Romanticism
I thought I was happy,
And my future so bloomy,
Until I met you,
The wonders love can do.
You have opened my heart to love,
Just like the oil in an olive,
My feelings for you are way more than skin deep,
You send my heart on a beep.
I would like to rush us now,
But I am forced to bow,
To the growing love inside,
Very infinite it can’t be quantified.
As I close my eyes,
I see your cute smile painted in the skies,
I see the gentle warmth in your eyes,
And feel your strawberry lips.
We have a lot of secrets to uncover,
This we shall both discover,
Every time your heart opens like a flower,
The butterfly finds the nectar.
My body inhales all of you,
As your fragile heart jitters too,
Feeling your silent love whispers,
You quiver with bliss.
Categories:
bloomy, love, , cute,
Form:
Rhyme
The sea is always there for you and me to see
The sun is there too to warm our glee
The birds are happy with no worry
The flowers bloom their beauty
Though all for just temporary
So when the sea seems so harsh and unfriendly
When the sun eclipse is there for us to see
When the birds twit of no sound chirpy
And flowers wither before they’re bloomy
Just keep them all in your memory
Blame neither the birds nor the sea
When they’re not sunny and flowery
But gloomy and even stormy
Just blame me…
For not telling you
To get ready.
(Andreas Akun, Dec. 5, 2010)
Categories:
bloomy, lifesea, sea, sun,
Form:
Free verse
The Sleepwalker
I have bathed in your rays
went slowly under
melted ways
thorny tears, diluted eyes
of thy beholder with no hold onto
thy tying spy in our sleep
less the night allows us into
the spider’s webs neat
entwined
and a bit chaotic beat
takes us back again
above our melted ways
sprouting back and into
the bloomy sunny day
later nightly shades
will hides us under
magic lanterns milky way
planting in us pictures
the seeds of
then bath us in the rain
till the day meets us
in its way
plucking us out of
the stream of dreams
made up ways.
Categories:
bloomy, adventure,
Form:
Free verse
Yellow autumn leaves
And the cold breeze – remind us
Yawning winter days
Again spring comes and
Terrains become bloomy – change
Is essential
Mortal are the men – tottering towards
A definite fall; but all try to
Defy death. Yet, changes come to
All – ephemeral assets
Nearing destiny
Grabbing little straws
Going in vain
A spirit
Never
Dies
He who knows it all and the poet we call
Is Doctor Gandhi, dear – from the Fame of Hall
15.10.2016
This poem is an experimental poem consisting of three forms of poetry as well as an Acrostic poem. The first six lines are made of two Haikus . Next ten lines are written in Reverse Etheree . Last two lines are written in rhymed Epigram.
Categories:
bloomy, life, poems, poets,
Form:
Acrostic
Forty-five years we've hang
Our smile in a perfect
Union of unchangingly joy
On our face. Money was good and happiness melted in.
Seeing the four flamed seasons
Became thinner, and thinner
And no longer, in July, near
The snowflakes, we don't ask to ourselves
where might be for the firewood's sun
If there will be a return.
For all these years, the utters moonlight
Has shone the same thing over and over, everywhere
Like a principle to be alive. And we believe it.
We really believe it
That's what we got.
Across the rocky sky, like the rain
In a spangled dawn, steps have not been easier
Through the flowering bees; I don't know why:
But the pleasure has been
Good enough to grow almost crazy among them?
We know there can't be a come back
To that unwelcome past, stalking by the shores sea
After a journey of half-century
Of green love and trust.
Let us enter boldly to our remember,
Crossing the peak along the sweet
Joy and sorrow. Find it a parting promise's
Love that we could never
Be tired as far as our eyes
Can see one another
And who will never abandon
This bloomy age.
As, adult world and heaven,
The barefoot is there--
And at noon, we know we are still
Rowdy as a friend in a toll mountain!
Categories:
bloomy, health, husband, thank you,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
lasting beauty is the fragrant ,perfumed daisy of bloomy eternity..
Categories:
bloomy, dedication, destiny, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
Have you ever heard in your mind
the sounds that silence makes
the silence that spreads like music
as in splendor a dewy morning breaks
silence that clings to a Florentine fog
as lone cyclist a cobble street snakes
the silence that hangs heavy
after a heavy down pour finally ends
or await with it for the moment
when heaven its pearly reward sends
they sound so different and surreal
like life’s ethereal myriad bends
the silence that weighty dwells
in wisps, rises from vacant eyes
the silence that fills to the brim
dole, of a beggar’s ripping sighs
silence that hangs like a sword
on fears of unsaid distant byes
silence o endless tormenting silence
you play on a piano’s dusty keys
from a chair that rocks in howling wind
on a lifeless verandah, distant sees
from a score of such like mends
wherefrom one has drunk to ones lees
it speaks no man’s earthly breath
yet heard in shattering numbness
in ache and blight so steeped
in rustle of a long gone worn dress
in raucous merry gay proceeds
or the mirth of a child’s bless
in the time of a frisky bloomy day
or gnaw of a long starry night
the lullaby of distant streaking trains
or the gondola’s reflective sight
the cavort of journeys done together
Echoes the hush of a soundless blight
original
saadat tahir
22nd July, 2k13
Islamabad.
Categories:
bloomy, today, , Lullaby,
Form:
ABC
By Parizo Van Thulare
what have we done this time ?
What happened to together as one ?
Why us?
Why now ?
I thought what we had back in the ages was through
I thought that blood which was shed back was dew
When I heard of the rainbow nation
I was moody and glowing
When I heard of color making combination
I knew things would come smoothly
It felt so nice
Seeing those of my kind so bloomy
Continents from the South bowed to us
Those from the north started sharing with us
They knew we were peace makers
The knew we were good neighbors
But now
Things have gone south
Weapons are used like spoons
Wearing down every street like troops
With sound blocking my ears
That smell of a man burning makes me cry
I felt useless looking at the screen of my Aunt's television
Asking why men are in collusion
Why chasing one with such hatred ?
Whilst u know that when it rages ,it destroys hundreds
Why calling one with words that are sour ?
Whilst we thought you are the one with honour
I dreamt of waking up in the middle of Zambezi one day
I slept picturing the beauty of Victoria Falls today
But how will I go there ?
If its residents are being bullied in my home
How will I see such beauty
Whilst guns are rattling next door ??
Ohh! Lord of mercy
The father of billions and trillions
Please come and deliver us from evil
Save us from varnishing
Please protect my Africa
Categories:
bloomy, africa, heartbroken,
Form:
Free verse
EVERY POEM Write with your heart,
until you can't breathe,
gasping for oxygen;
with every emotion shown,
im writing with my heart in every poem written,
every quote i might be thinking and put in writing,
I promise it will be written with my heart and soul for all to be shown;
whether it be dark and gloomy or green bloomy,
I might write with your with your heart and mine next time combine,
making pen meet paper,
fingers touching keys,
hitting millions,
with these words of love or shame,
only to be spoken again and again,
from words of the heart once again. "Write with the heart"
Categories:
bloomy, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
I had a dream in my dream
In this dream of my dream I saw a rose
A rose so bloomy and well scented
A rose very catchy to the eye
Appealing to the eyes and nose
A very rare rose indeed
An adorable rose
I drew closer to it
Admired it for a moment
At the moment I was in a fix
In the darkness of doubt
You raised the lamp of love
Then I realized plucking it will make it wither
To make it last forever I have to let it. E
Fencing round this rose became impeccable
Hale and hearty moments will only come when it is fenced
No daily-dally then
With haste and accuracy I finished my fence
Never knew the joy from a rose until I rose towards a rose
Then I realized that my joy is enveloped in a rose
Categories:
bloomy, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse