Best Blurbs Poems
Upon rising, awakened by
ripening scent teasing my nose,
trilling my lips and tongue, – my taste buds opening
to bird-like songs as dawn's light breathes new life
and hope into my journey, so begins
a fresh flutter of time, an extending
run of exclamatory chirps and wing-full
stretching –
Muse beckons, yielding to artist'
pen and eye – we are co-authors, exchanging
thoughtful leafs and sun-dipped pages; mingling natures,
swapping poetic voice, reversing positions of artist vs model –
conjuring word-images and interactive, painted-canvases – confounding our seasons of
blossoming and harvest, embracing God's budding voice and fruitful manifestations,
His nectar-ed, figurative language, blending human with Divine senses....
displaying contrasts that stimulate exploratory forming
and transitory shading – clearing and clouding
affects both inside and on my outside, as the clutter of
yesterday, and promise of a spring-like showers soak
crusty sediments with saturating, fertile possibilities;
all taking bows – the theater that of spiritual mastery –
Mystery is
my source, my echo, my chambered growth.
My resources, exploitable enclaves of poetic walls, primed,
awaiting both solid and abstract vibrations, energizing
experimental blurbs, those planned and random into searchable
articulations, grasping, too often vainly, for fantastical alliteration
of sterile, common-place views –
I am deepened and ready to let air
we are each our best audience
my left-hand meeting your right
for a brisk clap of inspiration followed
by riotous applause....
Categories:
blurbs, art, creation, inspirational, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
I write unto the blank papers stare
A ball point pen in hand without a flare
The words enscribed should be a future quote
As I am the best or at least so you denote
I listen to your comments out loud
And damn you make me feel so proud
I know that I am one of the best
For you tell me so at least I can rest
I take your words in heart with pride
As I feel you only read what "I" enscribe
But as I read words from others souls
I see the same reply that you told
I read the same things told to me
You basterds are just lying to please
You said I have so much to say
I took it to heart as if it where a prayer
I scroll upon others works of "art"
You all say the same crap never heard a negative part
So tell me I suck so I can have pride
To be different than all these brown knosing flys
"You have so much talent why dont you go pro"
Tell that sh1t to the fool on the rope
"As usual you stun me with your words of hope"
I get tired of reading the same for all poets
Giving each other hand jobs for praise
If you didnt hate me now, I am sure your on your way
Do I give a sh1t? Hell no I just laugh until it hurts
At your pointless rantings of whos best on the blurbs
I speak my mind and tell the truth
Why dont you praise yourself and save time of the youth
As they have more talent than you
For they speak the "truth" and say "you suck" when its due
Categories:
blurbs, parody, people, words, me,
Form:
bluesy blurbs
of
brumal
blackness
its
crawling
clasps
of
silvery
gnawing
below
shriveled
shades
of
oxidized
&
deep
haze
immure
&
wait
awakening
cold winter
warm soul
&
henceforth
will hear
pearly
chants
from
Birdie
Green
with neon
embers
swirling
fractals
of
gemmed
hues
in
spirit
for
soft
knock
of
spring
on
frozen
shell
of
withered
dreams
Written: January 15, 2023
3rd place contest winner
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Brian Strand Contest No 1170 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
blurbs, allusion, analogy, blue,
Form:
Other
Smash it so you drag them in,
let them know where you have been.
Show them all a sparkled spin,
seed and feed the poets.
Love them with some luscious words,
don't forget some vibrant verbs.
A sonnet, ode or countless blurbs;
breed and lead the poets.
For here, the artists' cut-throat calls,
leaves you starving more and more.
Eat their words but kick them yours,
Know-You Are A Poet!
Categories:
blurbs, inspirational, poetry, power, words,
Form:
Rhyme
(Moon is My Muse)
Moon Musing
You lie beyond an obscure veil
Above the foggy city lights
Illuminating the night so pale
Giving darkness lights respite
Elliptical loops around earth’s face
Wearing wane or increase smiles
Still quickening lover’s heart pace
Ever working your earthly wiles
Finding muses in your boldness
Poets stroke their papered words
Romance beckons in your fullness
Love lyrics written or poetic blurbs
Earthly harvesters glean in the night
Twice find beauty in blue moon bright
Written for: “Moon is My Muse” on 2/27/13
I used the definition for Sonnet found in Poetry Soup Forms
Categories:
blurbs, moon, on writing and
Form:
Sonnet
Love in your heart by Gideon Cecil
Keep love in your heart
Hate rips your soul apart.
Life without love is
like a smiling flower
at dawn but dies at noon.
Let love grow in your
soul like a tree
without love we die
in sins of misery.
We greet people and part
so soon
Our empty vain words
and promises kill them
time and time again
Like a lighting struck into
the secret veins of their hearts
our words are like wells without
water.
It’s a fictive truth we honour
the dead more than the living
most dead folks are more famous
at death than when they are alive;
Why buy a suit for your dad or mom
when they are dead?
Why buy them a casket when they die?
While they live and die in a shack and
you live in your big mansions?
Why not love them when they are alive
and give them the best.
I have seen hatred hidden
In our elegant attires,
I have seen crooked smiles
veiled in facial blurbs
I have seen vanities of lies
veiled in truths that’s deceit.
Why chat with your FB friends when
they are gone ?Or only if you need their
help you chat?
Friendship is a divine eternal bond that will never
be broken
Let love and forgiveness grow rapidly
like the sea waves in our hearts;
then our souls shall rejoice
into the Kingdom of God from eternity to eternity.
Categories:
blurbs, cute love,
Form:
Lyric
LIKE YOUR LORD, DYSLEXIA IS A FRAUD
I know her secret and no amount of money can mine lips be sealed
I am here for her secret for to be finally revealed
I know it all and I didn’t even have to see it being done
While her and a prolific poetic profile pretend to be one
Yes, oh she’s dainty sometimes, rude on other occasions
but hers is a vile and victimizing occupation
She sets to verse the property of others that amaze
And that’s why she only writes on certain days?
If she wants to write a self-portrait she urges descriptions like “mine be not a
prominent nose”
Something she found in a maudlin magazine where an advertisement usually goes
I’m just waiting until a few more people espy her lie
Because the chick can’t write poetry or bake a cherry f-----g pie
So you all are amazed at the thoughts that flow from her mind surreal
But you see, I, being a wizened one, know that which is real
And when her deeds are being done I am ever there
I, a squire, be a liars one and only fear
The lady takes pen to patient paper and scribes that which is untrue
Well one day this plagiarist will get her due
Her poetry is all blurbs purloined off museum walls and if she denies it what do you
expect her do?
And my ego commands I lie and defame her because she’s a much better poet than
me and you!
© 2011.…Phreepoetry ~free cee!~
(I told you, I got your back Dyslexia!)
Categories:
blurbs, angstwrite, poetry, write,
Form:
Quintain (English)
There’s quite a sale in my garage,
A poet’s plethoran montage
Of metaphors and similes
And verses guaranteed to please.
A nest of nouns, a vat of verbs;
Some quotes quite perfect for your blurbs.
A carton filled with stale clichés,
Which budding writers can rephrase.
I’ve baskets filled with parts of speech
Left from the days I used to teach.
So many sentences to choose,
Ambitious wordsmiths cannot lose.
So come on down – check out my stuff;
Describing it’s not good enough.
A poet’s sale is most inviting –
It may spark a love of writing!
Ilene Bauer
September 6, 2012
(this was accidentally deleted from my poems list, so i wanted to reenter it)
Categories:
blurbs, poetry,
Form:
Couplet
“Four dollars a shot,”
marched from the bartender’s mouth -
each syllable carried the clanks
of Herbie’s Rhodes – jutting like
glacier crags in swells of desert-base.
They carried the smoke curling like
a silver chain draped around a neck,
and the bulges of slurred blurbs.
The words seeped from the regular collection of
the blood-sweet odor of smoke –
not the bartender.
I understood the bar, but I didn’t know what he meant.
The four dollars rustled out of my wallet
and crinkled on the table like
brittle leaves popping back into form.
The sap-colored whiskey
plunked on the bar,
and hummed a sharp
alcoholic song.
Masked, the bartender noticed
an obtuse heap of slurs that
rumpled his skin into a smile.
His shoulders flipped,
and he was swept into
the patterned shrub of sensation.
He was now an indeterminable piece in a clouded order.
I swilled the amber,
and stumbled through links of smoke
until I spilled out
into the violent protrusions of the quiet evening –
like sails glaring on a sun-crushed sea.
I still can’t figure out what that four dollars was worth,
or what the bartender said to me.
Categories:
blurbs, confusion, introspection, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
I've seen a terrible crime, a murder in fact
Ruthless, ugly, menacing; an unpleasant struggle,
She was an unsuspecting victim, strangled, from behind.
It didn't take too long, and then she was gone.
I have been a witness to many robberies.
Some were fascinating to watch, others quite boring.
Still, I like it when they get away.
Then there are blurbs for necessaries and desires.
These blurbs are much louder, as I am mesmerized.
Crap, now I want a burger and a beer.
With a thin piece of electronics,
I eagerly surf the channels, I can see many wonders,
While sitting in my chair,
I am there, without going anywhere.
Categories:
blurbs, eulogy, fantasy, home, murder,
Form:
Sonnet
Alliteration
By Franklin Price
6/26/2105
Alliteration alludes alliance
Defeats deductive daunts defiance
Connects constructive conjugation
Needs a niche nice new libation
Poets possibly pen prime prose
Never neglect nor need to know
Poor people perfectly pronouncing please
Nine nimble ninnies on knobby knees
Fabulous fiction fantastic facts
Anchors altering adjusting acts
Elusive elves eliciting verbs
Babbling bumblers bubbling blurbs
Nonsensical nuance nearly nice
Needs neural knowledge naughty spice
These thoughts try timely to titillate
Greatly gregarious not just gigantically great
Categories:
blurbs, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
Knit kindred know
Bestow blind blow
Glimpse gracious glow
Do deft dance dear
Steer sightly seer
Bloom bears buzz beer
Hot hype hurl here
Glance groovy gear
Free fuzzy fear
Cuppa coffee
Taste tranquil tea
Just joy juicy
Books bearing boast
Reaper's realms roast
Charm crystal coast
Wealthy words wind
Give gripe good grind
Free feelings find
Be brilliant bore
Carve clever core
Peel plunders pore
Store spiral spore
Blind blond blurbs bore
Grip glitching gore
Line lives long line
Feel foam flood fine
Dig deeper dine
Halt hunting haste
Wait weaves weird waste
Plot plunders paste
Crazy creep clowns
Fresh frozen frowns
Traverse toon town
Travel takes time
Real rivers rhyme
Chase cunning chimes
Leon Enriquez
24 Apr 2014
Singapore
Categories:
blurbs, deep,
Form:
Alliteration
Like Silent Laughter
David J Walker
I can still feel the cold water
Cool my tanned skin usually drenched
in the sweat of a hoe handle and the
hot summer sun
The above ground steel tank filled from
The creaking efforts of a windmill meant to
Quench the thirst of thirsty cattle
The salt lick that became our diving board
A rare moment of splashing laughter
Rarer than rare the occasion of young cousins
allowed to play for an afternoon
as other children play in city park pools
Very aware that
We were the farm kids
And would curse in bilingual blurbs the
Profane adjectives accenting hard work
I don’t remember who was
winding and aiming
The 8mm movie camera
Capturing the moment through a lens
that would
Otherwise have been lost forever
Documenting the silent laughter of
Farm kids having fun the hard way
In the New Mexico Summer sun
Categories:
blurbs, youth,
Form:
Rhyme
as the late afternoon twilight years
of this primate become sans my exist
hence, more visible on the horizon
an increasing awareness prevails asper
how this middle aged baby boomer
(whose incessant, inconsolable, and
incurable wailing still reverberates til
this day - LIX exiting the birth canal
since January thirteenth ninety fifty
and nine) promulgates nascent longing
jumpstarting helping formulate doing
beneficial actions. only of late didst
an upswell to demonstrate appreciation
(towards acquaintances, countrymen/
women, family of origin, friends,
neigh boars, relatives, Romans, et cetera)
becomes a manifest destiny. awareness
crystallized within the recent past of
my life and hard (days night) times
this yearningto "pay forward" dirty deeds
done dirt cheap along the highway to hell
(mainly within a voluntary capacity)
to avail energy of waning body, mind,
spirit triage. until such a plan (as
per say traveling abroad - either a
lone or with an adventurous minded Ma
demoiselle) coalesces into fruition,
a daily strategy to impact my imme
diate environment in a positive manner
took figurative shape. his doable, feasible,
justifiable, et cetera longing (to contribute
sweat equity such as organic gardening/
farming, teaching English as a first, second
third...language, or writing opinion
editorials blurbs for a news letter,
which loving labors of body, mind
and spirit would be accepted would serve
Categories:
blurbs, 10th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Light Verse
Sometimes in churlish chains
Fed up with ribald refrains
On my mind inflicting pains and strains
In the morning, afternoon and night
When from life I gain no delight
Sinking into sorrows on the flight
From illusion
Conflated with delusion
Carved from collusion
Between cynicism
Pessimism and criticism
Wrapped in a veil of wanton witticism
That to my ears spells disaster
I detect in the voice of a broadcaster
Enjoining my mouth to shut up faster
Lest lunatics in straitjackets
Should unleash explosive packets
To pulverize my brain brackets
To terminate challenges I mount
Day and night whose barbs and blurbs amount
To desecration in mistaken impressions tantamount
To insults in the eyes of Cyclops
Whose evil eye develops
An uncanny loathing for emissary envelopes
Whose missives send shiver
Down spines shorn of silver
When Cyclops quiver
In their boots
At the thought of brutes
Taking away ill gotten fruits
Cyclops munch
At brunch
Foregoing at lunch any hunch
That predicts winds of change
Within my mind no longer strange
To vicissitudes Cyclops arrange
To counter banter
In the encounter
Arranged in the canter
To ferry freedom
Beyond confines the fiefdom
I no longer consider part of the inherited wisdom
In which I found comfort
From every report emanating from the fort
I vowed with all my might to support
If I should remain sane
To reject any arcane
Attitude bent on releasing propane
To burn my spirit
In an effort to treat
Ores of sanity with gangrenous grit
Hoping to achieve progress
While promoting disgrace
In the last lap of a stress race.
Categories:
blurbs, poems,
Form:
Free verse