Best Boundlessly Poems
A spirited traveler, how curiously you roam, flexing your freedom,
Visiting places serene, from Atlantic to Pacific, Artic to Antarctic,
Hugging every exotic continent, kissing territories in between;
Exploring from shore to shore; thrashing, splashing, your rhythms.
Hosting sunsets of amber evenings and sunrises of purple dawns
Fondly you reflect ruby rays, charming avid glances of romance,
Illuminating in sun’s golden dust a fusion made of fervid dreams,
And designs of your vision artistic, sprinkled on motifs esoteric.
Custodian of precious resources, a treasurer of beauteous coral reefs,
A liaison for shipping goods, trading foods, marine mineral mining;
You are a daring warrior too, flaunting bravely your armored ships,
An environmentalist as well, facilitating harvesting of wind energy.
You are so charismatic, when leisurely you propel passenger ships,
Journeying to towns historic, luxuriating on heavenly beaches;
Yet, when your mood is perturbed, you are a monster, angry beast,
Stomping ferociously, storming destructively, churning latent heat.
Harmonious with the mystique of moon, mythical cosmic bodies,
Coast-to-coast you soar, alluring aspirations of dreams romantic,
As boundlessly you undulate, navigating zestful tides of passion;
Awe of admiration, you are the eternal, magnificent blue ocean.
Reigning vitality you buoy on vigor of freedom
Hugging distant continents, caressing lively shores
Eternal since birth of time, ceaseless evermore,
Sensational, immense, omnipotent, abundant,
Enthusiastically you uplift glorious dawning sun
Greeting flamboyantly resplendent arc of horizon
Sprinkling golden glitter, propagating in unison,
Stoking aesthetic illusion into waves of passions,
Traversing civilizations from Atlantic to Pacific,
Rumbling leisurely, visiting tranquil beaches,
Hosting aquatics, exploring beauteous coral reefs,
Impulsive as can be, you are fierce, yet poetic,
Ferocious battlefield for the Navy, submarines,
Yet, fairyland luxurious, rocking passenger ships,
Sundown you reflect in aspirations romantic
Floating deep in womb, quixotic moon’s mystique;
Tides of your moods~ ebb and flow of emotions,
Boundlessly undulate, vainglorious true notion~
No force on earth can dare restrict your motion
For, you’re the magnificent, almighty blue oceans.
August 22, 2021
Placed 1st: Writing Prompt, Oceans, or Seas Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
It starts with a bottle of rum
it always starts with rum ...
well in your case we'll substitute tequila
hints of caramel caressing the tongue
as we forget the lime
we always forget the lime, when living
out fantasies on island time
waves wash upon our bare bodies
as sun lays down her head
a rush of oceanic breezes seduce
sands of gold, playing out as bed
my breath, your heart
the strum of a Cuban guitar
holding out for hope
just off of the horizon
as we disappear
into each other
the beach, within your reach
my hand pressed upon your heart
spirit playing into the part
we'll never be apart
even if afar
seagulls sing for their supper
as we hold on
boundlessly
we hold on
I
wonder
if poems
birthed from my soul
might be - like my days on this earth - numbered.
Days are fleeting, yet in the sky I see
infinity,
and so I
make a
wish.
May
poems
reflect my
mind boundlessly
like those stars that illuminate the night.
7/19/2016
Sun’s soulful smile swells boundlessly
while the sky mirrors the clear blue sea.
Seashore blends with the ebbs’ rolling voices
Sifting, swaying to and fro
as beach-goers barge in.
Humid air blows gently around
On white dunes with parasol mounts
Picnics with lots of fun abound
Excursionists are hard to count.
ice cream and cold drinks
available everywhere…
hot season’s specials
April 1, 2022 1.54pm
(Forms: Crystalline- Kimo- Quatrain- haiku)
www.howmanysyllables.com: (8,9) 17-(10,7,6)23- (8,8,8,8)32- (5,7,5)17
For A Combination of Forms Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
I hope you smile, when you remember me.
Once a fleeting while, a thought of what could be.
I don’t mind the pain, a dulling sense of being.
Omnipotence to gain, yet a constant thought of fleeing.
Staring down the side, an end to the world.
Animosity has died, leaving a story unfurled.
Mass graves of meaning, an era destroyed unsurely.
A solemn act of weaning, a malicious act purely.
Mountains give way, oceans part in calamity.
Though a faith cannot say, there’s the feeling of amity.
An endless fire dies, left by the sick and twisted.
A prediction of lies, herding the weak to the wicked.
I remain once involved, longing for her last look.
A naive puzzle solved, scribbled hastily in a dusty book.
With nothing living behind,the sun shines tempestuously.
Longing to find, an angels breath held boundlessly.
Searching inward to reveal,I’m but just another lost soul.
Time moves forward forgetting to heal, a heart that is no longer whole.
Hearing an existential voice, a shouting that echoes emptiness.
A devastating choice, paving a way to cheerfulness.
I hear an ungodly choir, singing only to me.
A now extinct fire, laying at her effigy.
The girl I remember, promised no one could hurt us.
A subtle December, exposing a melting frozen truss.
A harrowing escape, not deserving of trust.
A grasp of the nape, turning all to dust.
The Forgotten Lover
she dances in front of me
airborne on weighted wings,
burdened in detailed details.
blind to my eyes she stays
purposely hidden
but e'ver so viewable inside
in graceful soundless flight
doing daily do's and don'ts
arms spread wide, lips in wait
nobly christened to serve
giving a must
trusted beyond
she robotically marches forward
in her daily stride
tired, drained, alone yet filled
does she smile at the sunrise
rejoice with the moon
i am blind to either
who is there to hold her so dear
what does she taste like in a moment of tenderness
and gently stroke her golden heart
a life filled with her memories
of days and nights engrossed
in others
sadly, nary a kiss
arms holding nothingness
warmth that cools in time, waiting
alone at the end
boundlessly captured
waiting to be loved
the lover waits
for the lover
that has to be
© Charles H Keys, 2011. All Rights Reserved
Yesterday, playful children engaged with the outside
Endlessly enjoying their midsummer day's ride
Today, another car collision, stuck in traffic
Overwhelm by the society’s demographics
Tomorrow, weary and mangled from overworking
Needing assistance my aching legs have stopped working
Yesterday, lighthearted without any prejudices
The video game remained my only nemesis
Today, austerely fighting to pay all the mortgage bills
Pyrrhic weight, the body’s mobilizing nonerrant hills
Things were better yesterday
The tears were shallow. All the pains went away
Yesterday, jolly old Saint Nicholas was bona fide
Grandma and grandpa embraced hands actively alive
Today, a career, car, and house, thought I had it made
Mother and father are descending into their grave
Tomorrow, my tears will all disappear and turn to dust
I’ll be receiving one final trip into the earth’s crust
The past, things were better, dreams subsisted boundlessly
My tears were shallow. All my pains went away
My friends were present to wish me a happy birthday
All alone everything shall decay. All alone everything fades away
Things were better
Updated - 5/14/2019
*Nonerrant- deviating from the regular or proper course; erring; straying
Blessed beyond words am I
having to somnambulate to lectures
for endless hours every day
and slumber throughout these fixtures
That never-ending piece of work
- due tomorrow - cannot wait
An alteration in which this quirk
becomes a lifestyle in which I slave till late
Aren't I blessed with splinters
of shattered pieces from the windowpane
through which, until repaired, the icy winters
reward me with fierce wind and rain
Just as - could I ever count the gains
of burst pipes or broken timing belts,
when nothing else for me remains
as to observe just how my money melts…
How blessed am I by those arguments
and resentful quotes from siblings,
those wounds of umbrageous comments
and ever-continuous quibblings
How grateful am I for that piercing voice
of a parent shouting out the wishes
which kill the silence, with a noise
that echoes “Wash the dishes!”
Blessed beyond boundaries am I
getting up before the sun starts peeping,
and wandering to church every Sunny day,
while the world out there remains sleeping
Indeed, boundlessly blessed in disguise
I am educated, I can read, can write
In the mornings I am able to arise
and walk with both my feet to fly my kite…
Even though those scattered splinters lie
I have a home in which I’m safe
I am equipped with wings to fly
with all I need to surf the wave
Angels for sisters, superheroes the brothers -
priceless gifts directly from above
I am blessed to have these siblings
that know, understand, still unconditionally love
Not always do I see the privilege
of still having both parents that care
and with loving hearts, being the first image
that for this life, me prepare
Blessed beyond boundaries
that destinies, contingencies down here
could never be left to happen without
Him giving His blessing from high up there…
The newest Leap Year beckons women to make a heartfelt move
while promising to be true to the soul and actions
I have knelt down because it's time that I propose to you,
even impromptu, promising to say "I do" with Celtic words: Aoibhneas, Baile.
I love you for your distinct virtues. Please, do not misconstrue this vow that I now renew.
You're likely to be amazed by such words of praise coming from me
But you should know that I love you verily; I've reappraised the situation,
And I'm all aglow when I think of the stargazed dream
Such a marriage could set us free and raise our expectations, we who are Vikings!
If I don't take the chance to propose during our dance, four years will pass again with less romance; thus, it's best I write these words of confession to you with my own pen rather than to keep them suppressed, all the while,
Promising that my vow will be acknowledged by God above who blesses our love, still expressed while un-professed
My mind reaches out to you, boundlessly and timelessly, no matter what you say or do, thereunto, without any borders to keep my love away; I invite your imagination to fly with thoughts of the magnificent adulation and how I'll reveal my heart to you, going on a mountain rendezvous, with vegetables overgrown in your garden where they thrived,
Undervalued for such a long time while nature embraced you in a breakthrough,
Growth arose with the sound of bells nearby--chiming, dancing, and chanting in rhythm, the mountains, all the time, dipping into the valley to meet you in peace.
This year will be Leap Year, it's true, and all I want to do
Is marry you. No more, no less, only to achieve heartfelt happiness.
I'll view you through the misconstrued residue of my own true love.
When are we gonna leave this mood
You keep dreaming under the roof of imagination that you are with this person
And for how long are we gonna keep snaping in our head
The sounds alone keep making it real and steady active
We are now busy with imaginariness
When is this fiction transform to non fiction
We have the master plan and we haven’t taken a step into action and we keep wallowing.
Al Quran is the manual, a roadmap to follow
but it is not easy to see these treasures, we only saw them once and since then we ve been in imaginary.
The birds are pilot, they are nimble they go boundlessly and they are kings in the air
who create creat them if not ALLAH SWT
We are left with the option to consult the birds if they could help
We are now objects of mockery and ridicule in the eyes of birds
Because they are full of actions and we are the shyest of creature
They tagged us “Existing but inactive”
And they said
Hope you aren’t jaded of this your unsure awaiting love
We would avail and we hope your unreal burnishing love will not reverse to waning love.
Truly love is found but it must be followed Islamically
Not once has this path been so clear in moons rays
As it is on this night
in this haze, in this craze, what delight at this sight
in my bones and my spine not a fright- no respite
No cruel wars to fight breeding strife
No fear and no flight
….None on this night
Far distant proud waves steady pounding ashore
Playing sand castle drums
I implore wanting more, heart strings strum forming chords
Her sweet deep piercing melodies pure- and endure
The ages spill wonders and more
To ponder- adore
….Vast open doors
Kept sojourning East with the seas to my back
Bare feet dancing down trails
Keeping time, keeping track, tempos remain intact
I'm at one with the wind and her gales - I inhale
The swelling of cells fuels souls shell
No heavens or Hells
…..Alive and well
In distance a desert spreads gold shifting sands
Each grain tied together
Flowing strands, tied in bands, connecting forever
Yet loosely they drift through the never- loose tethered
Fulfilling ethers endeavors
Boundlessly clever
…..All will sever
Still the song carried on and made me a note
As it swept me along
Phantom wrote, years ago, as the universe dawned
Within verses the stars were all spawned- swelled and blown
Squeezed, crushed, thrown- into the unknown
All angles they've flown
….Beat carries on
the child inside
revealed through cascading
recollecting
regrets unspoken break free
boundlessly
the child inside
hindered responsibility weigh
heavily
elation manifestation refuted
deniability
the child inside
yearning determined to depart
dependability
exchanging impulsive playful
irrationality
the child inside
locked away penal complexes
restricting
flee to autonomy- mischievous
creativity
boundlessly wishing
pinkies clasped beneath stars~
bonfire sparkles rise
Maternal maidens modestly make miracles
Incubating infants into incarnation
Loyally loving laundering life
Completing consciousness crowns, circulating
Fortuitous freedom, forgiving
Enlarged egocentric expulsions
Boundlessly boiling beseeching brothers
Preventing planetary peace
Wisely Worship women with wholeness...