Best Brimful Poems
What autumn has bedecked
with plants, founts and flowers,
in colors of divine radiance
the sun hangs in the fourth sphere,
then comes purple daybreak
beautiful sky brimful with stars,
none can match mi cielo,
the lovely parts of your face!
Your black hair lost in the forest
hands soft and delicate as lilies,
hidden partially beneath your coat
breasts and arms, engirdling your fantasy frame,
stay, elusive shadow of my beloved,
lovely illusion on this soft autumn day
sweet woman for whom I love so sadly,
image of enchantment I love the best...
Today autumn washes gently along the Gulf of Mexico,
I gather cones of pines in yellow baskets,
opening a liter of sparkling red wine,
come mi corazon, in the energy of the Harvest moon glow,
for inside your simple and tender heart
my numb dreams yearn to snuggle up,
just as when the night of autumn starts,
we cuddle like two birds in cozy nests!
Categories:
brimful, autumn, beautiful, desire, love,
Form:
Free verse
Written: October 09, 2023
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There are no blooms to snuggle in the twilight
No promise that it will ever reach the zenith.
Either the sky is clear or a cyclone is brewing
Unpredictable, akin to the whims of fate.
Life sheds its brimful aura and amorphous shells
No longer a folk-waltzing performance,
But an aphonic and agrestal appendices
Shifts sustain, the skin splits and slides,
Revealing the vulnerability beneath,
A skin split that resonates in the heart
Where forlornness resides, tearing at the seams
In this ever-changing world, seasons shift.
Some souls only shine once a year.
Or twice, if they're lucky, reaching even higher.
When you least expect it, or in the spring,
They decry what bestows them delight,
Appreciating the winding road of life,
Finding beauty in the midst of anguish
There are no blooms to snuggle in the twilight.
Categories:
brimful, analogy, angst, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
Beyond prevailing heart songs
I yielded to fashion a tune of wonder
pulses and beats that do not belong.
I pondered over and over
decoding layers of mystery
a speck of awe within is reached.
I roved about along the fields
expanding beauty nurturing my touch
a rush of melodious breeze flooded my fancy.
Deep into a distinct essence
gorgeous voices started resonating
one secret is leaked!
Hills and mountains carved my air
what a flair!
I drifted out to the lake
lost for words in my world
I reached for a sip
an aura of magic wrapped my core
brimful, but wanted more.
Wide my heart
I leafed through abundance of scenic allure
Supreme fascination beheld!
A puff of relish is breathed
my tune of wonder is conceived!
June 23rd, 2018
Categories:
brimful, art, creation, emotions, heart,
Form:
Free verse
Now slipping in peace the hues of day
Maybe this I fully know;
Above the vales, the dappled fields
Of bushy lanes and down to where
The brimful city hoofs below.
Again I feel the seed of dawn
Coiled inside my roots till all
Of white mist were drawn.
I've twirled with the isles at night,
Sweet and chaste I lie
Where fresh and tinseled moonbeams sigh.
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Andrea Dietrich's Picture Yourself As A Flower Contest
*Orchid— symbol of refinement and innocence
5/8/2015
Categories:
brimful, flower, innocence,
Form:
Rhyme
They are not from Chiang Mai,
they are a tribal people
who speak a hill language.
They ride through the night
on bicycles to settle at dawn
beside the Ping River.
Girls' unroll rattan mats
squat beside straw hats brimful
with the tang of burgundy chilies
They have vegetables
grown in lime green waters,
parched salty anchovies,
and plump spearheads
of opalescent fish -
all these are bargained for,
bundled in newspaper,
tied with pink raffia.
Our lives cross here.
A few coins dropped into an open palm,
nods and smiles by a river,
a common currency bridging
alien worlds.
Categories:
brimful, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
An unusual thing occurred at our house Christmas Eve.
It caused us anger, it was enough to make us grieve.
We waited to the last minute for a live Christmas tree:
A brimful tree of precise size, with perfect symmetry.
On Christmas Eve, we pulled it inside the house to trim.
As we tugged it through, we discovered something grim.
Although the tree was green, it was dead as a doornail.
As we carried it in, pine needles rained down like hail.
It was too late to find another tree, the problem to rectify.
“We can’t have Christmas without a tree,” I wanted to cry.
Long gone the days to trek into woods & chop one down.
I wanted to stomp my foot, I wanted someone to crown.
Not only was there no tree, we vacuumed piles of needles.
“Honey, we need an artificial Christmas tree,” I wheedled.
‘After Christmas sales,’ afforded us a great opportunity.
Now, I can decorate the tree each year, with impunity.
No worry about limbs drooping, no watering to do. I
like the convenience. I like the look of it too. After
all,
it’s
not
the tree
that counts,
it’s what’s under it.
Don’t you agree?
Categories:
brimful, christmas, tree,
Form:
Couplet
In a woman's heart
is spark of divine fire
such warmth to a mans night
dominant prosperity to his desire...
Then who is more worthy of praise
than women of such angelic grace
even the night sky brimful of stars
cannot match the lovely parts of woman's face!
O her hand is full with roses
she brings the moon of celestial spring
her soul is of other worldly splendor
purple ember of day break does she bring!
Would there be comfort in sickness
contentment in health without her tenderness
what relief of the days torment
could we have without a woman's presence?
O woman most fragrant flower from heaven sent
you are Eve to soothe restless past
I await the fall of your floating garment
and the noble charm you eternally cast..
~ ~ ~
Categories:
brimful, beauty, romantic, woman,
Form:
Free verse
Life over the moon at last has waned,
A drab and dull scene from great merriment and fun
Nothing now remains but ashes of yester-dreams
Strewn over the moribund ambience of jollities
Hard dry wind has taken sway over the plane
And making blitz over bare faces worn with zest.
The morning grey with chill air piercing deep
Into lonely quivering bodies once more abandoned.
Garbage brimful of remnants of yesterday’s abundance;
As stores and coffers now in state of dearth
As the road ahead narrows shrouded by mist
And fraught expectations on white emaciating faces.
Upon every heart and stem a somber skeleton
That has shed their outer brimful layers.
The sphere again begins new cyclic processes;
All hands again go to plough, upon dead branches a bud.
Categories:
brimful, celebration, farewell, hope, january,
Form:
Blank verse
Overgrown by grapes
Gods’ garden fine winery
Mortals in rags toil
Overgrown by grapes
Gods’ garden fine winery
Brimful gilded grails
Overgrown by grapes
Gods’ garden fine winery
High angels crash down
Categories:
brimful, wine,
Form:
Haiku
From the dusty street of Homs I write
Head buried in ashes- white
Hopes piled up in monumental rubble
hearts engulfed in catastrophic trouble
A motherless child cries in the still
My home, a deserted paradise
Where birds wail for broken dreams
Once tranquil land now soaked in crimson rain
Poured by thoughtless hearts
Who is a friend; the government or rebels?
From the murky street of Aleppo I write
Where soothing sun now mocks us
Our argent moon cast on threshold languid
All brimful days in subliminal gleam
Hushed seraglios
Clash of angry missiles in superiority contest
Raped our quiet thoughts
There is nothing civil about this war
In Damascus I long to see my youth again
To dalliance daughters of kings
And not dread IS
To behold the jasmine teeth
In maiden splendor
As they collapsed into gale of laughter
I a dashing cavalier
Aah! th’s idyll satire
Cloned in myopic metaphors
Tart humour
Unending dirge in incessant flow
O Kobane
Where once triumph ancestral glory
Chiseled on eternal marble
Golden swords in silken sheath
Crested birds clasped their wings in tributes
Now ruined in the theatre of political toga
To negotiate the soul of a forlorn nation
Our cry, our plea
To the dead ear of him that rule
Last night I a scion of royalty
This languid dawn
a refugee on the street of unknown land
carried on the waves of desperate time
Where I beg permission to live
A life
Categories:
brimful, war,
Form:
Free verse
I have traveled round the world
Not so many cities I have been
Yet feel I little of things unseen
For I am brimful of the friendliness
This kind of world it is I seek
On the shore I stand alone and think
A world of laughter, a world of peace
A world where no killings will remain
No Al-Qaeda and ethic fight again
A world of freedom, a world of hope
A world where guilt no one shall feel
To thy lord only thy shall kneel
No single fear of the mighty tomorrow
With smile thy 'll embrace your home
And no one will bear thy pains alone...
Categories:
brimful, inspirational, philosophy, poems, poetry,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Her eyes, though once bright, are cloudy,
shrunken and fragile the form
that long was brimful of vigor
and a will to outlast life's storms.
She stares past a blank horizon
through a door that I do not know;
the colors she sees are memories,
scents and sounds of the long ago.
A kaleidoscope of faces
turns merry-go-round in her mind;
while trees out her window whisper
soft lullabies long left behind.
The sound of my cheery greeting
draws her back to this metal room,
away from a creaking rocker
and her mama's sweet, gentle croon.
It is not my name she whispers
as I bend down to kiss her cheek,
but a name more dear than ever
mine was is the name that she speaks.
"Papa," the feeble voice quavers.
I am no more a part of her world;
the grandma that soothed my sorrows
is once again Papa's wee girl.
© 1987, Faye Lanham Gibson
Categories:
brimful, age, death, family, farewell,
Form:
Narrative
Ha, she is beautiful
Lascivious when smiles
Innocent but beguiles,
Her charm in bountiful
oozing over brimful--
Purity imbues wiles;
Likewise a Rose’s blessed--
An enticing fragrance
An elegant presence
But with thorns slyly dressed
making someone obsessed,
Lovelorn with its essence;
Tread in their lairs with care
Oh, traits common they share!
Hexsonetta contest by Andrea Dietrich
Categories:
brimful, beautiful, rose,
Form:
Sonnet
she sings: she drums: she dances!
all the forest
is in a commotion of her songs -
she renders a full communion
to those native souls
eavesdropping from the hilly paths
into the ancestral kingdom -
each morning is like a herald
of her lofty communion
even the blue evening azure
echoes her drum-steps -
yonder june is drumming near
as old may fades away
brimful of her lavish & sonorous
songs & drum-steps -
& still
she sings: she drums: she dances!
Categories:
brimful, dedication, devotion,
Form:
Within my heart there reigns
nothing but desire for you
to keep it to myself
is punishment self-inflicted...
The way you whisper
my name with such praise
with you it is different
my name is safe in your mouth
don't ever stop smiling
it will kill me
I will stop breathing...
You my love are Springtime bedecked
around you fount, flowers and plants
the smell of cottonwood and peaches
your hair hangs like Spanish Moss
what divine radiance
of sun in the fourth sphere
you at purple daybreak
the morning star brimful
none which can equal
your southern loveliness...
I desire your long black hair
to flow like a running brook
to hear your voice like a melody in the night
to awake next to you with winged heart
you my hearts desire
what relief of torment
I desire to become as one with you
our bodies eternally entwined
aimless in sexless foreplay...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Categories:
brimful, beauty, joy, love, spring,
Form:
Free verse