Best Brimmed Poems
Shall I reside in shadows of past years
like a silhouette where light appears dimmed
as life’s entangled path cuts deep like spears
of perforating thorns overly brimmed?
Shall I guard the fragility of heart
and retreat stumbling with blindfolded sight
unless black shrouds unveils colourful art
of silky roses grown in shades of light?
Shall I remain dwelling and not then seek
life that awaits a brave travellers feet —
yet, would not a fervent heart grow so meek
with a dying rhythm of its own beat?
Amidst faith, scars from life’s thorns slowly heals
upon a path where inner self reveals.
Categories:
brimmed, faith, love,
Form:
Sonnet
In my foolish young adult years,
three good men came along,
but their eyes brimmed with tears.
God must of sent them,
offering me love's redemption.
Not realizing they were gifts to me,
like mystic trains sent away to
wend on another journey.
The summer moon's love bathes me
in her eternal silvered glow,
upon my bed dreaming of happiness
I let go.
I do long for youth again,
to say I'm sorry for wounding them.
Was I rejecting love or myself,
placing their hearts on a shelf.
Forgive me, please,
as I age with unease.
Three good men with souls of gold,
I hope with wives who cherish them
as they grow old. ~
Categories:
brimmed, 7th grade, 8th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
He stands against the old barn door
relaxed not a confrontational bone,
thin as a pitchfork's tine.
Farmhand, hunter, true-shooter,
the lens flatters him.
A ring of white T-shirt gives a reverse
halo to his lantern-jaw.
Loose fitting pants rumple
just right atop his kick ass boots.
He stands against an old barn door
who held up who the real question—
a bit of James Dean in pocket pressed hands,
Paul Newman in his eyes.
Flannel hugs him. (When the woman aren’t.)
Capped by a bent brimmed hat,
he's rolled to perfection.
I’m sure the name tag on his shirt
didn’t do him justice—
Categories:
brimmed, farm, men,
Form:
Free verse
A gauzy haze rises from the flickering gas light,
revealing the face of a blushing coquette.
Stepping through time in voluminous dress, bustled and bowed,
a petite silhouette.
She offers her hand to the handsome uniformed, callow cadet.
She moves with eloquence, poise and grace;
He, smitten by her charming demeanor, peaceful, porcelain, angelic face.
Flustered at first, heart pounding accepting his advances,
a gentle kiss and lingering embraces.
The afternoon brought festivities of equestrian competition.
Young cadets, eager to advance, entered to raise their rank and position;
His prowess boasted by the charm of his lady admirer's recognition.
She arrives in a brimmed bonnet, settling in her seat, vying for clear view;
Awaiting her chivalrous cavalier,
preparing, taking position, for the race to ensue.
A shot is fired, she sees him from afar,
waving his silk flag of gold, green and blue.
Gallant and proud, spurring his steady steed without yield.
Thunderous hooves in a cloud of dust, neck and neck as he rounds the field;
Pursing only, the love of his lady, and winning the coveted, golden shield.
February 6, 2017 For Stepping Through Time Contest, February 22, 2017
Categories:
brimmed, imagery, love, romance,
Form:
Rhyme
When you are with no companion
and no one can read your very silence
When you are brimmed with joy
and you find no sign of warmth
When your solitude is lonely
and you cease to feel the wonder
When no single wave in the air
and you have a longing to breathe
When your heart denies its throbs
and your tone becomes still and cold
When none can hear the drops of your wounds
and you can't even swallow your sighs
When the night has no stars in his sky
and no dream dares showing a face
When no other alluring path to walk
and no thirst to reach satiating founts
When both, mind and heart share your pen
and no single paper in your den
How couldn't there be a life
that would save lives!
How can I envision my world
without you, my poesy!
Categories:
brimmed, art, beauty, creation, growth,
Form:
Free verse
The walker prevails without his brimmed hat,
skirting whirling dervish of hungry gnats
which seek to explore each orifice bare -
to sample the blood from here and from there,
as discerning vintner sups from each vat.
Tackling a gradient sure to task fat
the rambler struggles, with scowl for farm cat
which extended stretch and yawn smugly shares.
The walker prevails.
Somehow, surroundings seem terribly flat -
land less a life-force than foot-worn doormat.
Even the birds have no energy spare;
in the heat of this day, fox ignores hare.
Yet, like strong tail-ender last in to bat,
the walker prevails.
Categories:
brimmed, analogy, anti bullying, nature,
Form:
Rondeau
If my spirit is akin to an animal
It would surely be the lovely doe
With beauty quiet and reserved
Brown eyes that seem to know...
Eyes so like hidden forest pools
Deep, seemingly brimmed with tears
Every move with a dancer's grace
Watching, afraid to come to near...
When I see her in the meadow
Or feeding on a summer hillside
I pause to reflect on her beauty
For a time, my heart with her abides....
For the " If I Were an Animal" contest..
Barbara Gorelick
Categories:
brimmed, animals, introspection
Form:
Quatrain
I thought I saw you yesterday.
My heart assumed an unfamiliar arrhythmia mode.
True it was a humid and hectic day
and I was wearied out.
So as I sauntered
down the busy main street,
when everyone and his friend
had just finished work.
I though I saw you on the opposite side,
strolling towards our favourite snack bar
down by the riverside.
Alas I could not cross immediately
for traffic was as usual heavy,
and the ill-fated traffic lights
took such a long time to change.
Finally I hurried to the snack bar.
My heart beat faster.
A woman sat at a table,
our favourite table, right by the window side.
Her hair was auburn, curly hair just like yours,
her dress a haunting memory of you.
But I knew it could not be.
She turned her head as if
she was waiting for someone.
Then I was certain it was not you.
So I felt ashamed, truly ashamed.
My eyes brimmed with tears.
I hurried out and took a bus,
arrived just before closing time.
I just had time to stand before the stone
that spelled your name so fine.
Rest in peace my love and remember
I'll love you till the end of time.
27 October 2020
Silent One Contest
Placed 2
Categories:
brimmed, autumn, love,
Form:
Free verse
To all women battered by brutal men
Cast not the blame at the foot of heaven
The dyed cloth by brutality stained
Shake that rag in demon's lurrid face
The summons writ for him disdained
By God and the better virtues of the race.
Then come down to the spiritual waters
Here, find balm for wounds and craters
Of flesh and faith, the Creator's love await
Your witness to the truth of sin
Swing wide your forgiveness like a gate
Let his words flow where pain has been
For he who made you, his little flower
And brimmed the bee in your fragrant bower
Was not intent that a petal should fall
From pedacle or heart bruised to tear
But promise one day, it shall worth it all
Glory restored from winds of despair.
Categories:
brimmed, inspirational
Form:
Verse
The face of this old man painted
as the pastel portrait mute,
turned grey the hard way,
looks at the memory space vacant.
The pensive eyes, one shrouded by
the shadow of sorrow,
the other brimmed by
the film of frozen tears unshed
for the dear ones gone,
engraved in the webbed face
as the scars of the lost time.
_______________
June 14, 2022
Contest : The Pastel
Sponsored by : Craig Cornish
Categories:
brimmed, old, sad,
Form:
Free verse
O, I love my dear boy
So dearly and so blindly
I will give him my blood
And life if God permits so
He's so weak and sick
So pallid and so tender
But I know he's an umbrella of snow
In the wide-brimmed form
A rhyme, a loft
Almost in the spelling of my own world.
Categories:
brimmed, confusion, devotion, father, history,
Form:
Free verse
She spent so much of her time
in her mind wildly churning
fantasy with deep yearning
which she spun like useless twine,
then grew old, never learning
that her dreams, like clouds, had dimmed
joy with which life might have brimmed.
Categories:
brimmed, feelings,
Form:
Verse
Withered hands that have lived a thousands lives over,
hold me above the sinister ways that life has tricked me.
A grandfather with the weight of the world on his shoulders,
selfless skin tearing itself off again and again, in my time of need.
A grandmother brimmed with hope in every way,
heart glowing with an overflow of spitfire and mellow ways.
An upbringing of jagged edges and congested endearment.
Whispers from the sincere lips, that all would be okay, I find to be my only escape.
A mother with skeleton keys for fingers and hands, heaviness caving in with each breath taken for me.
A father who I can no longer recognize,picture fading faster than his mind did.
An arising of tattered lies and battered promises.
Arms wrapped in an unusual fashion to conceal me from the world.
Hands playing spiderwebs along my eyes, my only blanket against the turmoil.
Sunlight invading a windowless room of my mind, where my skin can finally speak for itself.
The nurturing of sheltered wounds and cushioned mentality.
Simple notes tipping the atmosphere in melancholic seasons.
The only voices that can soothe a shattered vessel,to sew the barriers of a rib cage back together.
Country rhythms the first to entice a soul, lyrics spiraling out hopeless promises.
The blooming of diverse tunes and rattling pipes.
Arms wrapped in an unusual fashion to conceal me from the world.
Hands playing spiderwebs along my eyes, my only blanket against the turmoil.
Sunlight invading a windowless room of my mind, where my skin can finally speak for itself.
The nurturing of sheltered wounds and cushioned mentality.
The flourishing of knitted flesh and stitched thoughts.
Categories:
brimmed, absence, appreciation, happy, love,
Form:
Free verse
When you went to our favorite place,
and you sat in your usual chair.
When you lifted your stemmed glass,
did you notice I wasn't there?
Did you furtively check the door;
look for my face across the room?
Did you surreptitiously search the air
for a hint of my perfume?
Did you feel a sudden chill
of loneliness and, yes, regret?
Did you wish with troubled heart
that you and I had never met?
Did you think, with a sudden start,
those very words I might have said?
Did it occur, now you're thinking of me,
you thought of only yourself instead?
Did you notice my eyes brimmed with tears?
Did they happen to be in your glance?
Did you realize I wasn't a game to be played
Like you play your games of chance?
You won't find me now in any room;
nor will my perfume fill the air.
You're your's alone, as it always was.
Did you notice I wasn't there?
Categories:
brimmed, absence, break up, farewell,
Form:
Rhyme
Why would someone yearly toast the birthday
of a poet like Edgar Allan Poe?
And on that day toast his grave the same way,
leave the bottle, three red roses, and go.
The man locals nicknamed, "The Poe Toaster."
in the mid-30s; remains anonymous.
But each Jan.19th, like a morbid poster,
Poe's grave and his toasts were synonymous.
Wearing a white scarf and wide-brimmed hat,
he'd arrive there in the early morning.
But in 2009, stopped, just like that,
and disappeared without any warning.
For 60 years, this phantom toasted Poe,
whether friend or foe, we may never know.
(Sonnet)
9/20/2018
Categories:
brimmed, 12th grade, anniversary, birthday,
Form:
Sonnet