Best Broody Poems
Modest woman moderate woman
Your inner beauty strikes me
Like the tongue of noble eloquence
More than gold even refined gold
Or our purged fulgent silver.
Black woman proud woman
Your pride is not haughty
But a humble pride of eaglets;
Your black eyes are so glittering
As the eyes of our dark rivers
Filled with messages of peace
That banish the broody turmoil
From those panting hearts
Of your foreigned offsprings.
Gentle mother diligent mother
Your kindness kindles the fires
Of my heart –
Your dexterity dresses
The table of our ageless history
And the thought of your being
– Oh kind mother! –
Makes the most delicious menu
For my heart.
I remember your naked feet
Fast and fair as a pigeon’s limbs
Treading the invisible paths
Almost covered by shrubs
Small shrubs misted by the prime mist.
I remember the wood from the wood
The water from the water
And manifold items from jungle alleys
Borne by your delicate hands
And upon your soft black-haired head.
I remember the constant match
To markets and to farms
And your bright face smeared with
The ash dust
Making you more beautiful
Than any woman whose feet
Ever touched the naked earth.
I remember those burdens
Upon your cheerful kin-souls
And babies strapped to your backs
Babes full of unspoken words
To unborn others in patient wombs
Waiting in an endless turn –
Indeed, mother is dove!
A black dove and a dark huntress
A hunter’s gift from the maker?
Mother is like a weaver-bird
Building a big foot-like nest
Filled with corn and warmth
A bundle of eagle-flight
Mother is dove
And the hunter calls her
The clan’s eternal dove.
Oh, mother loving woman
Gentle as our black horizon
To you we humbly come
From these far and lonely lands
Hoping to grace our love and beauty
Before that jealous grave
Makes her temporary feast.
Categories:
broody, nostalgiamother, woman, water, dark,
Form:
Free verse
Antares' red glow bears firmly down
upon plush, chartreuse carpet
lying prone against the obsidian expanse,
blanketing sections of a remote
blue sphere, purling,
spinning helplessly
through distant time and space;
slave to routine and rotation,
never daring to break free;
to reach out.
Scorpius sprawls low
across the Autumn void;
a celestial corpse
twinkling, twitching;
inexplicably still breathing,
expelling the last
of her precious plexine light
in a final, desperate act
to awake inspiration, stir passion,
proffer wholeness and healing
to an infirmed, ungrateful planet,
for her end-of-reign recession.
Projecting dreams; visions
like swirling Akashic holograms
leaping forth from ancient pages
of ethereal records,
all but lost to time and apathy.
Twisting snakelike through the cosmos,
her broody gaze steeling
in every direction;
fierce energy bombarding;
burning across the universe.
Intense joules bursting forth;
reaching out to nurture
willing universal souls;
scorching those who reject her,
turning them to table fodder
at a divine banquet
for dark gods.
Sagittarius flickers jovially behind
as if breathless with laughter;
taunting, frustrating,
staying just out of reach
of her vengeful tail.
The rule of Scorpio wanes
upon Orion's horizontal breach
extinguishing the sting-ed cluster;
quelling her tumultuous surge
until late-spring pains
rebirth her fires,
igniting them, emerging again
from the icy chasm
of black oblivion.
Categories:
broody, space, stars,
Form:
Free verse
Listening to the Blues on this cerulean night,
my mood dark with visions of ecchymotic dreams
leaving chalybeous bruises in my crazed mind.
I waited for the turquoise twinkle in your smiling azure eyes
to soothe the despondent indigo thoughts I'm feeling.
Like a vitreous vapor I could feel you, but you did not appear.
I guess your cold cyaneous attitude shouldn't surprise me,
it's what I deserve, after leaving your beautiful mind filled
with empty, brooding, questioning, mazarine emotions.
Now I sit here alone watching the aqua liquid of your cocktail
throwing slowly fading teal reflections on a crinkled napkin
as the argon Curacao sign blinks lonely above the empty bar.
Liquid slowly pools in the corner of my cesious eyes.
You used to call them your sapphire visions into my soul,
now they're just old and faded like our cyanotic love affair.
It seems you have finally had enough of my broody blue moods.
I don't blame you, they've cost me more than just you in my life,
as for now I'll just wait in my livid sorrow and listen to the lonely Blues.
02/28/16
Categories:
broody, loss, sad love,
Form:
Free verse
SNOW BIRD
In the dead of winter comes great beauty,
with broody storms and the elegant snow.
The hoarfrost spears hang icy and fluty,
like aliens in guise as they stretch and grow.
Crisp raw are the branches rasping the sky,
as wind comes in a bluster to disturb.
The shadow creatures den under the sigh,
from the deadweight of snow they perturb.
The beauty is sparse and simply at peace,
a waltz in winter that comes on the fly.
The white blizzard storm, we know it will cease,
stopped by the echo of red bird’s soft cry.
Ruby in starlight with ice on his wing,
red bird dreams of Sun and the thaw in spring.
December 5th, 2019
Your Best Sonnet July-December, 2019 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Categories:
broody, december, nature, seasons, winter,
Form:
Sonnet
Elements Part 3: WATER - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Davey
I've seen pictures but never the authentic beauty,
for one can never explain such flowing cascades,
Niagara Falls has stolen my sadness while broody,
what a marvel mother nature has made.
Wonder one of the seven seen within earth's creations
Above Lake Erie bordering Canada while cascading
Torrents of Niagara Falls impermeable from hydration
Exquisite attraction in America, I watch the cataracts fading
Rain and snow activate the collecting of precipitation
Falls of water chute down strong, my essence serenading
All the spectacles have exceeded my curious expectations
Lingering tourists are enthralled, streams can be persuading
Latitude of distance the water enforces without explanation
Watching the strong current energize while it invigorates,
I wonder what the crystallization would look like if the falls could solidify.
I can't imagine seeing a single glimpse as the frosty snow saturates.
In wintry weather the streams don't freeze; requisite while the falls mystify.
~Date Written: April 2, 2016~
Categories:
broody, nature, water,
Form:
Verse
The old blaze won`t keep us warm any longer
The light is fading, the cold grows stronger
Flames of a dying fire glow in lovers` eyes
In a gray sky a lonely blackbird westward flies
Broody brushes dripping with boundless yellow
Paint images of memories melancholy, mellow
With fruits lavishly loaded, with ripeness replete
All turn inward, a final task to carefully complete
What was sown and grown now must be reaped
The harvest is ready to be collected and heaped
One last eclectic parade of a once were fascination
Falling leaves, dying dreams, approaching cessation
Categories:
broody, love,
Form:
Quatrain
There once was an angry old man,
Who thought he had the only plan.
He was smarter than most,
And of this he would boast.
He thought of himself as just grand.
The angry old man had a wife,
Whose life he oft filled with strife.
He described her as moody.
Just stupid and broody.
She told him to go get a life.
Categories:
broody, people,
Form:
Limerick
I’m just a lazy and c r a z y pussycat,
proud to be sassy, pampered and fat-
BANDIT'S my name,
and I’m to blame,
for falling asleep while I sat.
I’m world r e n o w n and all that!
Catnip is my guilty pleasure, you see,
no one can get as hyper as me-
I need MORE!
So, go to the store,
how cruel can you be
for causing such a n x i e t y?!?
When the work day is finally done,
and you rush home for more fun,
don’t b l a m e me this time,
you’re way out of line,
you know I’m always the innocent one-
I never scratched your BRATTY son.
Leave me alone when I’m moody,
don’t swish me away or smack my BOOTY-
I’m cute as a k i t t y,
so curious and w i t t y,
sometimes a little kooky and snooty,
and when you awake me I get broody.
The picture frame was already there,
I never knocked it over, I SWEAR!
I wouldn’t do that,
I’m a p e r f e c t cat,
so, don’t cross your arms and stare-
Blaming me for world hunger ISN'T fair!
I LOVE YOU MAMMA always and forever,
leaving you, I promise I shall never-
even when I eat your socks,
or d i r t y the litter box,
I may be ill-mannered, however…
this FRIENDSHIP we share won’t sever.
Picture Prompt Contest: Write Me Something Funny
October 23, 2017
Categories:
broody, cat, humorous, silly, ,
Form:
Rhyme
There once was an angry old man,
Who thought he had the only plan.
He was smarter than most,
And of this he would boast.
He thought of himself as just grand.
The angry old man had a wife,
Whose life he oft filled with strife.
He described her as moody,
Just stupid and broody.
She told him to go get a life.
Categories:
broody, funny, life, marriage,
Form:
Limerick
Royal Trevino
Contest Name
Birds and the bees
Good ole Clive he said to me,
Bee’s aint buzzing decently,
Mobile phones got their number,
Buzz like a bent cucumber,
broody bird said recently.
Don Johnson
Categories:
broody, adventure,
Form:
Limerick
Life behind these bars
My recidivistic chained lounge;
I bonded with loneliness
At will - My frail wrist
Scarred by the bangle of guilt -
Chaste from birth but now guilty
"Death by the rope" - is
My price for dis-innocence
I embraced it well like wraith
Of though fear might flee
Justice will kill me tonight
And I'll whiff peace through my death
Bang!!! Off goes the bong
The call for my end i think;
Broody pangs aches me aloud
As the crowd barracks
Sully smile stained their faces
Spits, Sticks, sands and stones were thrown
Inside the foyer -
My doers came with blindfolds -
Glow of darkness beholds me,
Farewell my best friends;
Crickets, flies and mosquitos
I'd hear chirps and buzz no more
I'd be dead real soon
But no one knows my reason
For crime - no one ever cares!
Now, freedom will walk
To criminals' tomb for peace
Just for my son's sake
Defending my blood
Was all i did - Just a blow
On the chest and death took him..
For this single sake
I'll die so that i can live
The gallow awaits my scrag
Categories:
broody, father, murder,
Form:
Choka
Footles, as one, regarding Spring by Sandro Botticelli
Sandro
Does Know:
Venus-
Genus
Darkened,
Starkened
West wind
Chlore sinned;
Shrewd glance,
Now dance
Bough, her
Flower;
Three Grace
At base
Bypass
Time sass,
Laurels
Morals
Orange grove,
Bee soave;
Broody-
Nudie
Looks left,
Bereft,
Cupid,
Stupid
As love
Above
High arts,
Babe farts
Passion's
Rations.
March 18, 2023
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1200 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
broody, appreciation, humor, image, spring,
Form:
Footle
During winter you are broody, quite moody,
though you radiate pleasure, natures treasure,
inhaling your scent, love is what you represent,
your melodic song indicates winter is not wrong,
life returns in Spring, so much joy it doth bring
time for you to give birth, create, excite mirth,
you dress in Lincoln green, picturesque scene ,
warmth from our sun you greet, spring so sweet,
knowing wonderful summer, you're no newcomer,
showing your splendour, natures beauty contender,
you provide food and shelter for flying dwellers,
cooled by gentle breeze, you'll never displease,
autumnal winds you hear call, be prepared for fall
as your leaves change from green to aubergine,
now time to hibernate, time to rest regenerate,
your magnificent, adored by folk, the great oak.
Composed 18/09/2017.
Categories:
broody, autumn, beautiful, seasons, spring,
Form:
Personification
I want
Is “I want” our right to take,
To break a heart will be too late,
For every broody wanting thought,
Is it better to abort.
They do not ask to play this game,
If granting wishes was the aim,
The game of life they’re summoned to,
With no choice but to see it through.
Would they want the chance to love,
And smile up at us above,
If along with love came war and hate,
To shadow them till heavens gate.
A selfish want is all we need,
To take the steps to sow a seed,
But is it fair to make a choice,
For a future child without a voice.
The questioned balance of good and bad,
Was answered in a dream I had,
The family dream will have to wait,
Our want is in the hands of fate.
If a baby does not grow,
Is there a reason we should know,
To create a child in this world is crazy,
Yet we still want a little baby.
I love you more than words can say,
And hand in hand we take each day,
To be loved by us ‘ their mom and dad’,
Has answered any doubt I had.
Categories:
broody, birth,
Form:
Alliteration
Love's essence turned into vapour
And flew into a bottle of perfume,
Wear me,
Said it,
As it sunk deeper into the glass bottle,
Taking in its shape
Moulding itself with it!
Wear me
Every single day of your life
Wear me
As
Someday,
It shall all be over!
Life shall sparkle with stardust
And universes
Which the human mind can conceive not
Will paint themselves
In the cosmos
Merely
To have you amazed and cheerful
As kids are
At Christmas time!
Wear me
As you wake up
And face the day,
Dark and broody
As stones fall from clouds!
Wear me
As you gaze at vipers
And return their sweet smile!
Wear me
As you walk
Barefoot
On paths on which nails
Have been planted!
Wear me
As I am here
To remind you
That life on Earth
Remains a punishment!
Here,
You shall have to keep struggling
Regardless of what happened before
You shall have to keep suffering
As such is what the skies willed for you
And,
If you claim to love them,
Then,
Wear me
And accept it all
With a smile
As,
Like my fragrance
Everything else shall last only for a while!
Written on 21st August 2019
Categories:
broody, death, life,
Form:
Free verse