Best Brooms Poems
The frozen sap of mirthless trees,
The fractured flow of icy streams.
The howling wind that claws at life,
The forest shrouded in endless white.
Skeletal ice hangs from warm lit homes,
....brittle fingers, glacial bones!
Gibbous moon with light unclean,
Casting shadows barely seen.
Wide tongues of sleet lick hands and feet,
Frost etched people on lacquered streets.
Witches Sabbat the darkest rite,
All doors are barred on Halloween night!
Children sleeping, tucked tight in bed,
While witches brooms fly overhead.
Cock’s crow sounds in the dark of night,
Putting the cabal to frenzied flight!
The children waken then start to yawn,
Their smiling faces greet the new dawn.
Categories:
brooms, autumn, halloween, winter,
Form:
Couplet
Cinderella thought she had found her Prince Charming,
but arriving at the palace was a bit alarming.
Cinderella found it rather absurd,
how each room had women from all over the world.
Then he gave her a dustpan and sweeping brush,
told her:
"Clean the kitchen and then make sure the toilets flush."
Now Cinders, had just escaped her ugly sisters,
she was a bit fed up of cleaning with blisters.
What ever happened to their 'happily ever after?'
Her dreams of love had turned into a total disaster.
Now there's only so far you can push someone,
all a girl wants is to be free and to have some fun.
There was no way she was going to live in another hell,
gathered all the other women and pleaded:
"Lets rebel."
They all got together with their sticks and brooms,
told Prince Charming he can clean his own rooms!
He spent all day scrubbing the toilets clean -
whilst Cinderella sat on the throne as queen.
Categories:
brooms, women,
Form:
Rhyme
The mixture of three poems creating a poetry soup
in glorious splayed light beneath a glowing sensual sunset,
the purest passion of vibrant realms rose when a wish was wished
to tenderly close feathered eyelids when the souls of eyes have kissed
allowing the ravenous breath to breathe the softest mist
when trembling fingers touched the face of love in bliss
perhaps these memories are mere drops dripping from love lost
that now splash upon the earthen floor of time locked in the mind
swept clean by shadows sweeping with brooms made from lonely nights
leaving nothing but streetlamp dreams shattered by unfulfilled wishes
that may have seemed real in a twilight's dance from another time
even so, your memory burns like an eternal flame lit long ago
that now lights my memory like luminous fireflies
as my days become another red thread on the horizon
I will remember you
as the soft light that brought romantic comfort to the darkness
you are the memory inlaid until death
colored by the scattered drops from love lost
that float endlessly in the covering mist of loneliness
that surrounds the haunting face that is yours
drifting through the empty nights in the eyes of my dreams
you are the flaming star that crossed the night sky
etching a trail, burned into the eyes
leaving a warm light that vanished in the dark
with every wish and their sense of awe
that came with love's shared perfection
7/13/18
Categories:
brooms, love, memory,
Form:
Free verse
We climb the veils of woven mist,
Where time dissolves and stars persist,
Our hands coax flames from shadowed thread,
And light the paths the lost have tread.
We herd the fog on silver brooms,
Awake the night with whispered tunes,
We teach the snow to hum its prayer,
And fold the wind through tangled air.
We sail in cups that catch the light,
Pour dawn from hours stitched in night,
Our shadows rise like restless rye,
And scale the quiet ladders high.
We trap the dark with seeds of flame,
Nameless in dusk, we feed the flame,
We bind the tides with threads of hair,
And float the sky on breathless air.
We are the last lamplighters here,
Who guard the hush when stars appear,
With trembling hands, we cradle night,
And rock the moon till morning’s light.
Categories:
brooms, art,
Form:
Rhyme
My mind is a house with a thousand rooms
That burst at the seams with recollections
In vain I have tried with a thousand brooms
To sweep the excess of stacked projections.
So often I sift through each fading page
Intending to shred what lacks importance
But failures greet me, all my plans upstage
Submit to the waves, without resistance.
Condemned to a life stranded in the past
Of strength I am drained, dearth of endeavour
Decisive my choice, now the die is cast
Fast chained to regret that lasts forever.
How long could I cope in terms conceptual?
A second in time could be perpetual.
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The Meld of Muses Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
13th February, 2020
Categories:
brooms, memory, time,
Form:
Sonnet
The frozen sap of mirthless trees,
The fractured flow of icy streams.
The howling wind that claws at life,
The forest shrouded in endless white.
Skeletal ice hangs from warm lit homes,
....brittle fingers, glacial bones!
Gibbous moon with light unclean,
Casting shadows barely seen.
Wide tongues of sleet lick hands and feet,
Frost etched people on lacquered streets.
Witches Sabbat the darkest rite,
All doors are barred on Halloween night!
Children sleeping, tucked tight in bed,
While witches brooms fly overhead.
Cock’s crow sounds in the dark of night,
Putting the cabal to frenzied flight!
The children waken then start to yawn,
Their smiling faces greet the new dawn.
Categories:
brooms, halloween, winter,
Form:
Couplet
Halloween: The Best Time of the Year
Halloween
Frightening
Everything about the nonliving
Everything about the dead
Scary stories to be said
Monsters coming out from under your bed
All in one night
All in the biggest fright
Lock your doors really tight
Trick or treat
Smell my feet
Don’t give me no rotten meat!
Candy everywhere
Scary masks giving you a stare
Giving you a scare
Toothaches
People acting fake
Zombies come and wake
Knock on every door
Abandon houses to explore
Stay safe worried moms implore
Flying witches on brooms
Wake up the tombs
You are doomed!
Pumpkins glow out light
Clock strikes midnight
Kids wandering around is still a sight
Children eat pumpkin pie
Watch movies where people die
This night is no lie
Old men hitting teenagers with their canes
People loosing their brains, all aboard the haunted train!
All humans drinking cider
Watch out for hooligan hiders
Watch out for creepy crawly spiders!
Halloween is my favorite time of the year
Everything is to be feared
Everything is a little to near
Categories:
brooms, fear, kids, fun, grave,
Form:
Rhyme
There was a naughty girl, and the naughty girl was she
She worked a crossword puzzle, while she had her cup of tea
Poured another cup, ......she should get up!
for chores and roll her sleeves
She had much work to do, but her good intentions flew
like feathers in a breeze
Instead of mops and brooms, she would sing a cheery tune...
while she danced around the room..
Sudsy dish pans full....but Mother Nature pulled
her to the sunshine for a stroll
Her bed unmade, her bills unpaid,
But instead she picked a daisy
Beneath a sunny sky
......she heard the lullaby
of the birds that sing on high
She had meals to cook
but would rather look
at the snowtop hills nearby
So much work undone, and the dinner?......NONE!
But she fed her soul instead!
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For Linda Marie's Contest "I Am Bored With _______
By Carrie Richards
Categories:
brooms, happiness, lifework, work, ,
Form:
Free verse
(H)appy jack-o’-lanterns are smiling
(A)pples are coated with caramel
(L)ively kids are in costumes eating candy
(L)aughter can be heard in the streets
(O)pen doors bring tricks or treats
(W)itches are seen riding brooms
(E)very sound can be startling
(E)specially when it’s suddenly, BOO!
(N)ight-time ghosts are waiting for you
Heidi Sands
10/31/18
Happy Halloween!
Categories:
brooms, fun, halloween,
Form:
Acrostic
Over a hundred years of miracles
dating back well before statehood
Pioneers who made the desert bloom
Though no one thought they could
Fighting off constant terror attacks
plows in one hand, rifles in the other
Working eighteen hours a day, six days a week
One for all and all for one, everyone a brother
Rising from the ashes of the Nazi holocaust
six million maimed, tortured, killed
Three short years later, declared a state
that only they and God willed
650,000 Jews, half of them new refugees
armed with hammers, saws, and brooms
fought off the attacks of Egypt, Syria, Jordan
Lebanon, Iraq, and the Grand Mufti of Jerusalem
All while taking in 875,000 Jewish refugees from Arab lands
resettling them in threadbare quarters
Today, boasting a world-class economy and over 9 million people
Israel is the world's face of hope, her story never equaled
Categories:
brooms, history, holocaust, hope, jewish,
Form:
Rhyme
We are bouncing and prancing and living our truth.
We are the old women of Southside Acres McGuth.
We have bats and hatchets and know how to swing.
We slap them around while we dance, and we sing.
The old men at Southside Acres hid in their rooms.
They were afraid of these women who carried big brooms.
They had heard of this sort, so they hid most of the day.
The old women of Southside yelled “hip! hip! hooray!”
Categories:
brooms, age, women,
Form:
Rhyme
The list is enormous, I will try to think of the seasons
Loving autumn, fresh start at school with new teachers
Football games, hot apple cider, plaid skirts, freshly cut hair
Some of the things I am crazy about in August and September
Halloween is one of my favorite holidays, so I am thankful for it
Loving the costumes, masks, hats, lovely jack-o-lanterns,
The ambiance of the haunted house, ghosts, ghouls, goblins
Loving the magnificent witches on their flying brooms
November brings many favorite foods that interest me
Thanksgiving means a twenty-pound turkey with all the fixings
Mashed potatoes, gravy, scalloped corn, hot sweet rolls,
Pumpkin pie with an enormous dollop of whipped cream
Am I thankful for December? Are you kidding? Santa Claus and Jesus?
Christmas trees, bubble lights, tinsel, glorious colors and kindnesses.
I am semi-thankful for January’s idea of a fresh new start.
Valentines Day used to be a big deal. Not as much anymore.
I adore spring; she brings yellow daffodils, violets, Queen Anne’s lace
My nose is grateful for the fragrances of lavender, lilacs and lilies.
And of course, summer is always a thrill, for it was my largest vacation
As I taught school for thirty years.
Categories:
brooms, tribute,
Form:
Narrative
Witches pitched against witches…
Itch of teacher to tell
them the truth.
There are no brooms
in the closet,
only dupes
and solid students,
with their thoughts flying
opening their eyes for the first time,
as if reborn into a life of love and light.
Categories:
brooms, education,
Form:
Didactic
~ autumn pandemonium ~
unkempt piles of leaves
carelessly tossed from branches ~
autumn leaf debris
tangled leafless boughs
autumn’s hair in disarray ~
scattered frost crystals
messy season sighs
disheveled threadbare forests ~
rumpled cloak of fall
bands of color float
into shabby sable mounds ~
jumbled rainbow heaps
hollow winds discard
bits of fall hued confetti ~
autumn ignores brooms
unruly autumn
leaves remains of fall glory ~
pandemonium
Categories:
brooms, autumn,
Form:
Haiku
Umbrellas, brooms, chickens
All they offer us to hope for
Dying dreams
Categories:
brooms, political
Form:
Haiku