Best Brushed Poems
You moved over me; tempestuous wind stirring my senses.
And I, once the nonchalant sea, lost all flow of normalcy
We were two impetuous forms of nature
who could never live in perfect harmony.
You blew across my tranquil waters
spilling such treasures upon my shore.
Then your breath was stilled...
I felt the force of your presence no more.
No moon had ever governed my tides
the way your winds brushed my soul.
I'd never been so swept away,
never had I given full control.
My waters ebbed in the wrong direction
and there was no peace upon my waves.
Is this what happens to ill-fated lovers
when their hearts bleed in watery graves?
I've painted a world lighted by two moons
colors carefully blended from my artist's brush
blues to soothe the mournful cries of loons
soft rose from the cheeks love caused to blush
To please a new love is my canvas creation
no brush strokes can I use to bring him near
but when he arrives our love will be sated
as two hearts united within an artful sphere
Nearest moon on my left, I close my eyes
into my canvas realm I bid, send him to me
distant moon on my right, before night dies
guide him safely over your deep cobalt sea
Lunar globes hear me, and you, rough waters,
calm your waves so his journey be made swift
I brushed you to life. I am one of your daughters
rulers of the tides, offer me love's greatest gift.
Man of desirous features I beg you to choose
free spirited as I but no mere apparition
a man who will thrive among my canvas hues
and believes in love with complete conviction
There is no man a match found for me on Earth
faith in the magnitude of your pull and power
will give rise to need of my love and its rebirth
I wait in your glow to bloom as his flower
almost touched.
hearts that brushed
in passing.
lasted looks
with drops of rain
amassing.
memories enhanced
twigs of despair
grown to passion branched
cab, puddle, heel, ankle
eyelashes lost
in looks that were tossed
his way.
this day,
started differently.
heartbeats separated
by oceans of city ships
all yellow
lost, in seas
of soulful pain,
but two brushed hearts
in passing, kissed
in the mid-town
summer rain
We spread these wings in dreams which fly....
Beyound the ambient hieroglyphic sky; our heritage
This coign of vantage; etched her silken starry
Night an ancient cavern carnelian hues ? Ancestral
Meek as the mink and caribou; banal their mischief-makers
Carved a stone this image one million years her matriarch..
Barbaric schemes times kings; confronted by she, mono y mono
Exposed love's fiery minx iconic; ironic while the tables turn ?
Pelion, hand writing with scenic wings; empowered by Genial, we deem.
Sorting through a life of countless sin; breath beholding its shadows poured....
Pain, falling from regretful eyes as drops in blood; splashed upon those through gray
Ashes darkness touched; by these hands that have wiped their tears inside
This heart a million times while I, have bowed with my own soul unto the floor?!
O wretched man he said; whom shall deliver me from such guilt and shame ~
Spiritual struggles of flesh to face; and we were made sombers brittle that, reasons
May have their day as truth its way within; clay, by the light of the potters kiln....
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....“Wisdom, In Love Thus Formed” *
BRUSHED STROKES
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sunrise reflects liquid eyes on aqua streams
bathing wayfarers dipped in crystal nooks,
as grains of ivory sand sift human dreams
a corinthian-like scene taken from sacred books
splashing brushed strokes with coral strain
this river stencils a tranquil roam,
blessed oath of a sweet virtue remains
curling soft surf, she becomes home.
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Contest: Brian Strand's POETA... max 15 Lines
By: nette onclaud
Remarkbly convincing, its an act of if you can,
if you can see threw the air brushing marks of imperfections
You can start to notice a common marking almost like a reflection
showing only when the attention is brought
not saw by untrained eyes the truth is much, deeper than that
the air brushing that's just the speakers the amplifier is behind,
see look closely focus on what's behind all this commotion
The Air brushing is just a distraction far from the truth really.
He brushed against her red hair
Then moved on from there
To the girl with the golden curls
While tears flowed upon the ground
Red hair laced between the tears
Soon he tired of the gold
And sought out brown
What a lovely crown
Then boisterously he blew on threw
Now none wears a crown
He is left with nothing to entertain
Only snow and ice remain
Dim the light of her motel room; quite, as recovery lingers on ¿
Another pain killer, washed back by some power drink with claws..
This cup and butterscotch pudding to numb the flavour in his cigarette
While waltzing once more through a two inch box; communique this play ?
Pirouetting about her cyber space stage; sheltered from the sunlight; a signat
Time these past few days, left confiding in as conversing with life's hollow walls...
Cast amid some pyramid production it seems of late; crafted a stairway to her stars.
spring is murmuring
whispering with...tiny little breaths...
burnished and brushed hints
of hope...irresistible
...optimism
subtle ...cagey
peaking
around the edges of things
elfin wisps...
playing hide n seek...
"catch me if you can"...but only with the corner of your eye!
stealthy little darts
popped from mystical brown bows
blue and white and a softest ever green
greys too so they blend with snow and sidewalk
they sleep upon the mossy hills beneath mushroom trees
and I begin to dream
Moonlight brushes in softer Angelic glows
the face of lovers hidden in the night
where welcoming eyes of warm ardor flows
embracing beneath the moon's tranquil flight
with whispered breath and words Dreams cherish
hushed tones harmonize with each touch caressed
emotions are rendered drawn from a wish
in moonlit shadows when love is confessed
fervent breathlessness will turn enchantment
enraptures the soul while rising to bloom
as an elixir with a perfume scent
to nourish passion our love will consume
grateful for glows in the shadows of night
lovers are bathed in halos of moonlight
I felt your wings brush across my face
When you took me into your loving embrace
I sensed your compassion when you touched my hand
My pain and sadness you truly did understand
I saw the light of hope in your eyes
Because with me you did empathize
Your voice was music to my ears
It relieved all my doubts and fears
I found contentment and peace in your smile
I knew I wasn't alone to walk this rough mile
My heart was healed by your laughter
I felt I would receive the solace I was after
In you I've witnessed genuine love
A prayer answered by God above
The moment your wings brushed my face
All my concerns and worries were erased
-C.A.Saputo xoxo
Death's specter stalks us all our days
Yet near the end it's brushed aside
By angels singing, haloed praise...
Death's specter stalks us all our days
We're lifted up by light's pure rays
Triumphant wings to heaven glide...
Death's specter stalks us all our days
Yet near the end it's brushed aside
September 04, 2019
Writing Challenge 1, September 2019 - Eight Line Form
Sponsor: Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
Cerulean above
Fan brushed with fossil, ash, silver and cloud
Zephyr's northwesterly cold
Hemlock seeds and broom sage tassels fly
November surprises
I brushed my dog Buddy in the driveway today.
It looks like someone discarded a feathered mattress
He has as much fluffy stiff fur as any sheep I have met
the robins will be fighting over it for their nests
which is why I did it there instead of in the house