Best Burst Poems
Midnight hangs in deepened revelation
as the cry of elegy flows within its waiting,
hazy tears burst to deny sleep’s interval
when baby - lullabies end all pleasant leisure;
and a mother sighs from vague acceptance
enacting the glee that cradles her child’s form.
Dusk engulfs in soft hue of threadbare beam
while the weary world rests in peace
that droopy stars bow to a grief, an ache
lingering: O her words break like shattered glass…
where that shift between hesitation and mourning,
pale moonlight releases its role of night guardian.
The birds become her voice of parting
for their coos recall a babe ‘s laughter, g o n e,
D.o.n.e … how silence welcomes again
the requiem of another night coming.
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Words Drowned In Tears Contest
Sponsor: Broken Wings 10/21/2016
A Burst Of Orange
By Lauren Hardman
For me,
Orange
Bright and new
Symbolizes warmth
Acceptance
And strength.
Orange blends well
With fuchsia pink.
The two colors
Match up nicely
To construct
Alluring sunsets
Along with sunrises.
Orange has
An intermediate tone
That isn’t black or white.
It allows for great contrasts
With numerous colors.
That’s a facet of orange
That I appreciate.
It’s kind of like life.
People need to be different
To be united.
The brilliant color
Makes me feel elated!
It uplifts my mood,
Molds my personality,
Puts my mind at ease.
It unfolds a creative
Sweet side of me.
That lets me be
Who I am.
I realized who I am
By doing things I love.
Singing,
Playing piano,
Drawing designs,
Examining various colors,
Crafting poems like this one.
I believe that
All colors tap into
The depths of your imagination
And provide
Great insight
Into who you are.
champagne toast ~
hopes and dreams for the new year fizz before they fizzle
Susan Ashley
December 28, 2017
~ Second Place ~
Contest: Monoku 2: New Year
Sponsor: Silent One
You told me
when I stepped into your bad dreams
that cloudy day,
you were on a midnight bullet flight
to Phoenix from L.A.
Smoking barrel infidelity blues
was the red-eye, insomnia jet lag that had
you on a pillow cry toss-n-turn night
You said all your tear ashes
had fallen out of a love be-tray
So you were moving into the desert
to get far, far ...
Cold feelings faraway
We spoke gaze intense, of so many stranger things
But the spark that lit your damp eyes
was my exotic flame, cactus-shaped heart burning
You got so sky-high curious, instantly ...
Demurely saying my half-finished, gypsy story
was so Prince Charming to ear read
As all of your scarlet-hair, corralled desires
broke loose bosom mustang untamed
Your aroused heart rubbed next to mine,
and passion sparks burst into flames
The fiery color of your cerebral glow filly mane
had me first date blinded
With starry eyes, we torch burn fell
head-over-heels at the scorched touch beginning
And you loved the Indie speed
of the desert fox chase nitro-turbo accelerating
Shifting bio-rhythm gears ... adjusting to the carotid flow change,
you let me slow pulse merge into your lip fast lane
Then at crescent moon nightfall,
when it’s the best twilight time to crash ...
To walk away from the wreckage of the past
We vowed to get buried together
with the same name ...
Thus, the smiling other half
of our bohemian love story dreamily unfolds
in a fiery rainbow:
Free of former accusations,
no shame ... no blame
My burning cactus heart
touched your unfulfilled, thirsting desire
And you stepped into the fire ...
casting aside your rightful, maiden claims
Now we lay always
in a bed of passion pyre
Having tears of joy pumping thru our vow veins,
our hearts keep blink bursting into liquid flames
Love fever cold sweat
of golden ecstasy skin rain
Lava kisses pleasure pouring
onto the desert oasis plain
With gaze smouldering yawns at every dawn,
we Phoenix love rise again,
and again
And twin again and again and again ...
from the sensuous
ember ashes of each nightly burning
I struggled when I had a cold
As urine my bladder can't hold
I piddled quite a bit
During one coughing fit
I'm upset, as I'm not that old!
Spring has burst forth with buds of all kinds,
With the promise of majestic leaves to blow in
the wind and shade this garden of mine.
Branches reaching up to the heavens, for solar
power of the suns rays.
Daffodils, crocus bursting up from their winter
bed to take the spotlight of spring time.
The rest of the garden waiting for April rains to
wash through the sweet earth with the fragrance
of flowers.
Butterflies to light on the pedals of marvellous colors
for nectar so sweet,
To fluter around and enjoy mother earth.
It happens every year , each time it's new and inspiring
to observe.
Sit back , enjoy the pleasures of rebirth,
Life is renewed in our gardens ,
Just as life is renewed within us.
Copyright 2008
Anne Rutherford
Poems From The Heart
Series
Late duskfall cracks the air tenderly,
wandering on a language of silence
as twilight caresses the breath
of fluid intuition… for when all else
is sprawled quiet, there comes this
certain ambient stream wading on
mouths of reflection, far beyond
the collage of any flushed landscape,
and watching inward becomes a vision…
that learning how to hear a pear or
pebble unravel the very skin from
which it was born is allowing time to
unfold its leaves beyond unknowing a
need to stay in the moment: and images
passing through calm eyes of any season
is poetry’s way of coming back to itself.
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*It is in deep silence
and mindful awareness
that the burst of imagination
flows freely.
Thomas Martin’s Ars Poetica
6/3/2015
A thoughtlet rises from the deep,
Tiny companions coalesce as they sleep
Swirl up a storm ever expanding as they surge.
At surface emerge and with the ether they merge,
Lost forever as the bubble-wrap when burst.
From the deep to collective banality accursed.
~06 Jun 2016~
Best of 6 - Poerty Contest sponsored by Nette Onclaud
Visual #1 and Visual #3
I'm so fed up with your wild accusations
Over the top ridiculous speculations
I don't have a secret life on this poetry site
So no need to creep my page day and night
I enjoy leaving comments on others poems
While you grimace until your mouth foams
I'm not cyber cheating through soup mail
Stop taking righteous gulps from the holy grail
So many poems profess my undying love to you
Unjustified is the turmoil your putting me through
Get some confidence, grow a backbone or two
For your insecurities are not becoming on you
Your thinking borders on paranoia, it's alarming
While your indignation's are disturbingly disarming
Are you clinically depressed, bi-polar or doing drugs
Your invisible knife is raised while giving me hugs
Don't want my friends husbands, co-workers or neighbor
You thinking that causes me more pain then being in labor
You think I'll sleep with anyone that gives me attention
Damage YOU done to my psyche is beyond comprehension
No man will ever love me, I'm just a plaything your said
I'm aghast that these thoughts are even in your head
It's the accuser who's usually doing the transgression
Punishing others for their own sins, a sick oppression
How can you say you love me, yet think the absolute worst
The eggshells are no longer cracking, they are ready to burst
My patience is withered, I'm furious and stressed to my core
This mental abuse is killing me I won't tolerate this no more!
"Sometimes walking away has nothing do with weakness, and everything to do with strength. We walk away not because we want others to realize our worth and value, but because we finally realize our own." ~ Robert Tew
I got nothing but love for you,
baby boy, you're my best friend
We been through a whole lot together,
best buds forever, thick and thin
Now I wouldn't be looking out for you,
if I let you keep getting dumped on this way
You can't see it with those lovey-dovey eyes,
but you been getting treated like a doggone stray
You got put out of your own house,
what, are you a man or a mouse
You're taking the bus, while she's driving your car
You took a shine to being henpecked way too far
I hate to be a homeboy hater,
but that's how the situation be
I hope you listen, 'cause good advice is hard to come by,
especially when it's given free
You say you love her,
I feel you, cool ... that's fine
You say sharing is good
but you always pay the bill
when you and her wine and dine
You say she loves you too
I hear you, cool ... that's sweet
She says equality is good,
but every place you both go,
she never pulls out the purse and treat
I hate to be a Fred Flintstone,
but you're looking like a Barney Rubble
Hate to have to break it to you this way,
boy, I hate to have to burst your bubble
I hate to be a Wilma Flintstone,
but you're acting like a Betty Rubble
Hate I had to break it to you this way,
I really hate I had to burst your bubble
Bulbs in cool spring burst
Open fields of lemon stars ...
Apes the skies above
Bubbles come in many forms,
some make you feel all fuzzy and warm
others are like ideas or schemes,
most however, are easily torn
Burping baby bubbles of gas,
bubbles blown that pop in the grass
football games, played in a dome,
a snow globe made of hand blown glass
Faith, as we know is a powerful sphere,
it holds us together, in a life full of fear
like a friend, you can count on, when times are the worst,
as like Christ on the cross, sheds a redeeming tear
You can count on your Faith, the Hardest Bubble to Burst,
even when the health of your body is cursed
with just a moment a day, silent in prayer,
believe in your Faith, the unquenchable thirst.
Dedicated to my Poet Friend, Carolyn Devonshire, With Love and Faith,
God Bless....Taz
For Debbie Guzzi's contest
last burst in night’s sky
stars shimmer and fizzle out. . . .
fireflies dance on
For the Poet Doctor's 'HAIKU in 5 7 5 only - Volume 1' Contest
Spring presents it self on quiet tip toes
And dances THERE SHE GOES floral essence knows
Birds have flown in flocks to serenade restless souls
Inclimate weather of rivers of rain have ceased and
May flowers bud pearl of purple moon soon
Hearts at the bay marooned
Sun lovers acquire their own tune thirsty
For the rays, all will comply with the rules of
Spring and careful happenings of gardenings
And things with floral escapades
Spring has at last bloomed
the debt ceiling talk
led to so much tension that
the room's ceiling burst