Best Circulate Poems
Twilight has it's own wings and its own melody
Battles with the mystery of a sun setting horizon dawning hues
Pearl white smile's from the moon, in a mood of beautiful seduction
Oracle within one thousand chants dances with the shadows of night shades
For you, I will catch every star that I see in the evening sky surrenders
Sparkling silver dust their trails leave magic spells whispers deeply winds
Drinking from the milky way a mix of delicious chocolate
Icing of a thousand shape shifting patterns emerge glowing
Soft caramel and gorgeous nougat smiles golden melting
Under a canopy of stars you remain cradled forever beautiful
I would love to dance like planets that circulate around the sun
Blood's rivers are like red cherries and float like wine
Its colorful aura exudes amazing happiness
Sweet like a dream, I lean my cheek on lace pillows
Everything feels so right, our love will grow strong
A collaborated poem
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid
11.01.2018
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
* Poem of the Week ; 14.01.2018
Categories:
circulate, beauty, feelings, heaven, romance,
Form:
Free verse
~ The voice of loneliness - is barely audible ~ Quote by poet
Terribly curved
loneliness embraced her
The clouds hovered darkly over the valley
Grief, pain and tear drops got mixed
and circulate through each vein
in her trembling body
as lightning from angry clouds
She had never felt more alone
as pushed down into a bottomless pit
Thoughts was constantly changing
her grief in the loneliness could not fade
Finally in the newborn rhythm of spring
and the color splendor of silence
two people meet
Sweet music arose
one romantic ballad
The sunlight enveloped the earth they walked on
as under foreign skies
Her messenger
and most marvelous deed,
had angel wings
Wisdom unites the lost and the sad
Together they felt the harmony of life
in contingent release
13.03.2023
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
- 'L' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
1st place in the contest
Categories:
circulate, emotions, lonely, love,
Form:
Free verse
When I tried, I’d grab your hand
Pull you close and hurt you inside
When I lived, I’d bring you down
There’s nothing left to live for this time
Funny faces, painful places
Tempting lies and metaphoric races
Spiteful smiles, selfish trials
Losing friends within my denial
When I gave, I’d take the land
Sell it off and then demand
If you give, I’ll share the wealth
But now I’m done and I see sand
Trading thoughts, selling pain
Despising trust unless I gain
Unheard sounds, silent voices
Expressing nothing and no more choices
I got lost in fear but now I’m fine
I fell so far and lost all time
Landed on my feet and heard a rhyme
I heard my breath and took in this sign
Waking, feinting, coloured paintings
Shivering and understating
Take my mind, take my soul
Circulate it all as I’m creating
Words that breathe, words that show
Wisdom as my eyesight grows
I’ve seen the fall, I’ve felt the breeze
Swam through space and shadowed trees
Another death and I’ll be fine
My soul has finally aligned
Though my body still a cage in time
My spirit travels and I find
I got lost in fear but now I’m fine
I fell so far and lost all time
Landed on my feet and heard a rhyme
I heard my breath and took in this sign
The world is round and so I spin
I’ll close my eyes and I’ll begin
Categories:
circulate, faith, imagination, inspirational, life,
Form:
nature’s love precepts
accumulate, circulate –-
wisdom’s pools of truth
*In honor of John Freeman’s “The Precept: Nature’s Haiku” contest
Categories:
circulate, faith, love, nature
Form:
Haiku
The ambient glow of the fireplace becomes hypnotic.
Home alone, always, without true love to snuggle me.
Each of many pains of night makes my mind neurotic.
Pathetic it may seem for a young and beautiful girl.
Alone again after years of searching; life becomes a whirl.
Incessant longing gnaws away at self-control.
Night brings its darkness to the weariness of my soul.
Satan takes a grip upon my sanity; I am no longer whole.
Oh, that I could find true love and live a life of joy.
Forever, I live searching, only to be someone’s toy.
Night without you, my true love, is a lonely curse.
If only I could find you, whoever you are, wherever you are.
Grateful love, come; I beg you and quench my thirst.
Heaven is but a thought away…as is suicide.
Touch me with your warmth; Save me and let love abide.
Where is the dream that I dreamt as a child.
I never knew that the world could be so wild.
Today is just one step in eternity, but forever alone.
How can I face another day; I know not!
Over and over the thoughts circulate in my mind.
Utter self-destructions seeming the only solution.
Then, I fear the great and dreadful consequence.
To live eternity alone would be unbearable.
Reality visits at the break of dawn, briefly.
Underneath these fancy clothes lies a broken heart.
Each day takes me to a new horizon…until night.
Loneliness tortures me; at dark I am immobile.
Oh, the pains of night without true love destroy.
Vitality sinks into Satan’s sullen ship; sips sorrows.
Everything seems lost, but I pray for true love, tomorrow.
Copyright March 8, 2015
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: The Pain of Night
Sponsored by Tammy Reams
Categories:
circulate, depression, loneliness, lost love,
Form:
Acrostic
It is now dark and under the dome
there are hands moving
inside a home
Notes of angelic sound
circulate the air
wandering beyond walls
flying into the city
making countless calls
Creators of footsteps below the full pearl
tread in the alleys
hearing musical melodies shout out for them to hark
their hearts dance to the hymn
coinciding to the tempo in the dark
Where is that rhythm coming from
There are no signs of the source that show their thumb
Stare at the moon, the nightfall harp is blessing the sadsome
Out there, a hundred miles far
the souls pick up their ear
from the bliss dispersing from afar
Nightfall harp,
where are you
Nightfall harp,
we hear you,
Nightfall harp,
we love you
Happiness shall now come to pass
as the angel sprouts his wings
Hand in hand
the city joins for a holy choir
as their voices wire
blazing spirit fire
showing love a step higher
Categories:
circulate, angel, beautiful, blessing, music,
Form:
Lyric
Lost time doesn’t circulate
I was having a hard time finding my light switch in the dark
Colorful, temporary
Grey, permanent
Sore calves and heavy head
Tisses and black shoelaces
I’m 18, and I don’t feel well enough to get up before 2pm
One was too familiar with female anatomy
Shrunken embroidery, spilt detergent
A lisp through the walls
You can feel it now, in the side of your neck
I got 5 hours on Wednesday night
Inability to not do tasks thoroughly
My right eye feels like it’s falling down torwards my left
Ear plugs, melatonin, darkness
How far am I from Earth’s core
Have I corrupted anyone?
It’s still the same but I can control myself
We have a thousand starting points
Everything loses its purity
Everything loses its purity
I don’t water what I’ve already grown
I own acres of land, filled with barely sprouted crop
What is it, if not the individual
Wait for yourself and it won’t go backwards
I’m still here and haven’t gotten much done
I find comfort in discomfort
I will choose to be alone
It’s hard to grasp enthusiasm
I’m angry because I’m foggy headed
Pulse fixation
I don’t think it’s an issue
1,851 on the 17th, 1,740 on the 18th
Fixation on the non-existent or previously existing
Ignorance torwards the currently existing
An ongoing cycle of desire and watered-down hate
Ego, rising and falling
There’s some races you don’t need to restart
Being seen makes me feel vunerable
But I’d rather not direct a world of my own
I dread making decisions
The bad, embarassing thing
Static surrounded shadows
Craved only when reminded
I wish I was a force of some sort
I don’t know if that was part of the reason then, and I don’t know if it is now
It invariably shifted at all hours
There were time slots
Parts of my mind fall asleep so that others can awaken
Categories:
circulate, anxiety, corruption,
Form:
It all begins in the darkest part of our empty souls.
When we realize we won't or can't possibly reach our goal.
We gnash out bloodied teeth, crying to a crimson sky,
Lashing out..... "Why, why, why?"
So we bring out our heavy clubs and our iron chains.
And just like Nazis kill people with our words and ignorant
quills and propagandized brains.
There's not a scintilla of humor whatsover involved in this.
Just knives, cruel words and even our baseball bats and fists.
Keep reading and listening to hateful words and soon they
are your own.
The grass you walk on turns to broken glass, your hateful
words become shards that you cannot disown.
Making fun of others or belittling them to mere nothings?
Is one Hall of Fame to save ourselves from and find positive
moorings and dockings.
To take the gift of poetry and turn it into a hapless mockery?
Is surely is no show of goodness, humanity, nor is it poetic gallantry.
~*~*~*~
Exodus23:1 "You shall not circulate a false report.
Do not put your hand with the wicked to be an
unrighteousness witness.
No matter who originates the accusation, we should
not repeat and spread it."
Lots of people in the Bible have been innocently accused
and since.
*It goes on daily on the Internet and so called news sources*
~*~*~*~
February 2, 2020
7am PST
Categories:
circulate, evil, humanity, people, perspective,
Form:
Couplet
You are day and night to me—
Much more,
My before
And yet to manifest
Within You I circulate
While beyond You
Still more of You
I seek to elevate—
The vine of my spirit
Reaching up, and then
Further,
Each leaf of me suspended
The craving
Is light—
I am in balance…
Elevating for illumination
All of me
Grasping and lifting,
Following transparency
Of new veins
And meridians,
Seeking mastery
While saturated
With love....
Categories:
circulate, allegory, allusion, freedom, light,
Form:
Free verse
all the pheromones circled around me
without knowing, we will gather you all
and we make a world
you draw like the silver treacherous snails
pressed intersections
some over others in translucent layers
ah, here, this is the time you said
and we gather around
all around
extreme words and states
I was photographing the world with one cyclopean eye
cramming it into one night
glasses, cups, plates
how many sets I broke
stockings how many pairs I broke
a silky mountain to circulate mathematical butterflies
invented by the statistics of the managers
on the thighs
and house noises
on the dress painted by your hug
we were young
we are working on an abyssal constellation
our bodies craved warmth
and the hugs
and expectations
friends were watching us too
getting under their skin I was growing
move forward
I made leaves and flowers
and they gave birth to other planets
and other trajectories
and other plans were intertwined
we cannot say that the walking has slowed down
and neither did I forget
I waited until everyone arrived
so far away
that no sound was heard
shouting from one to another
density increased and voices
they were impregnated as the leaves in the geological layers
one of us will have to come
from the future
to research them
to understand what I said today
so far we have each come
that
it will be necessary that on the wall of this embrace
to give birth to children
let's give birth to voices that forget us
Categories:
circulate, beautiful, giving, happy, romance,
Form:
Free verse
Drained of words.
The flow has ceased and the imagination is bled dry of originality.
I'm left flipping through my past
Scratched in ink across these pages.
Thoughts long forgotten seemingly infantile,
Paling in comparison to anything that's recently infested my mind.
I sit in a cold room, locked away from the world
Curled in the corner with a pen
Stabbing into my skin hoping to grasp some idea of pain
To cause a flood as I have times before.
Theories I drew up in my rebellious youth circulate in my blood
Causing a twisted sense of self-pride feeding my bitterness.
My flesh is drained of color, painted with the whites and dusted yellows
Of headlights passing through the blinds hanging limp over the window.
I burn, burn away into the previous day
Where I wasn't dependent on these words that keep me from jumping out of my
skin.
Sucking on the scents lingering in the air from nightmares to gain some
inspiration
I find myself dangling on the brink of insanity and mental collapse,
Surrendering myself to the fear of another failure.
Giving up to the truth that I'm living with the assurance
That only cold soil and a glossy maple-wood box wait for me at the end,
If I could afford even that.
Categories:
circulate, angst, death, devotion, teen,
Form:
Free verse
You said it when you said goodbye
You said you'd anchor near
You said I'd feel you in the wind but all I feel is air
I listened for the whispers, too
I listened close to hear
I listened and I looked but all the signs you sent weren't clear
We had a pact, you shattered it
We had so little time
We had an understanding but it seems it was just mine
You chose to throw it all away
You chose to say it's fine
You chose to shoot the poison, smoke the death and cross that line
I tried so hard to breathe for you
I tried to circulate
I tried and cried, denied and still, I’d die to change your fate
You said you’d never be that far
You said you wouldn't wait
You said you'd run like wind to me I guess you're running late
Categories:
circulate, absence, death, grief, sister,
Form:
Rhyme
Look, Spoken & Served
I myself with Oneness, sorting through this mess and disaster,
With truthfulness, bringing faster, craftier, eternal factors,
Smells like hell departing with ignorant laughter,
Through the storms of days after,
Into the good news, from the one who knew darkness to outlast ya,
With a staunch persona, don’t compare,
To any man’s power, its conscious power shared,
The brains awake, causing good and evil to circulate,
Like internal relations, neglect their sight in this earthquake,
Swords of wisdom to the hater, in another verse,
Seeking wise knowledge through this hell for what it’s worth,
Look, spoken and served,
Clutch another word fighter putting steps to the word,
These are the seeds, Skater styled proverbs,
The unrighteous pay a ransom to get what they deserve,
Bang on about a lord, confined to a cell,
Subatomic waves sell by wearing a pleasant array real well,
The exterior can be the teacher, but distortion can spray,
Like featured deep riddles badly retreat and reach ya,
Indestructible feature, I’m the narrator you select,
In company with the Upper Deck, I don’t neglect or disrespect,
The heavens and earth combined, the ultimate divine line,
The one percenters, promotions of evil grandeur in the airtime,
Bear in mind my rhymes, the tools of my trade,
Aid my veins, insane in this game I came, this is a raid,
Played out conscious praise in the day, when dues will all be paid.
Quincy Mac
date written: 4.12.2015
Categories:
circulate, dedication, imagination, meaningful, slam,
Form:
Epic
The invitations were sent to alumni far and near,
To gather for the school reunion later in the year.
The ultimate occasion to turn on all the old charm,
And fondly remember those who have bought the farm!
Ladies wear tight-fitting girdles to shrink the pounds.
Guys try crash diets to reduce flabbiness that abounds.
It's been over half a century since our graduation day.
It'll be intriguing to see how others fared along the way!
Old pals circulate boasting and bending my weary ear,
Regaling with boring trivia that I really don't want to hear.
I tell others how great they look, looking them straight in the eye,
As I cross my fingers behind my back for telling such a lie!
It appears that the campus queen totes a bit of additional weight.
That once haughty snob now tips the scales nigh one ninety-eight!
There's the big man on campus, voted the most apt to score success,
Guzzling booze as is his bent, displaying a bit of queasiness!
The years have elapsed, rolling on at a frightful pace,
But as long as docs keep us patched up we'll stay in the race!
To perhaps convene once again down life's treacherous road.
If not here, than a rousing reunion in that heavenly abode!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
circulate, funnygraduation,
Form:
Rhyme
What kind of woman are you
Allowing men to mentally control you
To only be seen as a pleasure component
From most men your body is their land or playground for sin
I say land because your body bares tasty fruit men love to eat
No man should use the woman to mistreat or beat
If anything a man should walk a woman in the right direction in the street
Or into a home as his Empress
However many men would rather a good woman settle just as his mistress
I know its not your intent
For a man to play with your mental
Remember your body is made to be fertile
Worth investing in physiologically
But you allow your mind to be controlled psychologically encouraged by players & pimps
Woman should teach girls to see the real woman outside & conscious personality within
It's hard to understand a woman's excuse for stripping
Using a phrase "it's for college"
Not thinking men visualize showing your female body for dollars is just one of your problems
We enjoy to treat
But since your beautiful you should demand respect
It doesn't matter what level your living through an intellect
A females beauty has three phases
First its heard through the mouth
Then exemplifies through the personality
Lastly from the bright radiance of your smile & skin
That shines by the sun as a reflects from the face
Always know that your self esteem can always be replaced
With self assurance not insecurity
Know your the center of a mans universe
Planets circulate around you
If its not true then stay hidden I guarantee men & our world would not know what to do
Categories:
circulate, tribute, uplifting, men, woman,
Form:
Verse