Best Closely Poems


Premium Member Look Closely

Look closely,  feel the harmless heat 
enveloping black-diamond 
         petals in the glistening
            garden of glossy geraniums.
There, sprouts rosemary dreams
           from an untouched silhouette,
           eager to be seen beyond 
      her perfumed pigments. 

Her universe was sprinkled 
with starry streams 
of gleaming rays, 
as she swayed to symphonic 
serenades filled with hazel dust.
They may gawk with greedy 
glares as wide as the night sky,
marking her with lecherous 
objects that only please 
shameless eyes.

She was never 
in need of a sixth sense
to understand iron glances
that travel in nefarious packs,
with sugar-burnt hunger 
washing all over her
unblistered flesh,
judging her concealer 
as a manipulative facade,
seeking uncalled-for affirmations
that she never solicited,
misconceiving her thin lines 
of red-river lipstick.

Her summer physique allowed 
no consent for invasive intrusion,
yet carnal cravings become 
unwelcome toxic trespassers.

Their immoral thoughts 
believe shallow words 
give them wanderlust wings,
while sinister stars in their sky
label her a soulless mannequin,
objectifying her 
cinnamon-glazed skin,
sun-kissed hair, 
and pecan-powdered~
caramelized voluptuous flare,
with their vehement 
voracious desires.
Swinging penetrative thin blades 
of opinions from miles,
oblivious to the fact that 
she is the sanguine strength 
that strolls in silver silence 
across spiky swards,
suppressing the pain her 
bones have endured with 
every whiskering 
whistle they wolfed.
There, if the mauve moon and 
crystalline constellations look closely,
they would find versatile 
mirrors of meaning 
reflecting the times 
she parades a smile too
comfortable to wear,
for they have concluded 
her bed to be a shrine 
of blenders and
overflowing thickened blades,
cursed by the biological
sins of Adam's ancestors.

Premium Member The Birds and the Bees "closely-Knit Trio"

The Birds and the Bees

A “Closely-Knit” Trio

The macho
He-man
Entered the
Bar to
Inspect the local female population
Red-
Dressed,
Sultry “ladies” sat
And sipped wine
Not giving him one glance
Drawing closer
To a trio of
High-heeled
Enticing “women”
Big Joe tried to
Engage one in conversation
Evasively she lit a cigar and said,
“Sorry, but our threesome suits us just fine”  

Acrostic for Carol’s “The Birds and the Bees” Contest

A To Z Then Back To A.(X Is Always the Hardest, Y and Z Follow Closely Though)

accidental boundaries crush despair easily, fragrant gravity heckles ignorance judiciously. 
kindness levitates mindless numerology, overt principles qualm ridiculous sexualities. 
transgressions uproot vindictive whippings. xanadu yields zero.

zoology yields xanax. whirls voice underground terrorism, syntax resonates quintessentially. 
pragmatic oddities nosedive murderously. leperous kindergartens jumble idiosyncratic 
hellholes. gyrating fondness etches disdain carefully. bespectacled academics.


Premium Member Pressed Closely

in the highlight of, a distant sky- one filled with love
               simple thoughts of you, break through- sapphire blue
              the sun waits patiently- to slowly dip into the sea, for me 
                             as moments are pressed closely

              



~ a little scribble ~

Premium Member Look Closely

 
 
"Double Rictameter"

                           look close
    at what God has 
           created for humans
                    the sky, clouds, sun, moon, rain, and snow
                           the forests, streams, rivers, the oceans, seas
                    the wild animals, birds, and fish
           and our beloved pets 
    God's gifts to us
look close ...
                           closely
    at all this life
           the love of family
                               love of a lover and friends
                                            look at our beautiful possessions
                     the food that we eat and joys
            and even our grief
    look deep within
closely ...

Premium Member Look Closely

Written: May 21, 2024, For Edward Ibeh Contest

“If you look closely you can see that they are all interconnected, symbolic of a never-ending circle in which it is simply impossible for the dog to catch the rabbit.” — Kit Williams


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Witness divine—glorious wonders for mankind.
Magnificent sky with swirling clouds that hide.
Sunbeams brilliantly—brightening the earth.
Moon warms the farmland for a night's worth.

Witness the power of the jewels' harmless light. 
Satin fuchsia flower buds sparkle at first sight.
From pristine spot—amethyst wishes may sprout. 
I wish to acquire beyond halcyon hues of stout.

In symphony, raindrops adorn and stifle the land.
Winter flakes coat the land and expand.
Nature's lyrics are in varied and tidy dimensions.
Calm woods, singing brooks, swift river distention.

Cherish dear pets, nature, birds, and seafood.
God's riches are bestowed nearby and cooed.
This life is knit with family, love, zeal, and friends.
We suffer agony and adore food, but not fiends.

With a sight of ethereal happiness.
look deeply and faithfully with sappiness.
To prevent overlooking anything crucial.
Reached elixir peaks—won a prize celestial.

Look through a veil of belief, full of hope.
A peek at divine glow and limitless scope.
It's awe-inspiring getting close to nightfall.
Strive for success—and never let yourself fall.

Look at the rain cloud—raindrops might fall.
But beyond, light radiates out from its crawl.
Witness the butterfly—which is truly rare.
Bear note of its progress as it climbed in the air.

In Stygian hues, we sank over brink of death.
A supple poise, a tale of dichotomy, an eerie lethe.
It is a timeless being—never altering itself in light.
Disease, warfare, belief, and culture sham sight.

Behold a charming face adorned with a smile.
Then delve inwardly—descry heart beguile.
It is akin to a dawn breaking on the horizon.
Time is never idle for anyone, wax or wizen.

Rising costs and overworked staff members.
Stretch your horizons—discover raw tempers.
Judges' words rang out in a split legal system: "Jail!"
Marvel at ethereal entities veiled by mortal trails.
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.


Listen Closely and You May Hear

There is a soft buzz in the evening air
Listen closely and you may hear
Children a laughing in the distance
Carols a playing with persistence
Rustling sounds from Mother's kitchen
Dogs a barking with tails a twitchen
Church bells a ringing down the street
People's voices as friends they greet
Horses neighing down the way
Sleigh bells a ringing so joyful and gay
Daddy a chopping to stoke the house fire
Squirrels a chattering deep in the forest briar
Chestnuts a dropping from the old tree in back
Grandpa a cussing as he gives the old stove a whack
The creaking and groaning as all climb the kitchen stairway  
Silence round the table as all give thanks for the day
There is much to be said about the sounds this time of year
Listen closely and you may hear

Premium Member Listen Closely, My Son

So much to solicit, but with substance excluded,
she mimics intimacy, but leaves one secluded.
Flatteries slip off her tongue like honey's sultry sweetness.
"Come to this incensed bed for pleasure's soft caress."
Like a crafty serpent's spiel, her lips slither stellar speech.
Secure your spirit, flesh, and soul; she'll sample some of each.
With silken negligees, she'll sustain a slave's stronghold,
stealing one's strength like the lust for shiny gold.
One's best possession is sequestered, that of self, a sword within,
squandered to a showy stranger, a satanic mannequin.
Leaving spouse and offspring grieving, an egregious price to pay,
some have spurned their own cisterns to search for soggy clay.
Listen closely, my son, with stern discretion be wise.
For she will lead you in similitude as Eden's sad demise.

12-8-2020
References: Proverbs 5 & Proverbs 7
"Flee sexual immorality. Every sin that a man does is outside the body, but he who commits sexual immorality sins against his own body." 1 Corinthians 6:18

Premium Member Listen closely, for the eternal silence spreads like a dense fog over the world

Listen closely, for the eternal silence spreads like a dense fog over the world,
a profound quiet that penetrates the temples of the soul and the forests of thought,
a wave of calm that flows through the rivers of time and the valleys of our dreams,
for this world is a tapestry of illusions and hidden truths, an endless search
in the depths of being, and eternity, that silent sage, does not listen to our murmur,
but observes us with its stone eyes, beyond the horizon of any quest,
like a master who knows that the journey is more important than the destination.
I close my eyes and let myself be carried by the flow of my consciousness, a river of images
that intertwine and unravel, like the withered leaves of a spiritual autumn,
I wonder if perhaps everything is just a journey, a story written by a traveler
who has wandered through all the corners of the soul, and in this silence,
I wonder if we are just the steps of his dream, dancing on the edge
of an unwritten path, with the wings of the soul spread toward the infinity of the unknown.
And if eternity does not see us, if it cannot hear us, then what are we,
but echoes of a forgotten journey, reverberations of a verse never spoken,
in this dance of silence, we lose and find ourselves, only to lose ourselves again,
perhaps that is the beauty of a life lived as an endless journey,
the lack of meaning gives us the freedom to discover our own truth,
in the smile of a star that fades, in the tear of a morning that will never come,
in this infinite silence that envelops us like a garment of unspoken words,
a journey that knows everything is just a dance of light and shadow, a game of the soul
where only silence has the last word, as a testament of an endless quest.
© Dan Enache  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Two Closely Born Sons

Still just in diapers himself and already his brother’s keeper;
Logan watches lovingly as Lucas naps in sleepers.
Perhaps it’s in his DNA or the symptoms of a first born son,
But Logan has bonded with his little brother more than any one.

He was fascinated with Mommy’s belly, knowing a brother grew within;
His head he laid upon her bump and would carefully listen.
The first day they brought Lucas home he watched his brother cry
And promised in his little head that being a good brother he would try.

Future years will bring competitiveness and perhaps a fight or two,
But Logan always will be the older brother that Lucas can look up to.
It starts when they are very young, sharing toys and hand-me-down clothes;
The bond formed between two closely born sons nobody else can know.


by Joe Flach
For the "Brotherly Love" contest
Written and posted on 5/3/2011
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Look Closely

Look Closely

Black silk top hat
Upon greasy hair sat

White gloved, quick hands
Graceful gestures, gestures grand

Speaks nonsense but mostly, 
"Watch me now,  look closely!"

Sly smile, glint in eye
"You sucker", they imply

Swift movements over here
Draw my eyes, my gaze steer

Magic moving fast and ghostly
He continues to croon, "look closely"

The ears hear but not the eyes
"Look closely", magic lies.

Look Closely

Look closely
between the bars.

   Look at
     pain, angst, hunger
       businesses idled.

             A prison
             enough --
             her empty
             salon.

Bills mount up
employees
look elsewhere for work.
    
     "Law's broken; I've spoken -
                 Jail!"

I see blind men,
Look closely.

May 8, 2020

Look Closely

Look closely
and you will see
answers
to life's questions
Nature's angels are
watching you
and see
your challenges
and pain
The angels
will lead you
down your earthly path
guiding you with pure love
if...
you allow them to.
5/7/2020
Title chosen: Look Closely
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh

Listen Closely

Listen closely 
As I breathe words of adoration 
Into your eager awaiting ears
And fill your head with visions of lust.  

Focus on my eyes
As I transcend love and truth into your being
While I taste your passionate lips
And savor the aftertaste of your wanting.  

Lean towards me
As I slowly inhale your essence
While my soul embraces your hunger
And we devour one another's desires 

Touch my skin
As the heat from our fevered passion
Ignites the sultry air around us
And we burn like white hot
In a bed of our fiery pleasures

Look Closely

Submerged in his fanciful palette of 
        feigned perfection his fetid smile 
        suffused through the cold laps of the 
        sun. A lantern of ruffled acquiescence, 
        a maquillage of stiff gaze of giggles. 
        The bowels of his heart soaked in 
        muddy threads of rejection, forever 
        lost in the pillows of bruised winds. 

        Alone in the oysters of sorrow, 
        blemishes orchestrate in the valley 
        of his fermented blood. 
        His scars, musty as a tainted 
        weaponized creamy spaghetti. 
        His thoughts enveloped in moulds of 
        decayed grapes.
     
        Tears threw in the tunes of stale 
        rhythm. Where have his
        flavours gone? They have 
        sailed in the crunchiness of a hybrid 
        tree. His textures crumbled in the 
        fangs of misery, buried in the tomb 
        of melancholic barks. 

             Oh, I watch him ride in 
             the incessant anguish 
             of his recurring sail as 
             it echoes through the 
             landscape of his drained soul. 
             Bereft of every genuine chuckle, 
             his sweats a pungent of titan arum. 
             Look, look and you'll see his 
             desperate eyes snare
             beetles of discombobulation. 

      A delve in his skin puked rashes of 
      anxiety. Each mark a peddle to the 
      oasis of disaster. 
      Each pattern a kiss to depression as 
      mercy killing. 
      In a search for fingers at the expense of 
      his toes, he got penitence in plethora.

         In scrutiny of the shallow ballet
         he swirls in, you'll see a mask 
         too stuck to pull out. 
         And in that dance, 
         they are all masked with same 
         lethal mosaic.

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