Best Confetti Poems
Last eve's sunset wowed
for it held a million hues
as night stood waiting.
Reds and plums, hailed fading blues
Orange and pink spread the news.
I took a photo
of scarlet sun of my heart
in midst of tango.
A prelude to faint starlight-
in time's pretty pause.
So like a puzzle, poorly jigsawed, with edges that never meet.
Shredded, sliced, and torn; and much too small to be folded or broken.
Wee bits of paper, wafting in the air, and falling to the street,
As the throng below shout the words which once a year are spoken.
In pastel tints are these minced papers, that float on gusts of air,
But now they pause in anticipation as midnight's hour comes near,
Then sail to earth like windsurfers, to signal this night without care.
Now is a time for choice and direction, as they hail in the New Year.
“Throw Kindness around like confetti” (motto attributed to Kate Spade)
Throw kindness around like confetti.
Find chances wherever you go.
There's no act of kindness that’s petty
when light of your love you let show.
Confetti at parties and weddings
is celebratory and fun.
Let’s celebrate life in all settings -
from morning until the day’s done.
While driving to work on the freeway -
let cars in your lane! At the store,
be patient as well. Make somebody’s day.
Be cheerful and smile; hold open a door!
It isn’t so hard to simply be nice,
so wherever you happen to be,
try it once, try it twice, then try it thrice.
Happier faces you’ll start to see.
So take my advice and throw kindness around,
for the more acts of kindness you show,
the more will the ripples of sweet love be found
affecting the world with confetti-like glow.
Sept. 21, 2021
For unseeking seeker's Living Light Poetry Contest
"Confetti"
Dreams just dreams;
Sweet Neapolitan
Ice cream cool
Blueberry eyes
Strawberry Crush
Smiles
lick cherry ripe red lips
cheeks flushed
burning blushes
desiccated life
toasted
before stealing a
long kiss
you’re burning
supine
Mine
velvet skinned
all mine
(LadyLabyrinth/ 2020)
I have this fear that beyond my years
Every word I’ve said or written will be gone,
Like dust in the wind or seas where rivers end
These thoughts of mine will vanish with the dawn.
No money or fame do I proclaim
Nor legacies of great things I have done,
No battle scars or discovered stars
Or a trace of any race I’ve lost or won.
Like most of those whose time now holds
Their words and thoughts erased,
Confetti like into the skies
I fear that wordless fate.
The dying of the poet’s dream
Of living beyond oblivion,
For someone to read these words indeed
Would save this soul from carrion.
Only time will tell if letters spell
The end of all these phrases,
Mere scribbles now that may somehow
Be read on future pages.
© Terrell Martin, 01/05/2025
Armed with little more than hope,
it becomes your trusted shield.
For you believe in yourself;
and the confidence you wield.
The city's all aglitter;
yet hunger's all too real.
And those flashing neon lights;
detract from how scared you feel.
You see, open bigotry;
redefining right and wrong.
And an unjust system where
the weak empower the strong.
Wishes confetti the wind;
as paper dreams fly away.
And if that doesn't make you cry,
it is yourself you betray.
Ravaged by a wicked world;
innocence is first to die.
Reality is ugly;
and Santa Claus is a lie.
It blows all around us.
Zig zagging in front of the eye.
A million bits of lemon dipped confetti.
Tapping on the carapace of a life.
Fawn dappled-silver maple leaf- days.
Spotted leopard-howler monkey nights.
Everything summed up in gossamer skin.
Infinity licks the newborns fresco face.
The asp of life threads the eyes shut.
In a generation or two tombstones are forgotten.
No more granite tears meeting salty stone...
or plastic flowers flanked by crows.
The whole damn thing just a paper bowl
filled to the brim with put on.
Life gnashes at the neck with lion teeth.
Sad pitter patter of an actor's eulogy...
Sugaring stumps and bitter moons
every word twists in the air...
Like cancer riding a stream of confetti.
allied jets litter
civilian shields cover ground
loyal thugs forage
Spread love like confetti.
Form: monostich
Posted 12/30/2016
In Devizes, during Carnival, we have a Confetti Battle...
We dance in town, as bright confetti falls
Upon our hallowed ground, we move as one
The old and young among the market stalls
All blessed by Ceres and the setting sun
We move as one, we laugh, we catch the light
In coloured flickers deep within our eyes
A cloud of happiness, a merry flight
Of beautiful beribboned butterflies
We dance in town, bedecked like bridesmaids gay
Our hair all strewn with prettiness and joy
Our cares for one brief moment blown away
We move as one, man, woman, girl and boy
As, blessed by Ceres in her wedding gown
We all, as one, are married to our town
© Gail Foster 2016
Dancing on the breeze
Cherry blossom pink confetti
Tells the spring tale
Weep not, poor winter, season most hated;
Season of death and despair, so despised.
Borne as a burden, brashly berated,
Annual martyr, yet ne'er canonized.
Man is made stronger through struggle and strife,
Sculpted by scars and then polished with pain.
Our woes are like water, needed for life;
Barren and dry is a world without rain.
So worry not, winter, stifle your cries,
Raise a great blizzard to temper my soul.
And though I may curse this yearly demise,
Know that you failed not to finish your goal.
With fabulous fervor the fine flakes fall,
As winter's cold confetti covers all.
Proceeding further voids the non-existent warranty on your sanity remaining intact afterwards.
I feel like a shred of confetti
Anchored by cotton knotted
To a strong, steel chain
Fused with a great grain of pain
Cast in a vast castles grave
Of felled shells, long dead
Whose bones become my bed.
I really, really must confess
I use better bones for my bread
I really must confess
That bread is not the best.
I really feel like screaming
As my clenched cheeks cling
To a complicated thing
Effervescing
From my minds twisted guts
Into incontinent pants
I imagine I’m wearing.
I really, really must confess
My mind's become one mucked-up mess!
I really must confess
This mess does not smell the best.
I don’t sleep in sand beds
Or soil shorts made of thoughts
But my baking is to die for
So sign here before you taste
These sweet and sour soul cakes
Whose recipe of joy and dread
Imparts more bang than bone bread!
I really, really must confess
I love my minds mad caress
I really must confess
Its caress feels senseless.
If symptoms persist, please consult the appropriate health care provider.
Confetti dreams floating away
An innocence again is crushed
Under the weight of the fall
Countdowns to unconsciousness
Filled in flutes of sorrow
As the masses mimic cheer
Confessions secretly stored
Under wraps of indesgression
Carried out the door
Self inflicted suffrage
Abandons another war
Anxious the path's unearthed
Repentant intemperance subverts
This compliment to this glory
Confetti! Confetti ! Confetti !
The prime of adulation
The resume of a new epoch
Sentiment of joy, prime of hope.
To this reality betrothed itself to humanity
Confetti ! Confetti! Confetti !
Of this terrible happiness
Lies the unsearchable destruction
That begets divorce;
A testimony against this perfect adulation
The numbing joy,
The hope entrusted,
Over the fame proclaimed
The world of peace pieced with hate
The happy songs from the altar of harmony by the priest
Altered by this untamed human glory and quest
Confetti, the pride of a lady
Confetti, her vision affirmed
Confetti, she is in charge of the hour
Confetti, her mates adore her with
And the uproar that matches the glorious ceremony
Beclouds and bedevils its climax