Best Dazes Poems
In these mountains, where I’m from, peace amazes,
With nostalgic beauty, its gentle praises.
Silence whispers to souls, believers know love,
Breathless inklings linger, a calm from above.
Love this alive and perfect surely blazes.
In these mountains, where the sun reflects, dazes,
Harmonizing with shadows, carefree phases
Beyond the oaks and pines, I found my truelove…
In these mountains…
As the stars climb higher on twilight’s gazes,
Beyond the moonlit night, twinkling wish raises,
Gentle faith abides, reminding there’s Godlove,
Secreted beneath wonders of the sweet dove,
Within the heart and spirit, His love raises,
In these mountains…
Categories:
dazes, appreciation, home, moon, mountains,
Form:
Rondeau
Dawn, when silence falters
And the trees of the range-
Are tucked in a bucket of fog
Marching dawn, whose beauty never alters,
I tuck myself in blankets like a log
At the Treetops Hotel upon the range
Dainty dreams upon dawn’s altar
The dappled peacock dazes the dawn
While the African crowned eagle
Will soar, prowling for prey
And tourists peep and picture the fawn
While their eyes prowl the breakfast tray
Jacaranda festooned fashion regal
Its blue flowers blue snowfall upon dawn
Elephants trudge to the watering hole
Buffalo follow, even the bush buck
The warthog always walks silly,
The big five will steal your soul
At the Ark's perch, you will be stuck
The water adorned by the pond lily
The range's serenity, waters your soul
Pristine streams gush from the moorlands
The Hagenia, decked in velvet green
The sword lily, sheathed in fibrous tunic
And as the Karuru falls hit land
True love will pierce to the gene
For pristine nature, is the true cupid.
Breaths bated as lovers hold hand
Further, nestled nigh in the blue skies
The Kinangop peak, peeking through
The closer I get, the further it hides
A sun bird chatters, along my trail's high
My eyes in tune, such wondrous hillsides
I sweat as I head towards the bamboo
I am among the butterflies
Ringlets in a dance, oh! Surreal world
Monkeys swing, tree to tree, a trail of imagination
A reed buck is openly grazing
A canvas of the grassland in its gold
I spot a Serval cat, in hiding
On a safari truck, the breeze is an inspiration
Beauty flows in the altitudes that I behold
At dusk the steeped villages prepare for sleep
The Nyandarua range, yawns its last
Fabled home of the Kikuyu god
Curtain like shadows befall the steep
And this wonderland begins to nod
As the women fluff off days dust fast
Men’s ears wide open as it darkens deep
Wild animals are known to visit
Roving around, excitement for the young
But the animals are known to visit hungry
The locals know too well, memories vivid
An elephant’s wrath is meted out bluntly
Protection for man and beast not far flung
Conservation and nurture is the spirit
As Mount Satima watches her watered floors,
She knows the heart goes deep
Collaboration with njeri hunjeri who is a wonderful poet
Categories:
dazes, africa, mountains, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
My Love for thee will always be.
For your love is what sets me free,
you were so sweet you swept me
off my feet.
My heart went pitter patter and the
beat became such a treat.
My love for thee will always be.
First love the kind that dazes and
crazes the emotions and mind.
Pinch me please make sure you
find it is me inside and not just
someone blind.
My love for thee will always be.
For you are all that my heart and eyes can see.
First love that engaged you and me.
The certain look in each other’s eyes.
Exasperated moments of lows and highs,
your love has me always in a sigh.
Pinch please and you will see,
my love for you will always be.
It will always be you for me.
Love is blind but my heart is not.
Categories:
dazes, happiness, hope, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
Dawn, when silence falters
And the trees of the range-
Are tucked in a bucket of fog
Marching dawn whose beauty never alters.
I tuck myself in blankets like a log
At the Treetops Hotel upon the range
Dainty dreams upon dawns altar
The dappled peacock dazes the dawn
While the African crowned eagle
Will soar, prowling for prey
And tourists peep and picture the fawn
While their eyes prowl the breakfast tray
Jacaranda festooned fashion regal
Its blue flowers blue snowfall upon dawn
Elephants trudge to the watering hole
Buffalo follow, even the bush buck
The warthog always walks silly,
The big five will steal your soul
At the Ark's perch, you will be stuck
The water adorned by the pond lily
The range's serenity, waters your soul
Pristine streams gush from the moorlands
The Hagenia, decked in velvet green
The sword lily, sheathed in fibrous tunic
And as the Karuru falls hit land
True love will pierce to the gene
For pristine nature, is the true cupid
Breaths bated as lovers hold hand
Further, nestled nigh in the blue skies
The Kinangop peak, peeking through
The closer I get, the further it hides
A sun bird chatters, along my trail's high
My eyes in tune, such wondrous hillsides
I sweat as I head towards the bamboo
I am among the butterflies
Ringlets in a dance, oh! surreal world
Monkeys swing, tree to tree, a trail of imagination
A reed buck is openly grazing
A canvas of the grassland in its gold
I spot a Serval cat, in hiding
On a safari truck, the breeze is an inspiration
Beauty flows in the altitude that I behold
At dusk the steeped villages prepare for sleep
The Nyandarua range yawns it's last
Fabled home of the Kikuyu god
Curtain like shadows befall the steep
And this wonderland begins to nod
As the women fluff off days dust fast
Mens ears wide open as it darkens deep
Wild animals are known to visit
Roving around, excitement for the young
But the animals are known visit hungry
The locals know too well, memories vivid
An elephants wrath is meted out bluntly
Protection for man and beast not far flung
Conservation and nurture is the spirit
As Mount Satima watches her watered floors,
She knows the heart goes deep
Categories:
dazes, africa, animal, beauty, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Poetry betrays me
Leaves me naked – vulnerable
Like the first touch of love
Falling all around
Pat pat patting gently
Against a soft heart
Pushing through the black night
Flickering gentle – caressing
Moon beams and starlight
Passionate promises
In breaths – whispers
Laughing like a new dawn
Caresseing the thoughts
With hues of whimsical light
Breaking through the night
Filling the soul with praise
Musical tones
Blessings riding the sea
On sapphire waves
Of contentment
Graceful and grateful
Giving kindness
With open hearts
Who sing courageously
Victoriously
Of sincerity
Poetry
Fills my eyes
Tears shine bright
Flowing with dreams
And silent wishes
I cry
Pieces of life
Dripping vision
From ink so dark
It spills blackness
Filling empty pages up
With a spirits inspiration
Poetry silences my anxious thoughts
With ideas, insights and images
Creative colors
Wise and warm – shadows
Blurry from dewdrops
Delighting in the verse
Poetic prayers
In the eyes
Of one who rides
The fire of life
Poetry praises
Amazes
Dazes
Poetry awakens
God’s phrases
March 5, 2021
Categories:
dazes, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Frantically, I walk on a lane of vile secrets,
past glared dazes from hooded eyes
marking me as obsession’s target where a quest
to nail me taunts my fear : with endless
shrieks echoing , “ I will follow you, “ … a voice
raspy as brittle tones imposes its eerie
presence. And I quiver in coiled form,
Helpless, while the breath of uncertainty
wipes the restful assurance of most nights:
In a click of time, life smells danger
knowing not if those taloned hands would
clutch me in the darkness or light.
All at once, I watch myself drenched
In the cloud of foreboding , torturing
my lucid hours now haunted by one
incensed predator. Until I confront this
ghastly shadow laden with karmic
sins, wolves of yesterday assaulting my every
breath's intake…that I come face to face
with this damned nemesis in guileful pursuit
and the nemesis which haunts my spirit …is me.
Written for Silent One: STALKER 11/13/2017
Categories:
dazes, mirror, self,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Strong buildings and walls mark the places
No people, emotions, or faces
Nothing to distract
To pinpoint the fact
That everything about you truly dazes
My senses, my thoughts and willpower
I'm fading away by the hour
I'm drawing my wall
On my arm, till you call
Till you'll be tearing down my strong tower
With your tongue please wipe my resistance
Wipe my wall, erase from existence
Fade the ink from my arm
Make my icy core warm
Kiss me right through the reticence
This small man used to build far too high
Felt like an ant, felt like a lie
Gay seemed a wrong word
Gay sounded unheard
In your arms I stop wondering why
Break down these walls with me tonight
Wipe the ink, wipe all the lies
Fade the once fake me
Fade till you finally see
How I shine smiling in your bright light
Categories:
dazes, feelings, for him, love,
Form:
Limerick
"Life is a song in which everyone makes up the keys and harmony as they sing along." - Mitta Xinindlu
In rhythms of light, softly glowing
Bringing the night a glimpse of serenity,
Feelings abiding in the soul, feelings of joy,
Feelings of love…
In patterns of laughter, softly flowing
Bringing the spirit a gentling, a stirring,
Beautiful beyond comparing, beauty so rare,
Beauty in a heart who cares…
In beats of breathless wonder, music knowing
Bringing the still, hushed breath a lovely hope,
Hope that colors the world in hues of gold,
Golden dreams, so life seems…
Life is a song, with so many tempos and cadences,
Singing of the miracles, the prayers, the clarity,
Love so remarkable it can’t be spoken, only known,
By hearts who hear the music…
Beneath the rhythmic melody of light and love,
The brilliance of a ballad sung for hearts who delight,
In the magnificent only God could have authored,
The song of life’s cadenced insight…
Insight into the love that comes from knowing –
Wherever this song is sung, there is light that dazes,
Amazing the heart, the soul, the one who hears…
The music of this song, as life dances on and on,
Despite its fears –
Yes, despite its fears…
Life is a Song!
Categories:
dazes, appreciation, beautiful, inspirational, life,
Form:
Free verse
Above mama’s abode lives Saber Tooth Tiger Chuck,
seems poopy tired, drank three shots under mama’s truck.
Fancy Zebra Ellie loves claws, razor sharp aglow,
Chuck wears green pants, booty often shows below.
Scale tells Chuck carbs aren’t belly proof among lunch,
fussy habit eater; likes round pizza, fatty wings, bunch.
Silly Ellie beams about rebel Bubba, famed city’s baker,
while Chuck ruins five tasty cakes, novel woman taker.
Chuck slugs Bubba; abuse dazes, anger among crowd,
Bubba pukes chili after blood drips, tiger fangs proud.
Three fight until Ellie cried, hoped they’d avoid being stuck,
Bubba gives Ellie five dozen roses...adieu Saber Tooth Tiger Chuck!
A Little Laughter Five Contest
Edward McCall
March 2, 2018
Categories:
dazes, animal, humor,
Form:
Couplet
Like an ester, she clings
Silver-tongued yet soaked in
Sepia. A perfume of precarious
Yellows and ambers in hues and
Dazes of a light and melodious
Brown. Mustard gas pigments
Filtering onto impure hands
Vapour smog; rampant in clots
Flooding into hair, hands, the leather
Of skin; into an eternity.
Ash collecting like a snow flood
Of monochromes and greys
Fading partially to blanks and
Dances of dirty blonde, promiscuous
Addiction; timeless Bright Young Thing
The very nature of an elixir
All our addictions catch us in the end
The curtain call rupturing on
Barbed wire hands and claws
A hunters' snare; beautiful for only a moment
Catching eternal, ethereal glassy air
Categories:
dazes,
Form:
Free verse
The freedom songs the ******* sing
Every time the bells of slavery ring;
The anthem the shepherd boys scream
When hope is nothing but a dream;
The future beyond their very eyes
Whose passion gets colder than ice;
The tears on those bereaved faces
Of so many people in different places;
The agony of unanswered questions
That tend to unimaginable tensions;
The insults conceded in open shame
When no other would take the blame;
The fears of being for love forsaken
By those for which the choice was taken;
The path on which to softly tread
To never for once miss a daily bread;
The bed of roses on twinkling turns
Changing into ugly and prickly thorns;
These and more dazes this puzzled pen
When in the hands of I, of all men.
Categories:
dazes, mystery,
Form:
Couplet
what scarlet
names or named
dreams come to me
arrows passing flight
letters passing words
kisses directing hits
hits me again
moonbeams
slang
my
brutal
remaining stains
no stains
only white
washed clouds
fluffing down
spiralling
period
effect
lasso
mine
my
mind
these dazes
of love
above me
shove me
beyond
combat zones
letter ing dismissals
thermal zones
frozen thistles
thorn me in love
scalding
mutt harlot
what
scarlet
?
what scarlet
Categories:
dazes, art,
Form:
Ode
The Knight was knit on a knockout night.
A batch of bare bears within blissful sight.
Right rowed rode on rigorous royal insight.
Whither or wither, writ warned of a worn write.
Douse the drip and dowse to drum up dew.
Alas allowed the altar rite to alter aloud knew.
Wax warmer upon waves of aqua blue.
Caught in the caudle caudal circuit of one or two.
Halting hair like an idol, idle as a hush hare.
Hearsay's hollows handle heinous and flare.
Can a sane person seine in a water glare?
I fear that a note knob rejects the nob affair.
Leaches of joy leech open or open-free.
I will not feign the fane's favor as a feint fee.
Dazes detained the deal to droop a drupe as a flea.
If a blast blows a blue home, it finds a way to flee.
Written: October 09, 2022
Homophone Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Hat Bueckert
Categories:
dazes, analogy, humorous, words,
Form:
Rhyme
In contrast well on the other hand seems like
opposites attempting to catch the wind. Exerting to resolutions, connecting, and associations. A goal one's mirror of one's mind, A afterthought? often dazes in one's head according to one's way of thinking, interconnected ways of linking.
Categories:
dazes, abuse, business, confidence, desire,
Form:
Free verse
Trouble dazes into the spin of day
life hazes eyes with glimmer shimmer sun
and sickness breeds torment for the hear say
and I just try to remain the one sane
brushing teeth, the sound dictates many words,
listening until the rounds are almost done,
morning rising passed the songs of the birds
of idealist's dreams, hopes of this heart's gain.
Into the day come what may the hope resides
the daze and haze still just as strong as hope
I go to meetings where i know love abides
suffering over through these bouts entering
The meeting starts and I begin to hear
how all have felt the power of the dope
shifts and learning's of how to stay near
the addicts end to using in centering
Abercrombie's style.... we don 't have Abercrombie for a button.....
....sometimes I just love my own work, ya know?! ....(I know that ya do)
Categories:
dazes, hopelove,
Form: