Best Dilutes Poems


Premium Member Divine Meditation

The Light grows dim 
My Pupils dilate 
Now Falling into a Meditative state

The earth consumes my sinking roots 
As I ground myself
reality dilutes 

Being present in this moment 
All Equal and free 
Slipping away now from life’s debris 

Noticing moments between my thoughts
A silent awareness 

Visions distort

Connection grows strong 
to the spiritual world 
We meet in the middle 
The heavens unfurled 

Deeper still into the stars
Past Mercury, Venus, Earth and Mars

in my private bubble I’m protected
Negativity gently deflected 

Just be in this moment 
Silence the mind 
Let universal love unbind 

In dream like state 
Beyond the veil 
I feel their energy 
They will prevail 

The scent of a loved one 
passed on long ago 
A meeting of souls
their auras aglow

There’s no need for words 
The eyes say it all
On their frequency now
I hear their call

I am part of the cosmos 
I am wind 
I am rain
I’m translucent ocean 
Devoid of all pain 

I ride the waves slowly back to the shore
Notice the ticking of the clock Once more 
Becoming aware now 
Back into the room 
Content that I’ll return there soon 

This is my space 
It costs nothing but time 
To visit this sacred realm
So divine

Premium Member An Ebony Night

Feeling smug about its certainty,
night anticipates the day's demise.
And as scattered clouds of grey gather;
blue finds sanctuary in your eyes.

As twilight colors a stained-glass sky,
a scarlet sun reluctantly sinks.
And dusk dilutes the essence of light,
scribbling silhouettes in blackened inks.

Vermilion tints the far horizon,
as flashing fireflies light up the night.
And nature inks magical moments;
choreographing their dance with light.

Darkness descends like a shroud of smoke,
snuffing out the last lingering light.
And in the fabric of time and space;
stars confetti an ebony night.

A golden moon shines down from above;
gilding ripples in a wishing well.
And silence mutes the beat of two hearts
held captive, in love's hypnotic spell.

Premium Member Sounds of Splendor

Sounds of Splendor
 
Some say songs soothe the savage beast
On gentle melodies I feast
Sensual pleasures increase
 
Swing me, sway me, elevate me
Joyful psalms can jubilate me
Your lyrics stimulate me

Rock, classical or jazz
Reggae, soul and blue grass

Music always resonated  
Wind songs man has emulated
Across Earth unabated

Primitive tribes made drums and flutes 
Melodies traced to early roots
Angst is quelled, anger dilutes

Harmonies reign in grace
As all cultures embrace

The beauty of song unifies
Turning enemies to allies
Play set chords or improvise

All arts bring beauty to our lives
Song styles change but music survives
So much pleasure we derive

Singing in unison
Tunes from the musician


*for Catie’s “Focus on Syllables” contest (887, 887, 66 repeated three times)


Premium Member It's Happening Again

It's happening again..

Drops of mercy descending 
from heaven's shadows,
hydrating breathless sighs.

Against my will,
each splash resuscitates, 
my recovering wounds.

Words unspoken, remain,
veiled within the vaults of my heart.
Desperately, I seek the cure.

But, all I can do is stand still,
observing in silence,
soaking in regret.

Blood dilutes with the rain,
and I wonder,
if this will be the last tear.

Simple Musing
14 October 2018
Silent One
© Silent One  Create an image from this poem.

Too nascent to be called seasoned

I've been meaning to write for a long time. 
but sometimes 
my words willingly remain hostage 
in my heart. 
Not wanting to be heard.
Covered and crumpled.
I cannot sink in 
I am 18.
it's frightening,
Getting old
my mind is somewhere between
the land and the sky, 
wishing to fly, 
but fears the fall.
what if I am longing for the sunshine
but chasing the moonlight?
I am waiting for roses 
but is it not all thorns?
what if I mistook 'mistake' as a failure 
and stop moving on?
There it goes.
Overthinking.
A frequent visitor,
who barges my house constantly.
Full of impertinence.
Making it abysmal.
One simply writes down 
the beautiful and the doomed 
Until they manage to safely coexist
And somehow this dilutes the pain.
Such a beautifully paradoxical thing is Mind.
"You have a magical way of unearthing summer in those dry Decembers.
And of all the things you need to grow
you've chosen roots 
So that one day
you can touch the skies"
it said.
I remembered how
I've always had this inaudible need,
Deeply persistent as the ivy
To reach for something beyond
The roots of my capabilities.
This number can't be an obstacle.
Eighteen is too nascent to be called seasoned.
And that's what keeps me going.
Then my heart pulled softly
the ends of those tears 
releasing my fear like a ribbon
Coming quietly undone.
The universe might be showing me 
That grey and white lies ahead
But today I am all ready 
To show it how colourfully I can bloom.

Premium Member Nomad

Like a nomad trespassing woodland's edge,
I rip moonbeams apart ; drain the pulp
of my marrow , shapeless—
wandering along tracks of old interludes
in mid Autumn's light. 
And as the elixir of a world dilutes flawed refrains
through a self-alienation endured; a pounding
gust turns midnight into a wayward trance.
I was so close to the rhythm of myself,
this navel unbuttoned and numb
by aimless wanderings still, still...I took
absence of me; again.


11/13/2015
The Journey Begins
Matt Calliri's Contest


Seasonal Sigh

Finished vines
waving limply in the wind,
tangled streaks across the hillside.

The Autumn Earth
conceals eternal motion
under a carpet of many colors;
a fluid carpet that flutters and shifts
beneath my feet;
a noisy carpet telling the story 
of my presence.

Frost-bitten flowers
broken by my passing touch
salt their pollen on the wind;
a gooseberry shrivels
against the bark of a naked bush.
The black bear and the coons steal
each other's dens,
and bees, lethargic,
cuddle on the combs.

But why?

I know why---
scientifically, astronomically--
the earth and sun fly elliptically
and space dilutes the energy.
But still i cling 
to the burnt orange leaves,
savor the last unsquashed berry,
dreading the day
when my worn winter jacket is not warm enough
and my breath freezes
and my legs hurt where my boots rub.

The frozen rain clings in crystals
to tired trees; snow glitters like shattered glass
and cold sunlight assaults my eyes.
I close my eyes against the glare
and listen to the moaning wind,
and dream of a world
where Autumn gives birth
to Spring.
© Karen Ruff  Create an image from this poem.

Xenophobia Empowers the Weak

Auditory dementia envelops upon a grandeur scale. Skepticism dilutes the 
experience, painting an abyss of soul in-cognizant. Xenophobia empowers the weak, 
imploring a dissonant decadence awaiting.

Death Is Not the End

The body, in all its wonders and might, is still such a fragile thing.
We mustn't forget the ever impending mortality,
In order to prize each given day.

Likewise, we must not forget the ever present immortality of our true beings.
Our souls, our spirits, are only residential in the vessels of bodies.
The human brain clouds our actualization of supremacy.
It dilutes truth. It is the cause of sadness towards death, pain in temporary loss,
unjust fates of our loved ones.
It is unreasonable.

We must not forget that we are more than memories and emotions,
For, Death is not a sentence, but a cycle of reawakened enlightenment.
Just as life is but a mere drive towards a greater destination-
A stamp upon each being as they ascend into the vast beyonds-
Such is everlasting peace and happiness in knowing that all will rejoice in the union of long lost souls.

Premium Member Devotion

Yellow leaves fall
Harsh humid heat;
Earth gathers debris

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Time runs away
Space now bereft;
A change of heart

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Empty space
Nothing much here;
Going away present

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Odd couple here
East meets West;
Lovely colours

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Old lady sells
Daily newspapers;
Sidewalk news sermon

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Humid hot day
Fiery sun bombards;
SPF29 still tans

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Morning crystal ball
Mirror exposure;
Wrinkles and grey hair

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Earthquake tremors
Nepalese tragedy;
So many deaths

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Sense deep loss
Houses collapsing;
Hard times overwhelm

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Tears and pain
Sorry affairs;
Disaster recovery

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Poise styles
Heavy hearts mourn;
News highlights tell

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Crimson colours
A red sun  burns;
Rain dilutes blaze

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Young lady walks
Brown poodle;
Shoes on canine feet

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Just fancy that:
Bad reviews *****;
Footsteps retreat

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Breezy dandelions
Cottony seeds fly;
Swirling sensations

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Leon Enriquez
17 May 2015
Singapore

The Blue Hour Takes Root

The blue hour takes root ...

There is the dark wing of the steamer,
Which takes the open sea, and carries away its regrets,
Tiny passengers, waving handkerchiefs
And the seagulls passing and passing again.
Heavy rusty chains, in heaps on the edge of the quay,
Puddles where the clouds pass,
In which dead leaves are diluting.
The evening is maritime,
The sun is still clinging to the cranes of the harbor,
Which seem aimless,
And on the summit of the trees.
The freshness already slips on its silver soles,
And it remains a few moments, on the water
The wake of dreams.

It doesn't wait to dilutes itself in oblivion.
The boat came out of my field of vision,
Perhaps a point, hidden behind the buildings of the mole.
The wind knocks at my window.
A bus goes up the avenue, almost empty.
The silver stone of the moon rises from the horizon.
The muses escaped.
The blue hour takes root,
I put a disc
And from the piano, Chopin chords.
These are the "Nocturnes".
They soon overtake the reddish mists:
Ultimate bursts of a day that goes out.

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( translated from french )
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original text:

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L'heure bleue prend racine...

Il y a l'aileron sombre du paquebot,
qui prend le large, et emporte ses regrets,
des passagers minuscules, agitant des mouchoirs
et les mouettes qui passent et repassent .
De lourdes chaînes rouillées, en tas sur le bord du quai,
des flaques où passent les nuages,
dans lesquelles se diluent des feuilles mortes .
Le soir est maritime,
le soleil s'accroche encore sur les grues du port,
qui semblent désoeuvrées,
et sur la cîme des arbres.
La fraîcheur glisse déjà sur ses semelles d'argent,
et il reste quelques instants, sur l'eau
le sillage des songes.

Il ne tarde pas à se diluer dans l'oubli.
Le bateau est sorti de mon champ de vision,
peut-être un point, caché derrière les bâtiments du môle.
Le vent frappe à ma fenêtre.
Un autobus remonte l'avenue, presque vide .
La pierre argentée de la lune monte de l'horizon.
Les muses se sont échappées.
L'heure bleue prend racine,
je mets un disque
et du piano, s'égrènent les accords de Chopin.
Ce sont les « Nocturnes ».
Ils devancent de peu les brumes rousses :
ultimes sursauts d'un jour qui s'éteint.

RC

Premium Member Carpe diem

Scar tissue, birthmarks, happy times, and grief 
Corrugate man’s brain, a coral motif
Emotions, synapses, signals unknown 
Grotesque in nature, splits open when stoned

Still pictures emerge, filling us with dread
Trompe loeil jumps out, turning confused heads
A lasting impression, one little glimpse 
Stare any longer, de-evolve back to chimps 

Forthright altruism’s meaningful and straight 
Love of people dilutes, when mixing faiths
Right angles on a cross, drew germane taste 
Master race had its day, now laid to waste 

New clear experience, turns sand to glass 
Quartz for the reaper, forms in mushroom gas
Colliding atoms, there’s no other way 
His sky vaporised, man sure seized the day 


drip drip drip drip-feed of life ~ wait a gush all we needed was a knife

Coffee

I know that life brews moments up
As robust as belief,
That sweet hope in a lasting cup
Dilutes distillate grief.

I know no more of death than you,
But taste such bitter blends
As days that cloud to settled view
Of twilights streaked with friends.

Want

A crippling desire
Empty of meaning and depth
Hope of lasting fulfilment
That soon burns into soot
Aims for self importance
Though, that does not exist
And thoughts ceaselessly, craving nothing but
I want… I want… I want… 
I want to be better than her
And also better than him
I want to have more than all of them
I require
I desire
I demand
Look at me
Idolise me
Am I not a godsend…?
It extorts one of reason
It smothers the inner shine
It dilutes intentions
Integrity starts to decline.
It makes the rich exploit the poor
The learned availing of the simple
The once was, a good friend
Ailing, without a cure!
Sleep deprivation,
Aggression,
Mood swings,
Depression, 
Are only the beginning!
It is a deceitful word.
Why would want let you stumble?
When life is made to be simple!


Michael

Premium Member Passion

Mind moves
Motives mingle;
Meaning mulls

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Primal play
Puzzles poise;
Pretty pace

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Notice noise
Nimble near;
Nurture noose

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Sell story
Sanguine stuff;
Stray streak

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Laughing loud
Lofty leaks;
Latitude

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Crazy cruise
Careless crooks;
Comforts calm

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Little logic
Lifting laze;
Looking loud

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Mystic moment
Meekly mild;
Massage motive

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Pregnant program
Pretty puzzle;
Poignant poise

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Ample apps
Asking apt;
Active ageing

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Lovely lines
Lust lingers;
Living lewd

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Tumble tells
True taste;
Tilting thoughts

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Effect earns
Embrace exit;
Etching entrance

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Corner cafe
Coffee cuppa;
Creamy choice

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Noisy news
Nasty notions;
Niche new noose

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Passion points
Postures proof;
Pleasant play

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Vivid voice
Value verses;
Volume vague

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Dying dream
Drizzle dilutes;
Death displays

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Nerves note
Nasty noose;
Naked noise

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Caress comfort
Cool charm cheers;
Crazy change charms

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Leon Enriquez
16 September 2015
Singapore

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