Best Discovers Poems
As the sun arose in the eastern skies
a fairy princess sits rubbing her eyes.
Yawning she glimpses her magical isle
and her tiny lips, curl into a smile.
Standing she stretches in her treetop bed,
anxious anticipates what lies ahead.
She flutters her wings to get them ready,
raising one knee, she jumps slow and steady.
Hovering like, a hummingbird she glides
then races off with both arms at her sides.
With lots to see her day has just begun,
she never stops until the setting sun.
Racing through the forest over fields of wheat
smelling the flowers, is her daily treat.
Talks to the butterflies this sunny morn,
tests the fresh honey and tastes some sweet corn.
Spotting a pond sparkling like a mirror
zooms back and forth each time getting nearer,
watching her reflection, no time to think
crashed in a deer who had just stopped to drink.
Later discovers she’s broken her wings,
Lies in bed knowing what carelessness brings.
Six months of bed rest was taking their toll,
this fairy princess was losing her soul.
Finally the day came to test her wings
her will is determined her heart now sings,
shouts out with joy as she reaches the sky,
nothing feels greater, than when you can fly.
Iambic Pentameter
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
01.14.2015
Contest: Sketch a Fictitious Character II
The Scorpio is dynamic and shrewd
Once in love, they’re faithful and true
Passionate, loyal, once they’re tied
But there feelings, they can hide
If they’re hurt, they seek revenge
Right through to the bitter end
Don’t dare trend on Scorpio’s tail
Make a mistake, better run like hell
Cause them pain, you wish you never
They're very cunning and extremely clever
They really have a dark side too
Never lie, they can see right through
Known as the world’s greatest lovers
As the opposite sex soon discovers
Their ---- drive is just so amazing
Once stung, and your be ----------
Intelligent, powerful with majestic eyes
One look from them, you’re be hypnotized
Charming, persuasive and pleasant to see
These are the Scorpio’s loving and free
Scorpio’s can rule from there heart or there head
One strike from them and you could be ---------
They master their emotions and can be great fun
Although the most possessive signs, under the sun
Determined, romantic with a hint of jealousy
The Scorpio’s traits are endless you see
Once you commit, there be your best friend
Laughing and joking, but please don't offend
Ruled by the planets Pluto and Mars
Under the moon, guided by stars
Their element is water, they value precious time
All this I know, because it's my birth sign
© Copyright 17th August 2013 K.C.Leake
All Rights Reserved
Nehemiah 8:10 ~ Then he said unto them, Go your way, eat the fat, and drink the sweet, and send portions unto them for whom nothing is prepared: for this day is holy unto our Lord: neither be ye sorry; for the joy of the Lord is your strength.
A soothing silence surrounds me
Serenity calling through sensations
Of elation that fill me with delight
Insights into the whispers of night
Where shadows cause me to gasp
Away fears who judge me unworthy
Elation caresses my spirit with hope
Whispering soft caresses into my heart
Which discovers the greatest joy within
The pleasure sought beyond material things
Wherever God’s hand has touched down
Healing, helping, hoping for harmonizing
Seeking songs which color the breezes
Warm hues of melancholy and passionate
Promises which drift on the tides of azure
Waters which caress the beaches edges
And call out to the passing natives sweet tunes
Of fireflies creating a flickering paradise in nature
Fresh scents of mystery reveal spirit’s dreams
Of creative gestures that welcome desire’s fires
Within a morning mist or alive in the night shadows
Which breathe music through the gentle air
And bring enchantment to the surface of pools
Drifting with lush, liquid sighs of pure joy
Like a warm embrace, she caresses my soul
Knowing there are hopes that keep faith alive
Warming the skin with sunshine’s insightfulness
Creating poetry and prose along the breaking
Of dawn and within the harmony of rainfall
Comforting the earth with its beautiful silence
The Joy of the Lord is my STRENGTH!!!
What lies beneath the water green
in the deepest depths of the sea?
How many things we've never seen
or ever dreamt there'd be?
Things to surprise you and me.
What lies beneath the ocean waves
farther down than anyone's ever been?
In coral or reefs or hidden caves,
are there creatures we've never seen
far below the waves of green?
The ocean fascinates me more
than tales of outer space.
So many things on our planet to explore
before we leave this place.
So many surprises here to face.
I'd love to be the explorer who
discovers the secrets of the deep.
Is the bottom of the ocean green or blue?
What other secrets does it keep?
What treasures are there to reap?
Atlantis or monsters of the deep,
I long to know what's there,
I'd be so joyful I would weep
if only I could share
the knowledge of the wonders there.
Her scent is so alluring
as she hits on a guy in a bar.
Cherry ripe kisses so adoring -
with his cash she could go far.
Scarlet talons now are clawing
at his back as they tumble into bed.
But when he takes her stockings off...
he discovers she's a he instead!
30th October 2016
Lost love gone
Pain found
An empty room
So many thoughts
So peaceful
So secret
A man scarred
Sits upon his bed
With a wand he writes
Lets it all hang out
A gift given
A way to express
He sits
Wonders about the future
Can he make it?
Show the world his inner self
Find love
Find happiness
Rejoice till life comes to an end
A Poetry-man writes
Witnesses the world
Explores himself and others around
Scared he is
Claims to know all
In essence knows nothing
Wants so much
Realizes he can't have it all
A Poetry-man writes
Tries to make sense of his world
Discovers many hidden feelings
Searches for words to explain
Desperation he feels
Angry words he speaks
A twisted tongue he talks with inner love he may have
Outer love he cannot see
A Poetry-man writes
Needs to experience it all
Discover him discover her
Loneliness he knows all so well
A monster he sees himself as
A Poetry-man wonders with words
Ponders ideas
Writes endlessly till time stands still.
Written March 30, 1997 2:55 am
I have walked through the seasons of the year,
Summer brings us the warm sunlight,
The beautiful nature portrayed by the calm lake and tall trees,
A swim in the recreational swimming pool.
The exquisite blue jay perched in an evergreen tree,
The flutter of a monarch butterfly.
Sending summer's song to nature,
The cool days of autumn come.
Tall green maple trees,
Tinted by God's sunlight .
Walks by the conservation area,
Squirrels scampering about.
Discovers of the enhanced nature,
The winter's snow ascending slowly.
Each snowflake an intricate pattern,
Blanketing the earth.
All purified by the whiteness of the snow,
Spring comes and the snow melts.
The warm weather arrives,
Cheers us and befriends us.
The blossoming of the buds on the trees,
To welcome us.
God's garden come to life.
What a blessing from the Lord.
Copyright Gwen Schutz
Absurdity, chaos,
strife:
The poet chooses
virtuous reality.
Sisyphus, a
titanic wave of metamorphosis, waiting, salted nausea:
The thinker roughed by sand
a solitary tree in a barren desert
defies absurdity
by seeking meaning in the absurd.
Authenticity,
vision, conformity, religion:
The rebel a roaring
wildfire igniting change like:
authenticity,
vision, and non-conformity
forging their own path.
Project,
reflect, individuality:
The human river
tasting the minerals of experience
expresses identity
and discovers themselves.
Leap,
Übermensch,
ethics,
logotherapy:
The agent
acts with freedom and responsibility
finding purpose.
Meaning,
joy, void, hope:
The sweet-smelling optimist a sunflower
fills emptiness with hope
seeking light in the darkness.
Truth,
illusion, reality, fiction:
The rationalist
discerns the real and the imagined.
Contradiction,
logic, emotion:
The harmonist
strives for balancing
the rational and emotional.
Freedom,
authenticity, manipulation, conformity:
The individualist
resists pressure and influence.
Awareness,
paradox, courage, hope:
The existentialist
embraces the absurd and transcends.
Leak,
speak,
strike,
kneel:
The activist challenges-
The status quo and injustice.
Tirelessly fights for justice!
Death,
suicide, violence, genocide:
The mortal
faces limit and horror with courage.
Despair,
nightmare:
The lover
shares and cares with love.
Existence
precedes essence?
Or essence
precedes existence?
The question
haunts forever.
The Stoic
Observes, unmoved yet aware:
Virtue alone suffices
whether essence or existence;
In reason and nature
we find our constant companion.
( FAIRY TALE LOVERS )
Love is making my heartstrings sing
kisses are making my heart take wing.
Happiness is love,
there is nothing else so sweet,
love is happiness complete.
The whole world dances when we meet,
love is in bloom, and love is sweet.
Take my hand with a love that's true
I walk in a trance since I met you.
And I will do as poets do,
explain my dream to others,
and lift their spirits high.
It's only now my mind discovers,
that you and I are fairy-tale lovers.
Love is that ecstasy quite rare,
kisses of tenderness for two to share.
I wake in the shadows of night,
caressed by awe and wonder,
snd I see a starry sky.
My pulse, it beats like thunder.
I'll never be free of the spell I'm under.
Love is making my heartstrings sing
kisses are making my heart take wing.
I see the sunset's golden ray,
the ending of a perfect day.
God's love is everwhere,
and He welcomes you and I,
to the radiance of His night-time sky.
On soft unsteady feet, she toddles.
Glowing eyes and podgy fingers, she explores.
Innocence in endeavours, she wanders.
With little coquette behaviours, she seduces.
An urge in her search, she questions.
A collection of stories in mind, she dreams.
In the storm of emotion, she discovers.
A thirst of her body, she quenches.
To be one unique among others, she hopes.
Security and warmth to be hers, she prays.
Illusion and reality is no different, she believes.
What’s hers can be snatched, she fears.
In the storm of time and norms, she struggles,
She is one, in multiple forms alas, she acknowledges.
Her very nature is not hers alone, she accepts.
She tends a hand to the other she, she feels!!
Inspiration
Deep within the mind it plays
Bounces around your heart
Scatters a picture which you care to see
To live to breathe
Inspiration
Without, we are blind
See less than the ignorant
Possess only a blank portrait
Lacking the needed brightness
Inspiration
Fondly seeks us
Discovers who we are
We live, we breathe
Life
When hard comes, the struggle,
greater comes, the extended strength.
A person discovers, whom they, really are,
living through, the truly, difficult length.
For no promises, is there, in continuance,
of all, the goodness, without the bad.
In one moment, things are, how they be,
in the next, things aren't, what you had.
"The amount of good luck coming your way depends on your willingness to act". Quote by Barbara Sher
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Whispers of disobedience float in the air.
A challenge beyond the conformity snare
An inability or refusal to shift or comply
However, awareness stirs—a probing stare.
Prejudice dances with arrogance—and defy
Forcefulness quality—firm fervor to untie.
Rebellion and lack of collaboration clash.
Invest in openness—it's time to stroll and fly.
Refusal and firmness oppose ceding or crash.
Willfulness, otherwise, is wisdom gained to dash.
Mastery gives way to mystery—humility to adore.
As the spirit discovers its own rhythm and flash.
When you act from the depths of your soul's core.
You sense a river flowing—a delight you can't ignore.
Award-winning is optional, as has been shown.
However, the drive to prevail is a factor to explore.
Vocation isn't from having a strong will alone.
It involves listening and finding your unique tone.
The dance of will and stubbornness—a path of dread
A delicate equilibrium, a magnificent finesse throne
So let your resolve lead you—push you ahead.
Listen for the hushed voice of willingness instead.
For in the rhythm of these two, a dance to adjoin
Therein is the beauty of growth—wisdom to be said.
Let us, therefore, accept both sides of the coin.
The determination and commitment to join.
In the dance of avarice and openness line.
We uncover our true glory, our inner enjoin.
In the vast symphony of life's grand design
Willpower and flexibility dance—intertwine.
Because it is at the junction of these two.
That we find our essence and its true sign.
1st place contest winner
Mornings speak louder
with the early birds' songs.
The joy of the sun
that disguises our sadness,
leaving it behind for some time.
June discovers souls
that live in the gloom,
feeling alive as we open our eyes
with the light trapped
during the winter.
Blessed is the light
that removes dark feelings,
blessed are the eternal songs
of the birds that wake us up
every morning.
Blessed is June, because
the revelry of children
playing happily,
evokes dreams that stir up
our past, bringing a smile back
to our bumpy present.
Blessed is June, for its joy,
light and warmth.
A shiny special month
reveals the child on us
opening the same window
for years, as it was the first time.
Man
Himself
Discovers
When approaches
God!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
29 April 2017