Best Displaying Poems
Sometimes when I find myself adrift
I transform into a dancing butterfly
Escaping with imaginations and wanders off into Wonderland
It's a world only I can glimpse and explore the hidden emotions of my being
I am the dancing Butterfly
I don't need the world's recognition
I just wanna be me... the dancing Butterfly
Light on my wings I fly
Soaring free
Fragile to the strong wind
Yet fluttering high
Gliding with ease of my own time
When I'm ready
With passion and gladness my ink will flow rhythmically onto this page
Unveiling the closed curtain so I may fly
freely in the real world
Rather than displaying a dramatic show
I am the dancing Butterfly
I don't need the world's recognition
I just wanna be me... the dancing Butterfly
Light on my wings I fly
Soaring free
Fragile to the strong wind
Yet fluttering high
Gliding with ease of my own time
I am the dancing Butterfly
Smile
Akkina Rosario Downing
11-8-17
Categories:
displaying, adventure, butterfly, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
this non conformist city
breathes a calm but edgy air
through gaps in the graffiti
and the street art everywhere
its face is sometimes brutal
but its heart and soul seem not
and it walks a sexy diverse walk
that’s cold yet somehow hot
(but I know I’m getting older
when those fun thoughts in my head
reject the swinging KitKatClub
for KitKat bars instead)
and all those wearing AirPods
sipping hot drinks on the go
pass tourists taking boat trips
slowly going with the flow
while the 'high tea' of a bratwurst
served from food trucks on the street
is eaten at tall tables
en plein air without a seat
and just like high end stores at home
the windows dress up nice
displaying bling that's priceless
- as it’s shown without its price
note too that no one jaywalks here
by crossing roads at will
not even during rush hour
when the traffic’s standing still
and when it comes to bridges
here’s a fact that crossed my mind:
there are more here than in Venice
and in Amsterdam combined
and by saving time by taking trams
that move berlin about
we spent time taking time in parks
where locals take time out
while the aiming and the shooting
by the wall towards the west
was just us aiming cell phones
shooting selfies with the rest.
but the death camp films and clothes we saw
of the many that were killed
brought tears that drowned a silence there
for the blood that humans spilled
and I cannot start to comprehend
the minds of those who kill
and just because I went there
- and just because I stood there
- and just because I wrote this
doesn’t mean I ever will.
Categories:
displaying, city, history, holocaust, travel,
Form:
Rhyme
There she stands
Centre stage for all to see
Tall and slender
Precariously she balances.
I reach out for her
Draw her to me
My hand skims her body
Slowly reaching her skirt.
Playful fingers find hidden areas
Delighted her legs spring forth
Displaying the very beauty
Of her delicately adorned skirt.
Gaily she dances around
Dizzily twisting and turning
In the brightness of day shading
She gently tends to my needs.
Personal ballerina takes to toes leaping
Merrily bobbing up and down
As emotional to her performance
Clouds cry a thousand tears for her.
Reaching our destination
Slightly shaken, she leans
Watches me quietly drips
Against the wall.
Reminiscent of the day's fulfillment
We acknowledge one another silently
Restful knowing we shall be
One once more.
Categories:
displaying, confusion, devotion, life, lost
Form:
Personification
My life, like everybody else’s, is a treasure trove
with a mine from which one’s treasures are derived.
The familial bonds we form are platinum; our friendships gold.
These are precious ores that most souls are born to find with ease.
But all of us have other precious stones we need to mine.
They are the fruit of skills and talents put to their best use.
My treasure trove abounds with gems already -
ones that I discovered as a child.
Though rough in their natural form, most of them I opened
as I grew in understanding of God’s gifts for me.
Others not so easy to break open were able to be shaped,
for once I sought them out inside my mine
and cracked them open. . . their radiance was revealed to me.
Our precious gems, God-given, must not be squandered.
Once mined, they need to be shared.
Artists, teachers, scientists, tradesmen, leaders, even dreamers -
we all have different kinds of gemstones hidden in our mines.
Once, later on in my own life,
I came upon a silver tool used by many different types of artists.
I’d seen it in my youth but hardly used it.
Thousands of words lay embedded in that specific tool God gifted me.
I delved into the depths of my mine and learned
that I could tap and tap the silver worded tool upon each stone,
and finally a gem would then reveal itself to me.
The more I searched for stones to tap,
The more wondrous were the nuggets that appeared -
And there were more of them than I’d believed I could ever find -
buried there so deeply in my mine!
The art of crafting them and polishing them up
I was able to improve upon in time. . .
and found that even those less valuable could shine!
A poet’s gems need not be bought or sold.
Displaying them with love and pride alone can be fulfilling.
How I thrill to view a wide variety of gemstones
freely shown from others’ treasure troves.
From the rarest and the clearest multi-faceted
color-shifting Alexandrite and tanzanite,
and the most remarkable of diamonds, rubies,
sapphires, emeralds, amethyst and jade,
down to the lowliest of onyx, quartz, garnets, or agates,
each stone has something of the poet’s soul within it,
especially beautiful when polished to a brilliant sheen!
The more I open gemstones in my mine, the more of them I find,
and my silver-worded tool lies nearby at the ready.
Categories:
displaying, imagination, silver,
Form:
Free verse
My distant spirit is dying,
disheartened, disintegrating and self deprecating.
Defenceless, as hope disappears,
emotionally shipwrecked in deep waters,
yet to be discovered.
In the sadness of sentimental sighs,
silence is the sinister sister of separation.
Abandoned in an abode of unfairness,
my heart shimmers creating a crepuscular crescent,
emanating into an emotional eclipse -
in splitting darkness I've become invisible.
I've lost hope in being found
among faded stars and moonless nights.
I'm as transparent as an icicle,
melting in frozen fields of forgotten forever's.
In the deception of dreams,
gradually, the roots of grass begin to decay.
In misty meadows of manifestation,
sanctuary of my subdued supernova soul,
slumbers among rotting massacred moths,
motionless in a crumbling charcoal cocoon.
A slaughtered spirit spawns a suicide of sunshine,
as ebony eyes create Cimmerian shadows of smoke.
I've been taken hostage in a vault of torment,
hoping celestial spheres return soon -
but all I can hear is angels screaming.
I search for those susurration sounds
of homecoming birds of spring,
bringing the clarity of velvet sheen skies,
floating free like dandelions blowing in the wind,
unlocking shackles of sorrow,
easing stubborn tones of reasoning -
but no serenades can be heard.
The season of death is upon us,
so I remain disjointed in discomfort,
displaying dismay at being disowned -
leaving me feeling dizzy in dismal disorientation.
Categories:
displaying, angst, death, depression, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
I am seated in a bed-like rock
Under the foothills this is a single block
The Sun rises behind my back
Though I face hills in the west, its rise I could track
The dawn delightfully unfurl
Mother nature decorates herself, like a girl
The valley is full of greenery
This is a soul soothing summer scenery
Flies are flying in group
With joy and strength, to recoup
Honey bees are busy flying from one to other flower
A fresh flower spreads the fragrance in the air
A group of sparrows fly at a low height
Jubilantly enjoying the new light
A tiniest sparrow dances by jumping from one leaf to the other of a plant
On seeing this, I too wish to jump out of joy, like an infant
Peacocks register their scream from a nearby place
I could hear well, as this area is ruled by peace
From a distant rock, a pair of peacock looks
Displaying the richest colors of their outlooks
Birds potentially program their offspring by singing to their eggs, at a short distance
One may think that they raise the voice with a grievance
Before me, a rabbit runs ruthlessly
Forgetting self, I sit here like lifelessly
Fight of monkeys upon trees on the top of the hill, comes like a melody
Free for all, as the whole range is under His custody
Clouds try to attract my attention with an array of colors
Peace as the Prince on the stage, countless others are actors
Breeze blows as if to say she is the most adorable among all
Of course, choosing the one among all is hard to tell
This is a mind moving morning
In my life, this day is a fine inning
My heart desires to lie under this foothill
But my soul is not full
as my mind yearns for my love
Of course, this place is like a paradise, as above
If I am to cherish my love even in a paradise,
the power of love, you may be pleased to praise
Though I stay away at a far off place
The feelings of romance runs like a race
To live here, to the God, I shall be abundantly faithful
But to conquer my soul, other than such love, nothing is more powerful !
Categories:
displaying, feelings, happiness, journey, love,
Form:
Couplet
I wonder what you'd say
If I met you today
in another time
in a better place.
Somehow,Somewhere
Would you recall my name?
Would you recognize this face?
Would you recognize my smile?
The same smile which
knows the color of your eyes.
Hey stranger
would you pass me by
with no turning back
or will you look my way?
Will snapshots reverbrate
that once upon an autumn day?
If I met you today
in a different time
in some better place
eventhough your name might be different
that face slightly changed
Somehow, Someway
I would know it was you.
That cute little smile
when you look in my eyes
That glow on your cheek
The moment we speak
The sparkle within
displaying your deep loving soul
The beat of your heart
needing to make me whole
Hey stranger
would you pass me by
with no turning back
or will you look my way?
Will snapshots reverbrate
that once upon an autumn day?
Not a chance on our life
would i pass you on by
I would grab hold your hand
and make you my wife.
Categories:
displaying, love, , cute,
Form:
Free verse
God allowed him to see through their eyes,
feel their cries,
understand their plight,
with his body, but with their sight,
the alley way shimmered,
the night stars glimmered,
and the man found himself standing in a dark alley,
the stench of decaying rats,
discovered by hungry cats,
raw sewage, old smoke,
could lead anyone to choke,
as the less savory smells
hit him like a blow,
gagging, as he sensed hell,
displaying its best in show,
he steadied himself against a dirty red brick wall,
hearing the hungry call,
as he tried to keep himself from the fall,
his eyes grew accustomed to the dimness,
he glided up the alley as a shadow,
meaningless, but there,
ignored, but here,
if his shadow haven’t been silhouetted on the wall against the light,
he would have been another soul lost in the night.
People passed the alley without so much of a glance,
life gave him no chance,
as he was just another vague outline in society,
just like the abandoned crates and garbage bins all around,
he was just like garbage tossed on the ground,
his silhouette gave no clue on who he was,
just a flickering light,
from time to time just plain out of sight,
God’s strong hands seized his shoulders to steady him,
made him look at the people he once ignored,
made him understand,
that once in a while, people may need a loving hand.
Categories:
displaying, sadpeople, people, time,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
To feel the morning zephyr on my face,
To wake up to the sound of cuckoo's call,
To take a stroll through the woods at my pace,
To watch aurora greet the red fireball,
To see the leaves romancing with the breeze,
To smell the fresh scent of a blooming rose,
To glimpse the hummingbird winging its way,
To hold on to dawn's smile as it does tease,
To enjoy azure sky's warm colour shows ~
How wonderful to thus begin my day!!
Time with nature is sure to refresh us,
Admiring God's beautiful creation,
At daybreak, life around is lustre plus,
We can leave behind all our frustration,
Nature rejuvenates like none other,
Where else can we find such calm, peace and joy?
Our worries and cares, we can cast aside,
When we spend some time with the earth mother,
How careful we must be not to destroy
the Maker's handiwork diversified!!
Reigning gloriously, Nature's serene,
As she goes about her assigned duties,
At dayspring, we can admire her bright screen,
Displaying her awe-inspiring beauties;
She's a peaceful Regina's portraiture,
Silently bearing, groaning* and seeing
the destruction caused by human grenade;
Deep in our hearts, we must be like nature ~
Always giving, spreading smiles by being
true to our purpose for which we are made.
Categories:
displaying, morning, nature, relationship,
Form:
Ode
her silken skirt flows
displaying her slender leg
and beautiful toe
as she sways rhythmically
to the notes of breeze
Categories:
displaying, 10th grade,
Form:
Tanka
Winter Wildflower
A billion snowflakes do collect upon a wasteland of neglect
The sky frigid no sun to reflect appears a dot lonely specked
A tear does fall melting snow as the speck staggers to grow
A wildflower starts to sough as the winter winds seek to blow
***
Amidst frozen fields lost in time, a wildflower begins her climb
Awaking beauty stretches sublime with petals strutting chime
Behold the wonder you see displaying love near a wounded tree
No one bothers with her plea standing around the white debris
***
Courage keeps her alive with recluse radiant colors to survive
With a calming chill, she will thrive awaiting the storms to arrive
And dreams now blurred that the fallacious frost has spurred
Her silent screams are heard carried by the malign mockingbird
***
Standing still before the dawn alone a wildflower winging spawn
Within her will, she must go on before slumbers of her next yawn
Secluded in her salient solitude she eagerly embarks to be renewed
Now a wildflower subdued all she wishes is to be virtuously viewed.
...dedicated to my Mom, May.16.1941~Oct.24.2017...and to all the Wildflowers here at the SoupBowl...they know who they are...
Oct.22.2018
SEASONAL OR UNSEASONAL Poetry
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
N/A for contest
Categories:
displaying, beautiful, cool, flower,
Form:
Rhyme
I’m looking forward as I always do
to springtime -when the robin’s trills I hear
which come from trees which years ago we grew.
They bloom in early April. What great cheer
I feel to see them blossoming anew!
Two ornamental plum trees’ petals peer
out from green leaves. These trees, like sweet coquettes,
stand side by side displaying their florettes!
Lovely too is my ornamental pear.
She stands with dignity to the left side.
So sure am I that spring is in the air
on seeing her adorned like she’s a bride
decked out in white. I thrill to see her there -
a symbol that the wintertime has died.
My trees, for me, are signs that fragrant spring
has come with all the charm its colors bring.
Feb. 20, 2021
for the 'Spring' Poetry Contest of Regina McIntosh
Categories:
displaying, spring,
Form:
Ottava rima
Whisper, rain, whisper!
drip-drop…pitter-patter!!!!
A misty drizzling dawn, watching playful rain
carrying on a mischievous conversation with the wind !
Tall majestic trees shaking their branches,
Tiny plants shivering and quivering !
Stories from the past float in the somber sky -
Tapestry embroidered by fine strands of
sadness and delight!
rose bush sways,
wind hums through the rustling leaves,
murmuring poignant words,
conveying romance evergreen!
The cloud floats - fluttering fragrant petals of Jasmine,
swish me to an enticing youth,
When collecting flowers at dawn,
with luscious dewdrops on them,
brought a sense of euphoria!
Drip-drop, drip-drop,
The dripping sound resonates memories
of magical swing and joyful laughter,
of petite flowers and vibrant chatter,
Kaleidoscopic raindrops hold them all.
You whisper to me in your soft velvety voice,
reminisce our moments
of endless bliss.
I am breathless!
Clouds glide, clouds waft leisurely,
displaying colours in a stunning rainbow!
An extravaganza of captivating hues in its palette!
Whisper, rain, whisper!
drip-drop…pitter-patter!!
Categories:
displaying, rain,
Form:
Romanticism
~The Kentucky Derby~
(Quatrain)
What a glorious day it is today,
As people of all ages are having fun,
Because the Kentucky Derby race,
Is taking place till the day is done.
You can really see all around the,
Throughbred beautiful horses,too,
That will be competing for the,
grand prize that they'll give today.
There are very large crowds everywhere,and,
Folks are laughing and making bets to,
For their favorite horses everywhere, and,
You can feel their excitement mounting too.
You can see the jockeys walking around,
Displaying proudly all their best colors and silks too.
They all seem to be,more than ready for this race,
While taking last notes here and there to make things okay today.
Well,this wonderful race is about to start any moment now.
The horses are being prepared in every way,and that's true,
As they're all looking their very best from head to hoofs,
The winner will receive a very beautiful cup and great honors,too.
So many bets that are at stake here for so many today,
People are very excited, rushing all over the place to,
As the horses and their jockeys are getting ready now,
The jockeys are looking so proud atop the horses they'll ride, too.
The horses and jockeys are now set for this much awaited race,
They're all in line and in their position to start anytime to,
But it will take a long time for sure for this race to be over,
But already it looks like "Black Beauty" is about to make history today.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
November.16.2016
Categories:
displaying, beautiful, horse, love, race,
Form:
Free verse
Waist deep in an icy clear blue mountain lake
Under the watchful gaze of the Grand Tetons majestic grandeur
Snow peaked summits reaching clouds where they join the rising sun
A more beautiful place I could never have imagined, even in my dreams
Casting sunflower yellow line patiently over and over
As the icy blue drops of water race back down the line so gracefully
As though they can't wait to return to the secrets below
The rhythmic snapping of the rod echoing in the still quiet morning
My fly floats by the place among the crevasses of rocks where rainbows hide
Beneath the icy clean blue water
Here we are you and I, sharing this place, eye to eye
Watching you dart from side to side, every color of the rainbow
Reflecting, bending, gliding
A rainbow in motion, here right beside me, all around me
You jump as though proudly displaying your beauty
As I gently hold your rainbow magic in my hand, thanking you for a perfect day
I leave you to return to that hidden place where rainbows stay
©Donna Jones
Categories:
displaying, blue, nature, rainbow,
Form:
Free verse