Best Dizzily Poems
Silent, she slips from her stronghold’s security,
safely tucked high on the cliff in her nest.
Cautious, she stays in the shadows afforded her,
sorrowful, hesitant, missing the rest.
Her parents and siblings had sought out the sunshine,
flying the open air, learning their craft.
Soaring and diving, they basked in the currents;
she, feeling poorly, by chance, had stayed back.
Sounds like a cannon had rung out above her;
shrieking and screaming, she watched the first fall.
Caught in the open with no chance for cover,
savagely, swiftly, death came for them all.
Hugging the hillside, she used the thick foliage,
bobbing and weaving, avoiding the limbs,
calling on instincts she knew not inside her,
fine-tuned adjustments through flexes and trims.
Cover was ending; the ocean awaited her.
Her heart was racing, her mind strangely clear.
Mother had taught her to seek out the currents;
a warm water pocket meant updrafts were near.
Tucking, she dove as she flew in the open,
a bullet herself, towards shiny blue glass.
Braking so subtly, just at the last moment,
she shot across wave tops, dizzily fast.
There! A small change in the water beneath her.
Pulling up hard, she flapped skyward and soared.
Where she was headed lay unknown before her,
on past the sunset to some distant shore.
Categories:
dizzily, flying,
Form:
Quatrain
I'll just step
very softly,
tip toe,
on this blank page.
My inner critic?
fast asleep!
Perhaps
I'll tap dance,
lightly,
while he snores.
For freedom
has a jazz band beat
...soon twirling dizzily...
Shhh!
The prison guard stirs.
9/27/2019
Yalto Poems Only Contest
Emile Pinet, Sponsor
Categories:
dizzily, dance, freedom, muse,
Form:
Verse
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:
dizzily, confusion, devotion, life, lost
Form:
Personification
A long, long time ago in the land of Fays,
lived a forest nymph of beguiling beauty.
Laila, the queen of the trees, an angel of joy,
whose mere presence brought spirits to life.
She was beloved by all the creatures of the
woods. Her voice gave magic to sunlight.
The wind from her step brought flowers to
bloom.
One day, while Laila was dancing through
the scented grasses of the glade,
a fanciful dragonfly, on his dutiful rounds,
became enchanted by Laila's song.
Being drawn by the scent of her happiness
and after circling dizzily around her head,
he lit right on the tip of her nose and
immediately started to jig.
The sight of such glee so delighted Laila
that she broke into uncontrollable laughter.
As soon as it was heard it shattered into
thousands of tiny moonbeams and from
that, my little ones, Fairies were born.
A Fairy Tale For Children Contest
Sponsored By Eve Roper
02/16/2017
Categories:
dizzily, fairy, children, joy,
Form:
Narrative
We see ourselves unimpeded initially
Some are stricken with a view artificially
We are told by others very specifically
There is a ceiling so proceed timidly
We try in vain with no support futilely
As we age blazing the path dizzily
Sometimes we see the results dismally
Eventually we learn to climb skillfully
We began to achieve sufficiently
Eventually finding success brilliantly
Living life with dreams so vividly
Sadly, a haunting voice still speaks flippantly
Reminding us of the ceiling frigidly
We remain in the arena mistily
Each overcautious step taken judicially
We endure the voice shouting viciously
The battle to continue is done willfully
Categories:
dizzily, psychological,
Form:
Monorhyme
You won't find a yard like this anymore. You'd think it would seem smaller now that I'm an adult, but it doesn't. It's still enormous, stretching far beyond the house like a grassy sea. The hills roll like the tide, dotted with patches of melting snow that remind me of cresting waves. All around me, the gardens wake from a wintry slumber.
tiny buds
cling to naked branches--
a robin sings
Time stands still here in Nana's garden; the ghosts of childhood haunt every inch of the yard. There's my brother, climbing the ancient apple tree, throwing crab apples at my sister as she plucks daisies. Even as she dodges apples, she plucks away - asking no one in particular if she's loved or not, leaving a trail of petals in her wake. And there I am in my grass-stained skirt, twirling and twirling, falling dizzily to the ground, oblivious to my sister's shrieks of protest and my brother's triumphant laugh.
I shake my head and the vision clears. Now the garden is empty - still overflowing with trees and shrubs and flowers, but lacking in laughter, mischief, and innocence. Innocence has been replaced by wistfulness.
two robins
glide across the sky--
a door creaks
"Tea's ready, dear."
I glance over my shoulder at Nana. She stands on the back porch wearing her favourite apron and my favourite smile. Like her garden, she hasn't changed. A few more silver strands in her hair, a few more lines around her eyes - but she is still the same woman who took care of us, tending to us just as she tended to her gardens. She smiles at me now, as if she knows that garden has cast a spell over me.
With another glance at the apple tree, I follow Nana inside the house - and I swear I can hear echoes of laughter behind me.
Categories:
dizzily, childhood, family, house, garden,
Form:
Haibun
Spectacular World
Sunbeams sparkle dizzily dancing atop butterflies’ wings,
Provocative moon flaunts her heavenly body, whispering sweet nothings,
Enchanting creations all uniquely beautiful and beloved in God’s sight,
Colorful diversity in nature is truly a sensational delight.
Treasures at the end of rainbows – pots of green, yellow, and red so bright,
Astonishing hues of passionate purple, beguiling blue, and angelic white.
Centuries-old comets flash across rhinestone-studded, black velvet sky,
Unbounded by time and space, enjoying a celestial ride up so high.
Life-giving universe is such an amazing wonder to behold;
At its center our brilliant sun radiates fiery bronze and gold,
Revolving in panoramic glory…showcasing a spectacular world.
01-15-2016
Contest: Spectacular Acrostic
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Placement: 2nd
Categories:
dizzily, beautiful, universe, world,
Form:
Acrostic
The rim of my Erembe in hand,
her quiet pace remains.
Today the Angolan sky spills liquid of my breast,
while her breath smothers the blank sounds
of the tired plains
(Colors of snowbird’s crest)
woven with the smoke and strain
of yesterday.
My little Faiza, how were you able to run?
She carries the lone gaze of hours
dizzily felt four and twenty ago:
the shedding, scraping of blood,
our village skin melts neath the sun,
color of cocoa,
scent of smoking gun.
Bear not burden or shame
upon your desperate frame,
my daughter.
Her face and a diamond linger
I know the worth each brings
(Special love and a shiny finger)
Such pretty things may bring about
a slaughter.
Though never
the same,
Though never
together,
each possesses a facet of pain.
The rim of my Erembe in hand,
her quiet pace remains.
Categories:
dizzily, inspirational, loss, social
Form:
Free verse
/I\
~a branch
snuggles it tight,
messing ivory ringlets
while beneath the orchard,
grayish cones on iced moonlight rips.
Winter now bears her dry skin, as children
romp around a frozen trunk with boughs gleaming
like crystal tassels. Nippy a fir which quavers through
whiffs of glacial air : the assemblage of leaves
falling through hardened snowflakes...
Quietly, new moon brightens this view
Crowning its frothy head on an evening
where owls
trembling
dizzily on
its twigs,
hoot low
eyes wide;
until the tangy scent pervades
long after evergreen slumbers on.
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12/6/2018-- Revised
Shape Contest for Eve Roper
Categories:
dizzily, image, tree,
Form:
Shape
Two travelers with different destinations, we met before our paths diverged,
and in that span between our first encounter and subsequent farewell,
we read in one another’s eyes a wanderlust that took us off our track.
We found ourselves in a meadow of grass seemingly never trodden on before,
where we became as two breezy joyous children, frolicking dizzily around
the wildflowers that became our world. Racing each other up a knoll,
we finally and breathlessly tumbled into one another’s arms, growing silent
as we gazed into each other’s eyes beneath a sky of blue.
Rapture soon discovered us that glorious day in the meadow. . .
Later, a nearby river enticed us with its rushing sound, so we followed it.
Coming to its end, we saw the sky grow black and tried to find our way back
to our first spot of discovery and enchantment.
Instead we wound up back on the common path where we’d first met,
parting ways as a sudden rain’s downpour veiled my view of your departure.
Every now and then I stop and wonder if you ever came across a place again
that could compare to the rapture of our time in the meadow.
Categories:
dizzily, lost love,
Form:
Prose Poetry
watch clouds dizzily dreamy in
champagne light, watch with nostalgic
wistfulness the Canada geese
returning to balmy retreat
a graceful gripping formation!
watch clouds dizzily dreamy in
mauve! butterflies seductively
caress incandescent flowers ...
under luminous horizon
robin enticingly singing,
watch clouds dizzily dreamy in
rosy summer bidding farewell !
paths are strewn with puce, tangerine ~
red, orange leaves...swirling, twirling,
hint of autumn in crispy breeze -
watch clouds dizzily dreamy in!
August 11, 2022
8 syllables in every line - checked by HMS.com
For “Hint Of Autumn” Poetry contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Categories:
dizzily, autumn, seasons,
Form:
Quatern
Flitting and buzzing in a
playful, poetic dance
a whirr of delicate wings
crescendos and decrescendos
among a colorful carpet of
sumptuous, silky petals.
Daring drones speed dizzily about
barely resting, constantly competing
in a crazy chase for their sticky prize.
Swooning with drunken lust
they dream of its sappy sweetness
and long for its golden glory.
Insect tongues sip and suckle in tandem
greedily drinking with delight to the full.
Soon they whisk away with their
sticky stash to unseen combs.
And I wonder where they go
and how their delectable delight grows
in that hidden world that only nature knows.
Written on 9/14/2019
Categories:
dizzily, insect, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Canopy’s aperture, spilled light’s nuance, tinted,
as my eyes arrested, to attest fall’s saga…
A tree proclivity, had me stalled in Ashland,
watching the leaves succumb, leaving stark limbs barren…
Those with temerity, plunged at high speed, head first
Others spun dizzily, tornado-bewildered…
Few flew in gradients, of sideways-sloped descent:
wishes on air sustained, just a little longer…
Some seemed to ride gentle, invisible, sleep-chutes,
touching down easily, with wizened acceptance…
My marrow slowly chilled, as damping moisture crept
But cheer was soon bubbling, as merry maples fell:
swaying in zigs and zags, frolics of to and fro,
to come to a smooth rest, on the glassy brook’s face
Alighting sans ripples, their fate in water’s hold:
floating on a mirror, reflecting their past life,
ere being swept by currents, to their next journey’s start…
(11/4/18 - Repost of Ashland Autumn for P contest hosted by Constance la France)
Categories:
dizzily, autumn, seasons, september,
Form:
Alexandrine
If death ends all we see
in Nature’s laws—
to be, or not to be,
with no applause—
and seas of troubles flee
when life withdraws,
then how we choose to plumb
the waters deep…
or whether dreams may come
in final sleep
need never foil
our glee of fancy free…
though mortal coil
may give us pause…
But what if there be more
than what we know—
a door beyond the door
to come and go?
What further living dream
may round us form,
in endless norm,
that carelessly we cause,
and doth existing seem,
must give us pause…
an independent and
dependent clause
of consequential strand
must give us pause…
another cosmic clime
in timeless time,
a stream of conscious I’m
in reasoned rhyme
that carries all our flaws
must give us pause…
who’ll snatch us from the jaws
of slated fate—
that we create…
then vainly grasp at straws—
must give us pause…
For should we risk perchance
to miss the mark,
but dizzily to dance…
what dream of dark
in coverlet of gauze
may whelm our dying pause,
and pierce with karmic claws…
to make us heed
in thought, in word, in deed,
indeed,
must give us pause…
must give us pause…
must give us pause…
~ Harley White
Categories:
dizzily, death, deep, dream, imagination,
Form:
Verse
Fermentation around us, awakens my senses,
I can feel a warm blush radiate down to my toes
I know your intentions, and we kiss in the moment, twilight above turns to burgundy red.
You picked me a bouquet of the sweet supple bounty
while, letting me sample a brush of the sun
I'm tasting the bliss from the warm afternoon
as the lush of the juice dribbles onto my chin
Drinking the essence, from deep down within me
You have tasted my lips with a wine flavored tongue
The sky has turned purple, with rose colored dimples
And sun dips so slowly, deep into the hills
The mood is like swimming, and my poor head is spinning
And I'm drowning quite dizzily, and drunk from the spell
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8/28/15
a wine connoisseur contest: Sponsored By Chase Trevi
Categories:
dizzily, love, paradise, passion, wine,
Form:
Free verse