Best Dormant Poems
I'm an ashen dove,
fading in zephyr
of wine valleys,
saturating in fog
upon enchanting hills,
draped in
grape-green silk,
where fantasies of forest,
sprout cynthia moon
of a bygone
medieval saga,
amidst heavenly
eventides,
and wailing weeds
prick my shadow,
infusing iced intentions
of the puppet's paradise~
floating in islets
of shackled bones.
My wings are
made of violet wool,
fluffed with
blueberry cotton
and stitched
with the fabric of
amethyst satin,
but as soon as
my tiptoeing feet
touch the
seafoam grass,
it stings my silent
glacial flight,
making me bleed
in chloroform-
dipped letters.
If love was a
rosy matte comet,
I would carve
pastel orchid smiles
amidst kismet-coated
cherry blossoms,
with frozen floral paints
and forgive
beige betrayals
of aqua sirens,
to which the
scents of evermore,
sweetly succumbed.
But maybe,
jasper tinted
jasmine petals,
are sewn with
poisoned thistles
whilst being
dispersed upon
the chambers of
midnight raindrops,
and those
soulful stars
in your eyes are
a mere mirage,
flourishing
false silhouettes of
a perfumed
saudade in
nocturnal negligence.
So, pardon these
bleeding metaphors
that echo sombre
sun's soliloquy in the
hazy kiss of gloom
and follow me
to the teal towers,
where this
fluorescent flesh
slumbers in enfolded
spruce leaves of
sequoia sonnets.
For, when the last petal
falls as poetry,
my soul would be
alive in wistful runes,
mourning in a
doleful decanter,
whilst eyes
would frown
in fragile promises,
wiping diplomatic
dust of dolent delusions
and knitting mists of
manipulations,
carelessly sinking~
to soil of feathered
dandelions.
Where nurtured seeds
of jade reflections,
still haven't ruptured
every pixie dust of hope,
in their life's
dormant decession,
reminisce me
as an ivory moonrise,
fluttering beyond,
dahlia chains of sunshine.
Categories:
dormant, black love, hurt, life,
Form:
Free verse
Once upon a memory
A long, long time ago
There was a cup
of sunshine
Buried neath'
A winter's snow
The dark grey clouds
Were threatening
And buried long and deep
The hopes of spring were
Ended, winter days
So fettering
But then one bright brave
Day shown, with message warm
And sweet
Gold flaming rays of sunshine
Touched the day with joy complete
Long winters chill was broken
If but for a little while
And in the cup of sunshine
Sleeping seedling felt a smile
Snow receded into streams
And laughed down brooks of stone
Throughout the valley of despair
Sweet notes of joy were blown
Rapturous song "Awake! Rise up!"
Burst forth its glorious power
Up from the cup of sunshine
Peeked a long and dormant flower
The sky's blue eyes of friendship
Had a rather merry hue
The Sunflower blinked in wonder
Nodding, "I remember you!"
Categories:
dormant, blessing, memory, sweet,
Form:
Rhyme
I have so many poems
dormant within my psyche
sitting waiting for a cull
midst fizzing to the surface
words circle above my head
in iridescent bubbles
dancing hovering in flight
the songbird fledgings soaring
seeing which take to the perch
as I hold out pen or finger
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~IN THE GARDEN OF MY FANTASY~ 2023
AP: 2nd place 2023, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on March 1, 2019 for contest EARLY MARCH 2019 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
Categories:
dormant, fantasy, freedom, imagination, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
Such is love like dormant desert dunes amidst their decubitus decline,
Bewitching barmecidal brides beckon my last drops of desire…
Overwhelming obelus and ototoxic behavior in loves' great divide,
For the howling desert winds evaporate my love through eviternity…
Floccinaucinihilipilification flutters thru my mind upon dusty dunes.
Decubitus...The posture adopted by a person who is lying down.
Barmecidal...Illusory or imaginary and therefore disappointing.
Obelus...Serving as the sign indicating a division.
Eviternity...Eternal existence.
Floccinaucinihilipilification...The action or habit of estimating something as worthless.
I used these particular words...to show how sometimes love can be dormant & dying...plus dusty lol
Feb.02.2020
Exalted Words
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Placed 1'st...Thank You
Categories:
dormant, angst, lost love, sorrow,
Form:
Free verse
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Categories:
dormant, animal, autumn, beach,
Form:
Golden Thread Cyprus,
Crusty brown in the winter;
Flourishes in spring.
Categories:
dormant, earth, environment, poetry, tree,
Form:
Haiku
Fallowed mind on barren ground toils
Winter's cold streams radiant beams foil
No incubating current cuts through the dense soil
Muses' bright glint the dark, thick clouds roil
Blipping sparks can't light my sensory console
A dormant seed sprouts on a rocky knoll
Promising strands on frozen surface stroll
Chilling winds over shallow-rooted thoughts troll
Vapid ideas from stagnant un-imaginative threads loll
Without depth, the promising figments spoil
In due course, Spring's thawing tides do roll
On horizon's mount, azure panels scroll
The brighter patches degenerated conduits parole
Fecund spores with soaring visions cajole
Wispy tufts of dander blow into cranial hole
Into thawing seams, germinating inspiration bowls
Enervating muse, implanted seeds into interstices dole
Granules of wisdom brim from gilded boll
Leaving pod, enthralling, pearly grains silt the soul
The congealed fabric spins around each, sensory pole
Ginned fibers into imagination's colorful tapestry burrow
Categories:
dormant, allegory, angst,
Form:
Rhyme
All the strawberry's and moss rose's bushes
are slowing budding along the dusty bridle paths,
and as the husky New York cowboys pull down their hats,
they don't seem to excite their trotting horses;
and I am slower than they are...dragging my aching feet
to barren fields, where yesterday's lovers loved to dream!
And as the dormant forest awaits spring,
below the rain-soaked hill, some trees dingle from it's corroded cliffs
that are thickly covered with maroon leaves;
but the innocuous squirrels, unaware, scare away the wandering robin
that is too lonely and looks for sign of existence,
and my observation is a note worthy one by the rhythm of his wings!
My memorable childhood was spent observing the diverse seasons,
and the spectacular colors that bewildered me...enhancing their significance,
and whoever saw that child with a rosy face and short, curly hair:
must have thought to have seen a cherub with the softest wings,
who never tired of discovering new flowers and trees;
jotting down every detail in his handy notebook, to create words with flair!
Rest under the pale sky, tired man and write your drama;
your strength has diminished as sunsets ultimately do;
you have seen the dawn with its intense light and a bright star, too:
that star which always illuminated your path and spirit!
Now, don't cease to exist and vanish like a dark star...
peacefully sleep, as the dormant forest awaits spring!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
dormant, children, happiness, imagination, inspirational,
Form:
Sestina
A solitary kernel for lack of succoring nurture aggrieved
From sun's warm caresses seasonally bereaved
With wind's chilling strides constantly plucked, heaved
Lying on fallowed ground whose cloak now desleaved
With frigid mantle over frostbitten spine weaved
Nutrient-rich pores of their cultivating provender relieved
As brittle husk to its fibrous moorings tightly cleaved
So coarse grains to earthen crevices, pockets sheathed
Dormant, but from bludgeoned shell will not secede
Nor Summer's bountiful harvest deed
A sparse, unfurnished bed temporarily bequeathed
Until providentially-rendered elements have new life breathed
Still yet, creator hath numbered all and due rations perceived
Until Spring's availing tides have Winter's corroded channels reprieved
And life's, generating tenants from their frozen prisons freed
Categories:
dormant, angst,
Form:
Rhyme
The kettle drums of nature lie dormant as they came
The chirping of winged wonders amidst the pouring rains
Soon the dawn will sigh, whilst a new day appears
The power of mother nature, us all we humans fear
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-16.php
Categories:
dormant, animals, nature, seasons
Form:
Quatrain
The moon is so large and has a yellow hue
Creating a mix of shadows all about
The dormant tree stands its ground without a clue
What evil surrounds, darkens without a doubt
Underneath the tree is a blank staring troll
Waiting for the lost people to climb this knoll
Only ravens come to visit this dark tree
Scaring and frightening most everybody
Russell Sivey
Categories:
dormant, halloween,
Form:
Rispetto
I know we can’t take it back
all the things we said
Everything we had
Everything we meant
I told you I’d love you forever
Isn’t that something
But im struggling here
Wanting to let you go
You meant the world to me
You meant everything to me
Set my heart on fire
How I felt love for the first time
How you made me believe
Then you,
You walked away
From everything we had
And I see how hard it was
It was all planned out
‘Just you and me’
now all we had is history
If I could take it all back I would
Every last word
Everything that hurt
I’m sorry for all the lies you made me believe
Its time for me to release
And set my heart free
If you believe this is not the end
And all we’ll ever be is friends
I’ll let you know one thing inside
This is not who I am
So sorry
Goodbye
Now you held my hand
My world in your hands
Is it really true
Is this the end
Im off and away
On my jet plane
To see if you love me
And want me to stay
Then you,
You walked away
From everything we had
And I see how hard it was
It was all planned out
‘Just you and me’
Now all we had is history
If I could take it all back I would
Every last word
Everything that hurt
I’m sorry for all the lies you made me believe
Its time for me to release
And set my heart free
Categories:
dormant, girlfriend-boyfriend, life, loveme, world,
Form:
Lyric
But in the fact that it was barking
trees
The wind moving the tree branches in the night
trees
I felt compelled to sniff the summer lawn
Compelled so to remembering my late nightly gatherings
Where are the dandelions I want them greened
night
So that I may eat them
It's that overnight I muttered fallen into winter colors
But in the fact that it was murmuring
night
That those leafs, brown in grey fallen falls colors socializing
While I pondered, gathering parts of shrubs
I threw my eyes upon the floor covered vision with evergreens
dead
It threw its ghost against the introductions
Dead blossom no longer blooms
That communal meeting
That communal meeting
Fallen autumn winter trees dormant
dead
There stood a social flower deaden bub
While yet still pondering gathered parts of deaden shrubs
And the party never clocking
splendid socialization sleeping
Fallen autumn winter trees dormant
Birds sneaking back building nest
dormant
2/10/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Categories:
dormant, analogy, anxiety,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
The quiescent heart
Sleeps in a benumbed setting
For many decades
Waiting for the flame that melts
The ice that serves as shelter
3-23-2016
Categories:
dormant, loneliness,
Form:
Tanka
The kamikaze martyr steels his nerves
To seal the sacred mission of his life.
He loves the all-important cause he serves,
Yet dreams about his mother and his wife.
Though long endured, the loving pain they’ll feel
Will be surpassed by pride and joy sublime.
It must be so, he vows and flames his zeal;
To question now would be a faithless crime.
Then dead ahead, a hundred panicked souls—
He sees them not, nor hears their bullets fly.
He thinks of nothing now, but just controls
His missile’s course: the enemy must die!
What madness makes him so naively blind?
Its seeds lie still, within each seeing mind.
Categories:
dormant, psychological, war,
Form:
Sonnet