Best Draw In Poems
At day's end, I take in the last light
seeping into the dark waters
across the bay and keep it here.
I gather the sound of departing gulls
smudged on the sky, the quietening
settle of birds in the cypress trees
along the foreshore, the giggle
of a child high on a swing
being pushed by a mothers hand.
I hold here the gentle sweep
of waves soaking into wet sand,
the slow roll of seaweed, bubbles
bursting around shells, wings
low over the water.
I draw in the evening and keep
it close with its lights
sprinkled around the edges
of the headland,
emerging stars hung soundless
in the heavens, the blinking
passage of a southbound airplane
heading into a long night.
From somewhere, the smell
of honeysuckle spilling
into the waiting air.
I make my way home, filled
with all that I have taken in,
almost happy having little space
left over to fit myself.
Categories:
draw in, eve, nature, spiritual, sunset,
Form:
Free verse
The light breaks free from winter’s bone
to cast its warmth; to life atone,
to warm the dark; to thaw the chill,
to synthesize through chlorophyll,
a dormant seed to resurrect,
and coax a soul from introspect.
Awake! And breathe the wafting spice
of lilac buds and wild rice,
the lavender; the orange puccoon,
the sweet of honeysuckle bloom.
An overture, the sparrows sing,
to celebrate the oeuvre of spring;
while wind and weeping willow dance
to promises of new romance.
Come alive! Draw in your breath,
let winter die a noble death.
The seeds of yesterday are strewn;
it does not do to weep and croon.
If you seek, so shall you find,
as true for darkness as divine.
Categories:
draw in, allegory, analogy, spring,
Form:
Rhyme
l know you not, you don't know me
You gave me praise my poems, you see
We seem to click right from the start
My breaths draw in deep and races my heart
Your contact I yurn impatient I grow
You make me tingle from head to toe
I wish you were here with me just now
My bed would be warmed I'll show you how
Why do I want you so much that I hurt
To touch your firm body gentle and pert
You have so much power I cannot deny
Rhyme and reason you seem to defy
I feel your love calling my body so weak
The fact I don't know you am I a freak
Am I just dreaming my feelings seem real
Just tell me you want me your heart I can steal
Maybe I'll meet you no longer a dream
You'll milk me of love to flow like a stream
When two become one just for a while
We part like we met but with more of a smile
Categories:
draw in, longing,
Form:
I like talking to the stars
They are the best listeners of my wars
Excellent keepers of my secrets
And so we know each others traits
They Comes every night to celebrate their height
Me being an audience lost in their show of light
Stare at them, get connect with them
They show me their game of shine
Some Twinkles, bright and dull as pine
All them together teach me a sense of life
Some shines some twinkles and some shoots
It isn’t mean i am less than you, it’s just i have my own roots
It gives me peace
It blows me down
It been soothing
When no ones around
Lost in them
Draw in them
Make shapes, faces or nothing
Feels Wonderful being drown in them
I like talking to the stars
They are the best listener of my wars
Sometimes we play hide and seek
When they don’t show up, i be a meek
And when they with their unusual friends
Let them call the clouds and so
Playing with my imagination seems to be end
Stare at them get connect with them
Ask them to dance in the sky again
They say today let it be mundane
Warm and humidity can be seen up there
And then i feel restless every where
Watching them, resolving their riddle, playing with them
It gives me mind
It makes time to run slow
It takes me away from the world
Where I always find me
Where i always love me
Where I don’t want to get disturbed
And where i love my life the most
I like talking to the stars
They are the best listener of my wars
I wait throughout the day to turn dark
So then the stars would glow
Cool breeze does flow
All that makes my mind blow
Smiling face and closed eyes
Dreams of heaven where i fly
Despite all dark I can see what i am
Fascinates me how i feel under the sky
Beneath a sparkling roof
All alone on the mat yet Never make me feel aloof
I do like talking to the stars
I do talk to the stars.
Categories:
draw in, care, cheer up, friend,
Form:
Pastoral
Proud daffodils have bowed their weary heads
And roses shed their petals one by one,
Green leaves transform to gold and fiery reds
The gilded reign of autumn has begun.
Farewell to fragrant bluebell woods of spring
And summer’s lush and verdant meadow grass,
In vain, tenacious leaves to branches cling:
The changing scenes of life must come to pass.
As nights draw in, the silver harvest moon
Shines boldly through defenceless, naked trees
And pirouetting leaves will settle soon,
For winter’s riding on the autumn breeze.
The reaper’s joyful song in golden fields
Begins to fade as Fall to winter yields.
26.10.19
New Fall Sonnets Poetry Contest : sponsored by Emile Pinet
N-A Rerun 4 Poetry Contest :sponsored by John Hamilton
Categories:
draw in, autumn, seasons,
Form:
Sonnet
THE LEAVES ARE FALLING
Now Summer’s ended and the days draw in
And Autumn’s chill replaces sultry heat;
As we watch the annual Fall begin
And we give thanks for safely gathered wheat.
I can’t help wondering what lies ahead.
For I am in the Autumn of my years.
The Summer days of youth have long-since fled;
I feel a fleeting fear as winter nears.
But then I turn and see you standing there
And, in that moment, all my fears subside.
Whatever Winter brings, I shall not care,
So long as I can face it by your side.
For now I see this season all anew
And take joy in the Autumn leaves and you
20th October 2019
New Fall Sonnets contest
Sponsor - Emile Pinet
Categories:
draw in, age, love,
Form:
Sonnet
Gone, now just a memory the warmth of summer,
winter's icy fingers now take a harsh grip turning
land to frozen waste. Blanketing it in snow as the
nights draw in, reflecting the bright moon.
Children having fun sledges rushing down the hill
and snowmen appear standing as sentinels to winter.
The whisk of skiers as they fly past speeding downwards
their colourful ski suits adding splashes of vivid colour.
Jack Frost hard at work decorating trees with icicles
some short and others long sparkling, reflecting light
appearing like gems amidst the sprinkled snow covered
branches. Once more winter reigns supreme.
Icy winds howl across the valleys causing drifts
of snow some eight foot deep, chilling bones
making us huddle down in fleece lined coats
Rosy cheeks blaze out from under hoods,
And fingers freezing cold from handling snow.
contentment in every face as people head home.
To cups of hot chocolate and toasty warm fires
shutting out for now winter's icy blast.
Categories:
draw in, snow, winter,
Form:
Verse
Laying here staring out across the ocean,
listening to the sound of waves roaring,
gazing up at all of the glimmering stars,
lighting up the sea like a dance floor.
Counting stars as blessings life has given me,
thanking God for each and everyone of them,
so relaxing just lying next to the shore lines,
trying to draw in the last bits of the night.
The full moon shining ever so brightly now,
and the waves calm down to a gentle splash,
a light breeze pushes softly against my skin,
I grab my sweater and drape it around me,
as I go to leave I stop and turn around,
just to admire the ocean one last time.
Categories:
draw in, beach, beautiful, beauty, nature,
Form:
Narrative
The swordsman who draws his blade
Heart racing at the keening of steel on scabbard
Tension coiled, poised for the unleashing
Held back by muscles tight with glee.
I am as the soldier, held in stance,
The lioness crouched beneath the concealing grass
As it sways back and forth, as insects sing along the day
Her every breath is halted, her veins do not pulse,
And just as the swordsman stands
They are statues in this moment,
Statues of derision,
Mocking, with their stillness, the very charged tension within.
And I am as the lioness frozen before her pounce
Coiled with motivation and purpose,
And I am as the tongue held with words clinging off its’ edge
Ready to lash out and strike with direction
But I am as the frozen purpose, held tight
Waiting, for a warrior to stand before me
For a reason to uncoil, to lash out with words and pounce.
But I am now as the pen halting before the purest of paper
White and supple, in askance for the lightest touch
A slash of the tip, drawing lines in ink
Lines like a hunter’s bowstring, taut with intent,
As the pen lies frozen above its prey, the falcon petrified aloft still winds
I am the need coiled tight like a wound jack in the box
But alas, there is no victim to frighten,
No pray to pounce upon, no sword or bared neck to slash against
And I am here, with pen frozen, ink ready to be drawn taut
And I have nothing to draw in the ink, no prey or purpose to evoke
I am coiled tight with energy, but it is release that so eludes me,
I am coiled tight with purpose, but it is direction that so denies me.
And here I am, pouncing at ground before me,
Slicing away at the air around me
Scratching away with a dry pen, on paper still white in askance
I write about…
I write about the coil within, and the lack without
And alone I wonder,
Is it enough, is it enough to go on, a wound up box
Waiting for the slightest touch, the weakest parry, to live.
Categories:
draw in, angst, art, confusion, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
When the nights turn cold and there's nobody at home,
I want to be that person on the phone.
When nothing seems right,
and the road ahead appears less than bright,
I want to be that person who holds you tight.
When no one seems to care,
and tears start running down your stare,
I want to be that person who's always there.
When pain damages your spirit secretly,
and sadness affects your heart equally,
I want to be that person to rescue your frequency.
When dreams go their separate ways,
and ambition goes up in a blaze,
I want to be that person to provide the desire within your gaze.
When barriers stop your smile shining,
as beautifully as dawn and all hope looks forgone,
I want to be that person who believes in you to carry on.
When happiness exudes your clutch,
and life's struggles are never a crutch,
I want to be that person who receives your touch.
When you manage to make it through,
and you look around to see who stayed true,
I want to be that person who hears you say,
"my Angel is always you".
When romance and commitment are mixed traditionally,
and comfort is thrown in additionally,
I want to be that person you love unconditionally.
When moments are in their prime,
and schedules become demanding along the line,
I want to be that person who receives your time.
When patience is taken to execute the perfect kiss,
and butterflies create an instance of bliss,
I want to be that person you will instantly miss.
When your tone is as joyful as spring,
and you believe you can do anything,
I want to be that person to change your life with a single ring.
No matter our individual flaws,
I wish to take a moment and pause.
Draw in a deep breath and steady my cause,
as I caress your palm and reveal to you "I wana be yours".
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Categories:
draw in, devotion, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, passion,
Form:
Couplet
Way too easy, when you look at
me
like you can see
words wade in slow
draw in breath, like a magic
key
two eyes
and all the wonders they show
For me it doesn't come so easy
the specter of nineteen
dealin' in failure wins
and winds my tongue
Never knew where it grew
between the creased parlor
lights made to start
What I do know
when my fingers touched yours
bright and beautiful
the spark
that ripped right through
my heart
Forever is a long time
far too long never to say
I love, it's love, you're loved..
so if you never want to hear it,
don't look at me that way.
Categories:
draw in, light, sometimes, wind,
Form:
Rhyme
Just landed in my ears
just dazzled my mind
my local political head
I was talking to him today
Lord you send such a beautiful messages to me
the past couple of days
I suggested a gift from God
that his great light shone over me
In reverence to Our Most Holy Spirit
telling him my great news
Now he has said
that he will do everything in his power
To get me published wow stunned
I was hearing hearing his pride in me
Its like coming out of a cave
alone as a hermit in the mountains
Now I have found peace
In love everything shines so bright
Thank you Lord and master
for showing me and helping me see
to draw in your light
I even mentioned getting my lonely prayer
for Christmas donated to the church of granite
In the shape of a crucifix
whom my grandfather help build
A cross pointing to Heaven
Golden guilded to the house off God
Categories:
draw in, appreciation, beauty, feelings, forgiveness,
Form:
Free verse
I am a little blade of grass
In the desert of life
Trying to fathom what the world, for me, has
Other than misery and strife
I try to survive everyday
Trying not to wilt
Will I live to see another day
Or towards death, will I tilt
Don't have a friendly pat or a lover's caress
In this desert, barren and vast
Not even with a smile does anybody bless
Nor a kind look does anyone cast
As I try to hide my little tears
Beneath tiny drops of dew
I yearn for just a day sans my fears
Just a day with a happy hue
But the scorching sun burns relentless
To it, my life is nothing but a farce
I draw in my last breath, in this world merciless
What was I after all? Just a blade of grass
Categories:
draw in, depression, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
Only Stop
Edward Clay
November 2016
Stop!
Stand a moment.
Breathe deep and draw in calm.
Look,
With eyes and heart open.
See the beauty around.
The autom leaf
or the sparkle of a flowing brook.
The pattern in a piece of stone
Or the shapes of clouds.
Feel it inside you
as beauty is everywhere.
One only has to look.
Categories:
draw in, beauty, inspiration, motivation, uplifting,
Form:
Free verse
Womb of existence
Drum of God, cosmic current,
vibration omnipresent
manifests prismatic hues,
flowing until desire glues.
Stagnation thus is the cause
that puts flow of life on pause.
Free will once boon, is now bane,
ignorance, cause of our pain.
In the womb of existence,
ego offers resistance,
which is but our own thought form
and we suffer in this storm.
True purpose of life is play,
to soul’s rhythm, gently sway,
radiating love and light
of God essence, shining bright.
Let our childlike innocence
draw in love by resonance,
for we are all one soul group,
a part of the same God’s troupe.
02-September-2022
Categories:
draw in, life, spiritual, truth,
Form:
Jueju