Best Effused Poems
He came to me and gently brought,
the fairest flowers of His thought.
Joy arrived with euphoric mums,
softly as the hummingbird hums.
Purity blown from baby’s breath,
ever innocent until death.
Peace pervaded purest poppy,
tranquil bliss nothing can copy.
Happiness borne from pure lily,
butterfly wings, dainty and frilly.
Gratitude from feathered pink rose;
praises for His blessings arose.
Humility spread bold bluebells,
silken as bunnies’ cotton tails.
Faith that flourished in bright iris,
no other bloom so desirous.
Hope sprung forth from gladiolus,
comforting as lotus’ solace.
Love effused from fan-shaped aster,
greatest from our Lord and Master.
Graciousness shone from all flowers,
teaching of His perfect powers.
Categories:
effused, butterfly, flower, god, mum,
Form:
Couplet
Line of inquiry:
The ego within forced me to resist
But now I wish I had effused a love mist
With aplomb and flair, just kind of left it there
For self-aware souls passing by, who choose to pair
Ego resembles a premature childhood.
When love is unbalanced,
interactions with infliction
and cultural consciousness,
force a soul to suppress
rather than express,
so we become glass sculptures,
but no one can see our shards.
My dad taught me to roam like a lion,
hurting, but pretending,
yet, I was no predator like my predecessor,
just misconceived, due to self protection,
so I continued to deceive,
behind a veil of silence,
sacrificing my own happiness,
content in sadness - but barely surviving
and today, I'm still bleeding,
haunted by ghosts who's paths,
I left behind.
I know what I say, is not always how I feel,
not what I mean and I'm happy - falling.
Because I am strong, so my ego tells me,
I'm a mountain, I can never crumble,
but still I write poems about vulnerability,
so who am I really? Does anyone see me?
I wish my tongue would portray like poetry,
so I could show love, instead of feeling unloved,
glow in affection or is it too late?
When so much has already been lost,
to bitter winds beating against robust roots
unmoved due to stubbornness,
your mind feels like an anchor,
preventing your ship from sailing.
In death I found humility,
released sedated tears,
cleansing internal wounds.
From all the broken souls,
it was mine which lacked self belief,
so I remain disconnected, but need healing,
hoping one day you will find me
and unlock the door to devotion.
Fate is like stars in a lovers destiny,
sadly we are only found in darkness.
Categories:
effused, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
Just out of sight for all of this time
My reflection convoluted
Because it was effused through the eyes of others
Embarking on strange and harrowing journeys
To find only an empty castle
Countless attempts I have made to fill this space
Cavernous and cold, even adorned with my inadequate furnishings
No more of this
The mirror shall be my own,
Not the sleek dark orbs of strangers with their own intent
Within the comfort of my own reflection
My journey starts anew.
Categories:
effused, introspection,
Form:
Narrative
Summer’s Spilled Milk
City dwellers pumped;
Oil effused into ocean,
Ocean creatures died.
Categories:
effused, animals, death, food, happiness,
Form:
Senryu
Petite-o-tat-oes, baked
of a fiery oven
Crispy skin
as spud's innards
fluff into a hot
morsel of delight
Butter-drowned
sour cream, spices
Romaine lettuce wedge
french bread-fresh-baked
creamy brie, Pinot Noir
tantalized taste-buds
Like a hot fudge sauce
effused
onto stone-cold
tutti-frutti
sensate's tongue tip
Salivation!
timer
hums
readiness -
Delectable
Consumption
of crispy, savory
Petite-o-tat-oes
To blue flames
set-ablaze
dessert of
"Cherries Jubilee"
Categories:
effused, food,
Form:
Free verse
An offensive mirror
produces my face,
and ears listen to a
hackneyed heart beat
The stench of stagnant
breath confirms my
identity and smoker’s
status. Sixty a day
The cold floor held
by blood drained feet,
a razor held in hand
at mannequin angle
The bile in my throat and
the fur on my tongue
congealed with the sickly
sweet syrup of life dripping out
The door behind falls open on
its own axis of gravity and the
mirror reveals an empty room
effused with a pall of used smoke,
Like grey mists rising on a moor,
seeking fresh lungs to enbalm.
I am as alone as an unnamed star
travelling the furthest reaches of space
Categories:
effused, anger, angst, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
Eclipsed the deep feelings
Ecstatic glory gone
Effected heart dealing
Effused in no soft tone
Ensnared after enticed
Emboweled with cold ice
Emotions slowly diced /
Categories:
effused, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
Enthralled by her presence
I obsessed over her captivating impression
The room became still, as her beauty lingered
My eyes effused by her figure
Pondering on satisfying this craving, this vigorous attraction
I approached this distraction
I remember her alluring scent
Her lips blazing with passion
Yearning to be satisfied, pleading to be wanted
Like a goddess shimmering from above
But with exoticness, the eyes hunted for love
Her shape implored my urges and tempted my thoughts
She arrested my heart
Leaving me restless and distraught
But she responded to my devotion
And soon committed to this emotion
The room now empty and black
Only four barriers caging our impurity
Her shadow amiss the obscurity
Boldly conveyed her infatuation,
Pressing my narcotic fixation
I approached her ablaze with an impish intention
And we fed our addiction, liberating our delicious obsession
Unveiling our sins, and stripping away our innocence
Our level of desire was limitless
Running my hands up her legs
I triggered her sinful aspiration
Heatedly gashing off her clothes
I roughly pressed her against the wall
Pulling her hair as I stared
She did not dismiss
But welcomed the forceful bliss
The ecstasy was raw, as the sweat ran from our pores
She moaned biting her lip
In turn, to suffocate the groans
I grabbed her throat, not to choke
To kiss, so deep, so heavy, so intense
She would forget whose air she was breathing
And at that moment, her satisfaction was present
Relieving the implication, fulfilling this euphoric sensation
The night soon passed, but would our love remain?
Was she destined for my name?
When I awoke the bed was wintry and cold
And to this day
there was never a word, never a word.
Categories:
effused, beauty, desire, emotions, fantasy,
Form:
ABC
Feet
Disseminated storms.
Nothing dismantled
Everything originated.
Lost blossoms,
Birds,trees,seasons.
Spindle body effused
Thunder and lightning.
Afreshed sky and earth.
Gulfs among mankind
Faded off.
World become a
Toy of kids.
Arms throbbed to hug
The dying earth.
Music effloresced
From the quivering.
Childhood devastated.
Youth wanted to mend.
But death, clowned.
Taught loneliness
In fame and furore.
REAL MUSIC TOO.
Categories:
effused, death
Form:
Imagism
fallen clusters of chestnut flowers were imprisoning the entire alley,
serving as a now withering proof of the sky’s anger…
tenderly caressed by some stray raindrops,
still waiting to evaporate,
the flowers were now watching like a swarm of dead butterflies
towards the flood of moonlight bathing them in silver,
as if trying to embroider the nightly shroud slowly veiling them…
she kneeled in front of that painful image of effused fury,
trying to imprint on her retina the last breath of the dying flowers,
knowing it would have been a sin to step over that natural reliquary…
for even if they were now fading,
they looked more glorious in their misery,
than her tired soul, still searching for absolution…
Categories:
effused, sad
Form:
Free verse
She is
sallow-skinned, salacious, seductive beauty,
secure, safely sequestered in seclusion;
sinking, shaking, shattered, submerged
self-contained, self-centered in selfless solitude
she sleeps,
a slip of a slenderized, spindly silhouette
silenced in the stillness of somberness, sinless seer,
savoring simplistic, soothed in shadowy shades of night.
she teeters titillated,
transparent in tranquil twilight,
twinkling tangibility, a trembling in tenacious transition,
thoughtful trepidation, turning trophies to tantalizing treasures.
She exists
exaggerated expose' of effortless excised evenings
effused in embellished effervescent eloquence,
edgy enamored edicts, elated egotistical empowerment,
she wanders wistfully
where the wonders of a whirlwind wanting world waits,
wrapping wordsmithing into whimsical warbled wakings,
wishful wisdom with warm-hearted whistlings of womanhood;
she clutches
coddling childlike care, carvings cast and chastised
in cumulous clouded circles, cohesive cycles
of confident contented cerebral communion;
she dances
drifting in decreed danglings, dark, dangerous, delicious
purple plagued palettes of perceptive pewtered perfection
lavender lust, listless languishing lucid, luminous lilies,
there at last, she finds
inner evolution, deepest peace, lasting rest
and so
she sleeps within her dreams.
Categories:
effused, allegory, word play,
Form:
Personification
Sunshine effused into my cup,
nebulous…with vanilla silk.
Stir-and-sip splendid sunrise.
Murkiness vanishes, supplanted
by cheeriness and clarity.
1/31/2022
Categories:
effused, drink,
Form:
Free verse
"The ego within forced me to resist,
But now I wish I had effused a love mist,
With aplomb and flair, just kind of left it there,
For self-aware souls passing by, who choose to pair."
Line of Inquiry_ Unseeking Seeker
When my true love died this heart broke,
I withdrew from life and all love;
and from his grave my true love spoke,
in dreams came from heaven above.
Many times I could have loved but,
when my true love died this heart broke;
''I wish I had'' this love bond cut,
spending life under a dark cloak.
When meeting a man I just choke,
wishing I could take that first step ...
when my true love died this heart broke,
and for new love lost I have wept.
But, then I found the courage- strength,
though in the dark night my tears soak;
will keep new love- give up lament ...
when my true love died this heart broke.
Categories:
effused, age, lost love, old,
Form:
Quatern
Painting by Scottish painter "Peter Doig". One of the most well-known contemporary figurative artists. In the Magic Realism style, this artwork is titled 100 Years Ago.
muted shades of grey
clad in a fearful ruby
in a state of lucidity
dwelling inside his gloom
the surge of echoes
outlining melodies
a point made of obsidian
eyes devoid of spirit
darkened crevices
crows rubbed me bare
your boat is ruined with red blood
effused of victim's body.
the sea won't reflect you
Diss your curse
the sun has faded
your stained aura
the solitary light now.
written: May 27, 2022
7th contest place
A Brian Strand PREMIERE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
http://www.artnet.com/artists/peter-doig/canoe-island-a-42CcWSGhw1gqyXCWSIDnOg2
https://www.wikiart.org/en/joaqu-n-sorolla/church-roncal-stairs
Categories:
effused, analogy, appreciation, art,
Form:
Ekphrasis
Like a mountain-daughter you descended
From a peak! I opened up my eyes—
Broken was my meditation!
A face pristine I beheld-- what a purity!
Dazzled with unblemished divine rays
Under a sky of many sparkling stars
Your unsullied soul overwhelmed me
Like a glacier slowly glides along its path
With the chorus of murmuring wind,
From my deep heart I beseeched you—
O my beloved, leave me not in
My broken meditation!
Your sweetest name I cherished and
Uttered silently—
You were a goddess, a chaste, an ascetic virgin!
In your eyes I saw a gleaming lustrous thrill,
A deep pain of love melted there,
So pleasing it was to my eyes!
As if through ages you loved me
With plethora of devotion!
O dear, my nirvana I achieved,
Your cool-compassionate light effused
Upon me, I glimpsed a supreme epitome!
Categories:
effused, devotion,
Form:
Romanticism