Best Enkindle Poems
The trill under the
morning star
rings out a gusto
and vivacious song.
Oh! Sweet merle your irrepressible melody
defies all that is logic, the chill piercing morning
still only an infant, barely the time
to receive the accolades of sunrise.
Yet here lays the deepest frost
a cold front that sleeps not
driven upon a tempest,
from the ice continent
across the Southern Ocean,
does not discourage
you, your performance
bequeath daily, a spirit
of freedom, played out
to an enkindle audience.
Your act of unique tenderness,
drifts along to all that would listen,
a gift-wrapped sonata, in this,
a night shift world.
Each morning
gently you
succour nature
from her temporal
sleep, akin to the lone
Bugler at his post
your reveille to
each brand-new day.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
Categories:
enkindle, nature,
Form:
Free verse
The Spruce trees formed a double sentinel
Along a path that seem to lead to nowhere.
The sky was dark with heavy clouds
As the two lovers trudged along the path,
Towards their meagre and poor abode.
Occasionally they would stop and kiss,
As if they could enkindle some kind of warmth.
Yet the blizzard had no pity on them.
They tried to hurry before rain began,
Still an occasional drop would fall
Wetting their threadbare clothes.
Soon they arrived and just in time
As rain began to pour and mingle with the snow.
Inside was frigid and quickly they changed
Into warmer clothes. The man lit up the last few logs
Whilst she searched for some bread and cheese.
How dejected they felt as the fire crackled
Hoping they’ll get the warmth they needed.
Outside the blizzard roared and still they felt cold.
The sound of wolves were heard and fear Increased.
They tried to close the windows and doors.
Alas they ignored the fireplace as warmth was no more.
The next day they were found huddled on the sofa.
They needed warmth no more.
Categories:
enkindle, storm,
Form:
Free verse
What Colour?
What colour are the oceans?
On warm summer days the oceans are crystalline blue, with bright streaks
Of ivory flouting on the crest of each wave just before it crashes down
Into total oblivion!
And what colour are the mountains that enkindle a dying sun?
The mountains are bright red, like a burning ember in the flame
Of fire off our multimillion mile star, as it slowly dips to rest
Till the morning!
Oh what colour is a new born child?
A child holds the beauty of youth in colours that span the years of its parents
Age, until the greying colour of passing seasons takes away the child in us all.
And what colour is the moon above us?
In late fall the moon flickers in shades like lucent charcoal as it slowly cools,
Then turns to black!
What colour are our hopes, what colour are our dreams?
Nevermore are our hopes mixed in the colour of our dreams, for in wake our
Soul equates the mind for a second then is gone.
And what colour stands for the worth of our lives?
The motionless quiet waits silent, bound between colors more radiant than our past
But still more mysterious than our future
By M. Norton
The motionless quiet waits silent, bound between colours more radiant then our past
But still more mysterious then our future
By M. Norton
Categories:
enkindle, imaginationchild, moon, mountains,
Form:
Narrative
autumn's palette colours fauna and flora - amber and brown shades spread
golden flames too timid to enkindle - last rose turns rusty from red
tears of mercy bleed from heaven's garden - dewdrops drip on naked thorns
clouds compose in charcoal clumps of miserable gloom - chill in the air
in the silence of mute birds - flock of feathers emigrate - meadows sleep
moon shivers in lonesome polluted horizons - darkness veils daylight
morning frost shrouds evergreen foliage - icicles and iced cobwebs
inhale arctic zephyrs from blustery breeze - breathe out white bitter breaths
gently nature expires leaving a trail of decay - kingdom of death
Categories:
enkindle, angst, autumn, nature,
Form:
Monoku
By Humber in a drowsy afternoon,
When for my love long lost alone I pin’d,
My heart itself did sing a saddest tune
For woeful swain I was to be destin’d.
And I in pain then lov’d this timid croon,
That disposition of mine redefin’d
Against the verdure that beside had grown,
And yon bare land where Autumn crops been mown.
Th’ immediate surface expos’d a tiny fish,
And came thereon somewhence his entire train,
That blur’d my eyes, did vision diminish;
In azure ripples solace I did gain.
And every bird that flew out of his niche
Demulc’d mine ears that on the bank had lain.
I think of her and of the friends that me
No more confront and give me company.
My head upon a tufted ground takes rest,
And sees the pallid clouds stoop’d from above
To obfuscate the Sun that veers towards West;
These equalise the woe of futile love,
Thus empathise with youthful mind deprest,
And slothful healing thereto do they serve.
And lo the Hills! whence wafts the coolest breeze
The sole wanderer’s weary limbs can please.
The Lark so tiny that a blob he seems,
For he hath sor’d in unrestrained joy;
And scoffs the pensive man by blithesome whims,
That his gay mind with exultation cloy;
Flutters his wings ‘neath sudden Phoebus’ beams,
That through the pregnant clouds have found their way,
Like beams of Hope enkindle morbid heart,
O lucid Stream, now jocund as thou art!
(Theme--Oblivious)
7th May, 2017
Categories:
enkindle, nature,
Form:
Ottava rima
Welcome 2017
2016;
A year of tribulations and blessings
Bring in an end to the tribulations with a new dawn
Dawn of a new day, a New Year, and many more to come
With scents of new roses before me with the new sun
Blessings to carry on
I choose to wear pure white and unwrinkled
Leaving the raven shadows behind with no fear
Fearing not the welcoming light at the end of the tunnel
Tunnel opens;
For
I have the warmth of the sun to enkindle
Clearing the way with one step in front of the other
Wave goodbye to the end of 2016
Enliven 2017
12/31/2016
Categories:
enkindle, change, life, new year,
Form:
Free verse
What Colour?
What colour are the oceans?
On warm summer days the oceans are crystalline blue, with bright streaks
Of ivory flouting on the crest of each wave just before it crashes down
Into total oblivion!
And what colour are the mountains that enkindle a dying sun?
The mountains are bright red, like a burning ember in the flame
Of fire off our multimillion mile star, as it slowly dips to rest
Till the morning!
Oh what colour is a new born child?
A child holds the beauty of youth in colours that span the years of its parents
Age, until the greying colour of passing seasons takes away the child in us all.
And what colour is the moon above us?
In late fall the moon flickers in shades like lucent charcoal as it slowly cools,
Then turns to black!
What colour are our hopes, what colour are our dreams?
Nevermore are our hopes mixed in the colour of our dreams, for in wake our
Soul equates the mind for a second then is gone.
And what colour stands for the worth of our lives?
The motionless quiet waits silent, bound between colours more radiant then our past
But still more mysterious then our future
By M. Norton
Categories:
enkindle, naturechild, moon, mountains,
Form:
People die for no good reason
neither they kill for any good one
Endless animosity we spread through the world
And all we just do are vying for the most precious gold
Christ's love we just seem to ignore
Extending our interests to only those worldly
things we want to explore
Pray, that's what I always do
Enkindle our hearts O God,
not to be drowned by our bravados
As I utter this prayer fervently,
I also wish that peace would come true
Change our hatred to love and let us get through
Endlessly, I hope of this special wish,
let there be peace.
Categories:
enkindle, peace, world,
Form:
Acrostic
Because of
A connection with life is a breath of survive
Sooner or later destination is wide
Float in the sky or loom for next birth
No demand will be ascertained there
So to say you will have died.
Miracle is only your shadow which you rear in mind
See how an inanimate engine
Soars up high in the sky
With a plan, with support of sketched line
Escape with sigh because there is human’s eye.
A surety of reach, an accuracy of enkindle in search
Sensational within the oval realm an inquisition for survive
An unknown place surrounded by enormous ocean wide
A belief of understanding and humanity with vie.
Complexity wide wide because you are alien guy
Try mixing everywhere and put demand without shy
Yours need for survive tackle with open air
Ultimately struggle with time and will not be ruled out
A connection with life is a breath of survive.
14/09/2014/
Categories:
enkindle, adventure, computer, encouraging, humorous,
Form:
Blank verse
Let tonight be red,
red as a glowing conflagration usually is.
As a fiery meteor crashes upon the earth,
so these argent moonbeams kiss your eyelids,
and enkindle the fire of concupiscence,
which, for me,
is more psychedelic than the lunar bliss.
In you I observe my microcosm;
the sleek plateau of your forehead is
covered with silken strands of hair which
resemble the numerous tributaries of Nile.
Let me bathe in your scarlet cherries—
those lips whose waves are as graceful as
the breakers of Florida.
Tonight is short; before the vapoury clouds
blur the moon, let us explore
the mystic alleys of love; let the moon
teach us the craft of hallucination–
delirious sacred love, devoid of sanity
and composure, floats on the turbulent
current of Atlantic, without a destination.
Can we forget the bounds of superego?
Transcending the stagnation of mind and soul,
take me all the way with you,
to the utopian paradise, that we may
resemble the first parents of mankind
before they were unashamed of their nakedness.
And you, my Eve,
with you I crave to savour
the senses, the gustatory exhilaration.
Thus with the language of silence,
ah, singe our desire, gifted by God,
without transgressing His mandate.
Close your eyes, fade into an inebriated trance;
from the burnt ashes of love, a new Phoenix will rise.
26th February, 2020
Categories:
enkindle, passion,
Form:
Free verse
Butterflies-Competition
(Mosaic Butterflies)
Behold! Sunny spots sprayed on
Filigreed ebony wings
Encaged in
A golden frame.
An artistic delight!
Didst the cruel hands
That caught
The sacrifical victims's soul
Not get painted
With Psyche's
Multi coloured hues?
Thou dainty aery winged breath
I doth know thou flappest
Thy beauteous wings
Restlessly fluttering from one
Radiant bloom to another
Sighing but for the
Sweet nectar of
Thy amorous Eros.
But hark! Appease thy
Love lorn passion for
Bountiful honey yet
Shut thine eyes to
The beauty of flowers
They not be thy Amor
Who sleeps in
The deepest of slumbers
Ignorant of his Psyche
Being wafted into beguiling hands
For mortals to enkindle
Her peerless beauty
To be mounted on
Mosaic beds for museums.
SIXTH
Balveen Cheema
August 12, 2015
Categories:
enkindle, butterfly, flower, love, sad,
Form:
Classicism
Outside, Lucifur the cat curls up under the heat lamp and sleeps
until you can feel hot bones through fur and skin. She's a heat-
seeking missle, as much as Jennifer is forever flashing too hot.
But on coldest nights wood is split, fire is lit and we three cozy
up, chatting and purring around the potbellied wood stove. We
daren't replace it with an air-tight, since Gramps bequeathed us
his potbelly just before he died and turned stone cold.
Kindle, enkindle,
Ignite light on winter's night --
Add fuel to flame.
Written Nov. 7,2015 by Doug Long, for scott thirtyseven's Haibun Freestyle - Poetry Contest. Copyright (c) 2015 by 2815699 Canada Inc.
Categories:
enkindle, cat, family, night, winter,
Form:
Haibun
O thou , the sacred hymns of leaves!
Who play their silent tunes on earth°
Those deepest wounds that time can't heal
They may be healed by thy grey breathe
O Thou the charmer! I Thee saith
Thou second name of vale of death
The boats of leaves in lakes that float
They singth in autumn winds with glee
O lady Fall in Thy wood boat!
The hues of dawn and dusk board free
Peasants in their fields are working
In Thy richly harvest season
Birds in shades and scents are lurking
Coldish nip of thine is reason
Cuckoo sings in blooms of poppies
Magic magic in his lyres
O Thou mighty Autumn season
Singing birds are Thy live wires
Leafless trees as guard of Eden
Standing by the townlet channel
Lakes with reddish sedge are laden
See in awe them, ocean fanal
Leaves are red as beacons fire
All they fly on marsh and mire
Autumn sweet, Thy breath enkindle!
Lamps of shrines and scent between them
Planes of sky on earth they dwindle
In the fleets of leaves, Thou see them
Kiss they earth and fell they wailing
Then they fail as I'm failing!
In the yards and green they flying
Kiss They clouds and fell then dying
Woodland lass by hut is sobbing
While my Ruth is picking cotton
Shadows all come veiled and leaden
With Thy puffs and gusts O Autumn!
Sheaves of grain with eyes laden
On the golden grass they lying
Robins singing, birds are chirping
Winds in Heath and green are whistling
In The temp of nature goddess
Sat and heave all kneeling Autumn
Autumn queen with wind Thou singth
Yarns of olden days on lyre?
In the world such hues thou bringth
Which set hearts of all on fire
Autumn queen in breathe of thine
Blooms are withering bird are whistling
Soul of earth mingling with Mine
Walks on ways as I'm walking
Categories:
enkindle, beautiful, blessing, color, day,
Form:
Rhyme
fréolic chocolate-branches form upon
meadows beyond the tessellated glass
of my home. Whither upon meadows who's
horizon meets with the fading sunset;
translating to nights of bright creations
who fall out of gravity in flames to
enkindle Nostradamus prophecies.
Osier you hold the key to the roots.
Without you, who is the fruit tree to
appreciate for the reaped blossoms;
Oh, Grana Double Tree.
Thy poise divides on the
Myrtle balance of my
lands. Dynamic as the
Mediterranean.
Categories:
enkindle, appreciation, imagery, inspiration, night,
Form:
Free verse
Nocturnal Thought
Cold the night when anger grows
And holds us to our darkest desires,
For concealed is a passion of life and death
Inspiring nothing, expressing nothing!
Give blessing to the thunder of the sound of the sea
As we behold the worth of its breadth,
While who can see nocturnal things?
And ponder the age of a star
That glittered a million years ago
Redemption is hard when emotion fails
When it is lost between religion and creation,
Still truth is abandoned when justice is lost
Replaced by the injustice of lies!
Still slowly came the shafts of light
To enkindle the birth of morning,
While coolness held a summer frost
Hopeless, disregarded,
Ignoring the passing of night
By m.norton
marklnorton@shaw.ca
Categories:
enkindle, introspection
Form: