Best Evanescing Poems
after the painting by Vincent Van Gogh
Does she even exist? Doubting her own reality,
seeing herself vanishing in undulating undergrowth,
fading and merging into summer-scorched scenery.
But cold lurks there beneath shafts of sunlight, phallic trees...
He wears the night underneath, a fabric of dark and unease,
his hand heavy upon her arm, silver-tongued charm
smooth as the silver-limbed leafless trees,
disappearing now on a twisting breeze...
Sinuous stems suffocate, writhing and thrashing;
convulsions of shuddering green and yellow.
Enticed ever deeper into flailing flowers,
evanescing into foam of frothing flora...
Did she ever truly exist? It's doubtful.
The flower-frail faceless and nameless
will always be lured and laid, invisible,
dissolving, under bare, phallic trees.
Categories:
evanescing, abuse, dark,
Form:
Ekphrasis
Feet meander through their slow walks
on damp benches along the rotunda ...
an elderly pair grips the stem of their
parasol , inhaling the breath of dusky wisps,
as if the gray of their tresses
holds the seams of hours watching
this evening turn inky blue...
And when the fog releases tangy flavor,
the man closes his eyes with his palm...
and a single tear drips as night becomes
quiet-- in this instance, the wife points
to stars evanescing until they both
relish the glory of seasons owned
through decades crowning their long life.
MARCH 2017 PREMIER CONTEST: Brian Strand
Repost 3/17/2017
Categories:
evanescing, devotion, nostalgia,
Form:
Light Verse
As nightfall wanes over the hills
To trail away, in quietude
My calm eyes watch a hollowed view
Evanescing into dusk’s edge.
Night Silence Contest, Nayda Ivette Negron
6/14/2016
Categories:
evanescing, night,
Form:
Blank verse
Damp evening wanes over the hills
To trail away, so far from sight
My burnt eyes watch a hollowed dusk
Evanescing into the night :
Our deep affection takes a leave
For it’s wartime… and off you go,
While petals drop their silhouettes
Against ache of hours’ afterglow.
My raking breath withdraws from me,
Like raked twilight’s painful behest
When nothing but our love endures;
As seasons drown this empty nest…
TILL your lively voice peals to call,
Igniting wait of ardor's sway--
How immeasurable rapture
Greets evensong and fate, halfway!
~*~
10/1/2017
Love for Movie Screens :A Silent One Contest
Categories:
evanescing, devotion, endurance, love,
Form:
Rhyme
I am an echo of time
A fleeting moment about to end
Where lost horizons mime
And fading dreams defend
Like a decaying dust
A massless mold with endeavor
Like a restless rust
A nuance within the never
I fall into existence
Behold my name
I am the path of least resistance
Searching for where I came
Let me jump into the abyss
Soon you will forget who I am
Will you truly miss?
That I was a hologram!
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July.15.2020
Last poetry contest...
Sponsored by~ Silent One
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
Categories:
evanescing, fate, irony, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Into the evanescing night
Floats hope, now restrained to a dream
Within the edges which incite
Tales clinging unto the extreme :
Russet of summer, ebb of tide
Blows whispers as rainstorm nears
Its last heaving when moons provide,
A bright glint reflecting my tears.
Although long my amble on hills
Time does bestow my earnest bid,
To forgive, a strife from love's chills
Allowing mist to end tight grid--
Old stories drown under seafloor
Through August , warm the hues blending...
For magical is the beam ashore
My heart at peace ...never-ending.
Brian Strand Late Jan 2019 Contest
Not entered in any challenge
Categories:
evanescing, peace, water,
Form:
Quatrain
Across the knoll where fading starlight hangs
On graveyards damp, laying on pleated moss
While row of angels bears the gusty winds;
As evening spreads its thin veil on the ground .
My hands begin to trace each cross on the aisle
Revealing a child’s name, young bones interred
Within the deepened chamber of his tomb,
Enshrined in limestone white...like a pure dove .
That on this foggy glen, a mother kneels
Accompanied by evanescing stars…
Her lips pressed on crystals of prayer beads
Till musings are whispered to a lost son .
Embracing this woman’s grief, I rewind
All memories of my father, long gone;
Beside this crypt, there Dad quietly rests;
Maybe pleased, as I leave garlands for the babe.
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For the Contest: Poetry Writing #1
Sponsor: Broken Wings
12/16/2015
By nette onclaud
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~Blank Verse is poetry that is written
in unrhymed iambic pentameter.
http://www.poeticterminology.net/07-blank-verse.html
* In theory, it consists of ten syllables though 8 or more
syls are accepted.
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~This is one of my favorite forms as it allows me
to combine a rhythmic, flowing pattern in iambic meter
with dash of free-verse style.
Categories:
evanescing, grave, how i feel,
Form:
Blank verse
On the edge of metropolitan midnight
he lays in a breathless silence
rasping the evanescing yesterdays to his windows
both open and locked,
while the unknowing below in stale smoke barrooms,
wait to sear his wounds and retell his life
in putrefied requiem.
Abashed metropolis
echoing of muted voices once adorning the streets
in practiced synthetic ritual,
the vile awash and seeping through asphalt cracks,
the scent of rot, old and new, smattered on old brick edifices
silences the ascending smoke plumes
belched from and within dirtied concrete towers,
the final endeavor from within a dying mans spirit
reaching out to no one
City’s voice wails from the antechamber in darkness
anxieties fracturing the panes amongst the downtown fire
of urban panic
lucidity congealing away within him, kept only in the moment
by metronome dripped medicine
exposing him to his damp streets, dirtied culverts, sewer ditches
chemically induced and maintained.
Fighting for his identity within this sterilized chaos,
whispering for the few of open mind somewhere below the window sill,
quicky stepping onward, over his newsprint life,
calling out one last time
There he lays in cold white sterility,
calling silently to his windows, both opened and locked,
watching his stories catch and fade in the dull humid streetlight
wisped away on steam grate stale winds,
the dying soul, eyes closed, his aged lined face
muddied, scraped, and walked over,
through the grime of progression left on sullied pavement.
Categories:
evanescing, death, loss, mystery, philosophyold,
Form:
Free verse
An evening wanes
over the hills
to trail away,
far from sight...
my eyes observe
a hallowed dusk
evanescing
into the mist,
as clouds are flushed
with hints of rose
lavender,
and mild orange,
that petals drop
bowed silhouettes
into a dreamy
afterglow.
This mystic breath
carries me high,
on twilight's crown--
a quiet ripple
when nothing
but the grace of lull,
ascends through
skyline’s dome...
while my essence
blazes a flow
kindling inner calm;
till dawn greets
eventide...halfway.
Contest of Edward Ebbs
Anacreontic Verse 1
~ Observations of Daily Life
Categories:
evanescing, joy, silence, uplifting,
Form:
Verse
As streak of evening wanes on treetops
I flit away to guard man’s dwellings;
My calm eyes watching a hollowed time
Evanescing gradually into the night:
White- feathered tip carries an olive branch
Sprinkled with dew of hope, of repose
While petals drop their silhouettes
Against the hours’ afterglow.
This mystic presence stirs me high,
Like a Holy Spirit’s godly behest
When nothing but the grace of calm
Descends through heaven’s nest…
Till my wings glimmer to imbue light
Enshrining man inner peace and sway,
As dawn greets my evensong
To celebrate a new day, ever reborn.
Contest: Poetry In An Animal's View
2/8/2017
Categories:
evanescing, bird, peace,
Form:
Free verse
On arrogate life, should one stare so?
Under such gaze, Thanatos peeps thru!
Rained-out vigor streaks pastel of pallor…
Death beckons as the lime does bleed
evanescing color, bleaching to a white
spreading over oak as if Spanish moss
treading, lichen-like, over a tree spent
its tendrils holding in a choking surety
neath a receding eye so dark and worn
yonder-bound already on soul’s destiny…
6/9/22
Categories:
evanescing, life,
Form:
Ode
We do not know
When we say goodbye
Because tomorrow
Only belongs to God in the sky
We do not know
About the last glance
About the last song
Even if we are young and strong
About the last dance
About the deadly arrow
Where it is pointed
We simply don’t know
Even though we are loved and anointed
The last day comes like a flash
The last breath like a dash
Evanescing before our eyes
To bring pain and sadness
Life is a phenomenal mess
God hears our cries
The cries of our brothers and sisters
God hears our prayers
God sees our heartbreaking tears
God sees how we damp and douse the pews
When we walk away
We do not know
When we’ll pass away
We do not know
About tomorrow
We do not know
About the very last day
We do not know
When we say goodbye
If another hello
Will take place under this sky
We simply don’t know
About tomorrow.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to all of us.
We will miss our beloved sister Tania Marissa Joseph Maranhão.
Copyright © April 27, 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Categories:
evanescing, death, eulogy, goodbye, heartbroken,
Form:
Rhyme
Though hued October canopies the earth
I picture you in shadows without mirth
A forlorn gaze nestling on the threadbare wind
While my eyes reflect time which can’t appease
This burst of anguish on one ghastly day.
Beyond pathways, our fervor's demise ends
When lucent nights once imbued harmony:
Yet I roam with you before morn unfolds
Leaving me nameless in kohl of despair.
For Brian Strand: Completely Your Choice (4) Contest
9/8/2020
Categories:
evanescing, break up,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
When I'm unconscious I enter a surreal dream state in which I don't feel real or alive
and when I wake up I feel the same way.
It is hard to distinguish my thoughts and distorted feelings with the ever growing
suffering in me.
Something so simple like relaxing is a chore for me
a mirror opposite of what I want
An opposition in me
stopping me growing
and helping me die.
The tree of me is withering and lifeless
All the leaves have fallen into the mud
I stand waiting to die.
Underneath the soil was once me and my past
But now just an evanescing echo in time
Buried forever
My body disintegrates
like the tree of suffocating souls.
Categories:
evanescing, dark, death, depression, dream,
Form:
My eyes are platinum, an abyss
They reflect the midday sky, a blue relic
I blink back molten metal tears
These garments are loose bleeding petals
They hang like rolls of skin, peeling and shedding
Billowing and sagging a Gothic shape
Black and bright this sight of mine
Shimmering like veils of flaming satin
A glazed, mirrory gleam of invisibility
What of these nerve coils?
This case of absolute lambaste
I haven't a qualm of the raven's hallmark
I alight, steadfast and amiable
Blinking my eyes of evanescing quarters
Upon the ghastly faltering rip tide of Atlantis
A trick, a favorable fancy, a visionary swarming with ivory
It knocked me faint with copious screams
A miracle! It would have killed me!
What sort of jungle gutter has exploded over there?
Unstrung jellyfish kissed by acetylene
Fossils of shame, their death was delicate
I am too pure for this me-lieu
The last Victorian league
A grandiose comet trailing innards of ancient origins
Berries rot under the summer's tombstone
Buried under scant reeds, skinny and dusty
Our folk are braced for eelish lichens
Perfectly violent, shopworn and blemished
Til the pique of all furor does daunt and amaze
The gift of something beautiful, luxurious and annihilating
Where is my well-wisher, the paragon saint?
I've been hoodwinked by the moon-eyes sleuth!
Your death, oh gracious! I'll see it burnt and blood-splattered
I'll remember the Albatross of Atlantis
Home of the Arcadian Devil, tongueless and flimsy
A world of blue vol-ted days in a nostalgic geranium universe.
Categories:
evanescing, imaginationblue, universe,
Form:
Dramatic Verse