Best Evoke Poems
Pour your heart out, let it flow.
Like a river's torrent, let it go.
On your bare arms let it glow.
Let its rhythmic pulse show,
that you really, truly, deeply can bestow
pure, stark, emboldened emotions all aglow.
With heart exposed, a sleeve gateau.
Breath love into me
Enter my world just us two
Evoke the passion
Let us rise and fall as one
Finish what we have begun...
Farther than the semi-dark hickory hill,
clouds gather over the picturesque valley
of this vast region engulfed by a chill...
as misty rain comes to evoke spring's beauty!
Its gently pelting raindrops slowly quench the trees' thirst,
flowers return to life...it hasn't rained in fourteen weeks;
morning and noon with only sun and no soothing breeze...
Nature was too arid and farmers expected the worst!
Fall, warm raindrops, slowly fall until late evening
to make room for a clearer sky with an ascending moon;
will only lovers await nightfall while those crickets croon?
Rejoice gleaming roses...your petals will overjoy the living!
Finally the whitest moon reappears into the Heavens,
it will not miss another night and lovers who'll feel dilly;
why did it wait behind clouds as misty rain came to evoke spring's beauty?
Oh, let those moon rays reach me and make this motionless body dance!
Evoke Versus Invoke and Provoke
Sometimes we will on occasion invoke
With the final result being to evoke
Going against grain;
And being a big pain;
If opposed a person this will provoke.
Jim Horn
Joke Did Evoke
Remember when I told a joke
And much humor it did evoke
But without a I doubt
After being worn out
Cut my chord and did croak.
Jim Horn
The dull and bare farmland
speaks with sad murmurs,
seeming laments of lost harmony;
the naked trees' branches are cathedral's spears
vertically pointed to a Heaven
that's not complacent but echoes
with an air of startling silence...
suggesting that God is absent and rests
in the realm of timeless eternity,
while Nature below is as helpless
and contemptuous as an unhappy human!
The peach-faced wanderer carries his enormous grief
as a weight, have his wrinkles widened and his steps
diminished in the agility of movement during Fall?
He loves Naturel and the spectacle of the changing leaves
as he paints the idyllic landscapes on small canvas;
only then he finds tranquility, purpose, and relief
observing sailing boats by a steep cliff,
watching foaming waves break and roll!
Shy violets show their adorable purple petals
dripping with dew, they wish it would rain
to keep them moist attracting butterflies and bees;
will they die from the drought and begone soon?
Amid the sadness, there's also a joyful song about wine,
it's not the usual robin warbling from a branch for pride...
hear the robust voice of that farmer returning home hungry and tired,
carrying a bucket of red grapes with a sweetness that is unrivaled!
Doesn't the late evening evoke sadness,
that feeling that many seem to express...
when all quietens down and every bell chimes
to set heavenly music to a poem that rhymes?