Best Expressive Poems
writing should not become obsessive ~ but should always be expressive
This is
how I see us
A picture-perfect duo
An expressive combination
Look up.
12.19.15
*featured as
"Poem of the Week"
on 01.01.17
Speechless
Beauty of Dress
Beauty of Speechless
Skidding on the Rails
Why? I cannot hear.
I cannot speak.
Like me.
Divergent hole, speechless.
We can dance.
Eat.
See.
But not hear.
I am not too distant.
Nippon Weapon
So what do I say to them?
Dance to it?
Sunshine, Living to the end. Effect of the night.
News of the sword.
Crucify the bad. What are you – a fool?
Of course I am.
TV Actuality.
TV Factuality
Speechless to hear, healthcare.
Black or White, Lips open or closed. Read the magazine.
But I cannot Speak
It is factual
Through my Lips
Mystique petals two
Lovely looks and curiously naughty
Ethereal light shone
Lashes long, rainbow like brow
Glimpse casts a magical spell!!
A nexus of poesies..
innovative feelings in intuitive words
she lived in the shadows of life-
on her ,laughter-lines could find no place
When nouns and verbs disappoint, music whispers in tempos
Reflections of kindness inspires and creates feelings so bright
With sunshine hues stressing choruses through the shadows
Breaking through the darkness which fades into a gentle light
Reflections of kindness inspires and creates feelings so bright
Echoing melodies of rapture, breathing in measures of bliss
Breaking through the darkness which fades into a gentle light
Touching hearts with sensitive fingers and a harmonious kiss
Echoing melodies of rapture, breathing in measures of bliss
Sighing softly in songs of rich and vibrant stars with refrains
Touching hearts with sensitive fingers and a harmonious kiss
Soothing and consoling with charms that energize the remains
Sighing softly in songs of rich and vibrant stars with refrains
Breathtaking ballads murmur faintly through the ready mind
Soothing and consoling with charms that energize the remains
Playing a solo of pure joy which grace, hope and love designed
Breathtaking ballads murmur faintly through the ready mind
With sunshine hues stressing choruses through the shadows
Playing a solo of pure joy which grace, hope and love designed
When nouns and verbs disappoint, music whispers in tempos
Existential graph of
graphical language
Classical narrative
causalities anguish
Expressive instrument
exposing our emotions
Simple and untainted
intuitive senses devotion
There is a glamour to it
a perfection or symmetry
Creative imagination
uncensored chemistry
Breaking free from the
confines of reality
Thoughts give way to
change in time actually
Provoking insight into the
depths of imagination
Standing by ones own
creative narration
Visionary so liberating
and disoriented
Leaving our words
somber or animated
Spectrum of our expressions
gives one a completeness
Permanence of conquest will
never embrace the meekness
There's a language you speak to me with your eyes
I hear their quiet thoughts... oh, how they hypnotize
me when into their boundless realms I dare to stare.
With rapt attention, I listen to them with great care.
In a hurried, harried world I don't want to fall short
of learning when your eyes convey what lies in your heart.
In subtle silent whispers their voice rings loud and clear
revealing your affectionate emotions, things I long to hear.
They glimmer like shining stars when you want romance.
I wonder if my eyes ask yours to join me in a lover's dance.
What a fool I would be to ignore them, and I'd be remiss
not to realize that you long for another passionate kiss.
Such tender looks your expressive eyes channel my way
as if saying to me, "Don't leave me tonight. Please stay,"
They speak what mere words could never begin to express
when emotions flowing within them are like a loving caress.
Your eyes sing in a voice that comes from your heart,
lyrics of a love song that say, "I hope we will never part."
When your eyes are flecked with gold, I hear their desire
and my touch becomes the spark that ignites flames of fire.
When your sweet eyes smile at me, and cheeks are glowing
I acknowledge what they're saying when tears are flowing.
I intently listen as they say your love has no tethered bounds
and the pledges they've given me are made without a sound.
Profoundly, you never have the need to utter one single word
for your eyes proclaim to me the heartfelt messages I've heard.
I listen to unspoken promises from your soul in evocative eyes
and comprehend their meaning without the ruse of a disguise.
An expressive place
A dark forest late at night
Just a torch to see
The path badly overgrown
Looks hopeless yet is calming
Entrant into Black Eyed Susan's "Tanka" contest
12/8/2012
conjuring haiku
short, sweet, tangy, bit spicy;
a toungue in cheek muse
Handmade cards, white, red, and blue.
Made to exchange with our friends.
Some were for Mom and Dad, too.
Hearts were made with ruffled ends,
paper shapes all stuck with glue.
Paper doilies – a great boon –
thin disguise to a rough cut.
Snippets and scraps were all strewn.
Cards folded open and shut.
Fun hours for an afternoon.
Sweet words enclosed within hearts
not rent from stationer’s hand.
A simple poem imparts
Unwavering love’s grandstand.
Innocent, expressive arts.
Each design, solely unique.
Words hand-written from the heart.
A small child’s naïve technique.
Her love poured into each part.
Sealed with a childlike mystique.
With eyes expressive as the morning sea
you looked at me but didn't say a word
A harlequin sun shone forth with glee
and suddenly I fluttered, like a bird.
In the city's darkened veil
Where shadows dance and dreams fail
I search for the ghosts of my past
Echoes of love that didn't last
The midnight skyline stretches wide
A canvas of stars, where hearts reside
I see the silhouettes of what's been
Memories etched, like the city's skin
In this urban wilderness, I roam
A stranger in the night, without a home
Yet, in the darkness, I find a spark
A flame that flickers, a light in the dark
NATURE'S EXPRESSIVE WINTER WONDERLAND
As Summer gives way to cold Winter days
The first snow of the year begins to fall
We watch in awe and the wonderful ways
The children build a big sturdy snow wall
And from its protection lob a snow ball
They play with glee until their mother's call
We sit and watch the children laugh and play
As they toss their snowballs at all their friends
Or glide down the hill riding on their sleigh
We watch as they are flashing joyful grins
And wishing that all the fun never ends
The joy and pleasure a new snowfall sends
But the day finally comes to a close
So it must happen as everyone knows
13 December 2018
For the contest sponsored by Emile Pinet
The active word,
It's the expressive voice
of the truth of life... !