Best Feigns Poems
Part I: Ice
He shines like silver midnight moon -
cool marble statue, this tycoon.
And though he makes the ladies swoon,
of ice he’s hewn; of ice he’s hewn.
He’s poker-faced and can deceive
competitors and can achieve
most anything, but can’t conceive
of Genevieve, of Genevieve.
Like Neptune, distant from the sun -
relationships he chose to shun.
He thought the search for love was done.
He has no one; he has no one.
Now love’s allure has come his way.
What will he do? What will he say?
Will he grab hold, beg love to stay,
or let it stray? Or let it stray?
Part II: Fire
This dragoness disguised in lace -
passion’s flower with angel’s face,
precisely picks the time and place
each dream to chase, each dream to chase.
Like ink the color red, she stains
the hearts of those whose love she drains,
and then she leaves when naught remains
No lust she feigns; no lust she feigns.
And now there’s one who would suffice.
For him alone, she’d sacrifice
her everything, so he of ice
she must entice, she must entice.
So Genevieve now strikes the flame.
Will man of ice his love proclaim?
Beneath her fire and his cold frame,
they’re both the same. They’re both the same.
Categories:
feigns, dream, fire, love, lust,
Form:
Rhyme
A teal twilight inks cobalt silhouettes
while distant stars unveil their twinkling lights.
And shadows slink forth, melding with the night,
as a setting Sun feigns a scarlet death.
Pink clouds cluster at the horizon's edge,
garnering shades of cerise and purple.
And daylight shrinks to a brindled aura,
reflected in rusty crystals of ice.
Dusk weeps dewdrops, yet grieves to no avail,
as darkness dims, the last lingering light.
And brisk breezes whisk heat away in gusts,
eerily chilling both body and soul.
Long skeletal fingers anchor the sky
to a lone tree rooted in ebony.
And a marshmallow moon appears snagged,
in the netting of its velcro branches.
Creatures of the dark stir from sleep's slumber;
in the wake of a slowly sinking Sun.
And where silence rules, sound bends to its will,
all but a cricket's haunting, piercing shrill.
Categories:
feigns, nature,
Form:
Blank verse
Blossom
Enchantment
Does my heart yet beat?
Beg you - listen close, for I cannot
I fear it has halted its inexorable drum
Swallowed, as I, by the depths of your gaze
Brown - dark as black, against a dazzle of perfect ivory
I plunge your eyes headfirst with abandon - swimming deep
Submerged in immaculate sensuality and coy allure, thus
Is there any such elegance amidst Heaven's throng?
Did the Gardens of Babylon hide such a bloom?
Be there any such symmetry and polish
That feigns to measure your eyes?
Pray thee, for my selfish sake
Do not yet blink them
For I could not bear
Their absence.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Eyes" Poetry Contest, Anthony Slausen, Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Contest 385 Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.
Categories:
feigns, beauty, passion, senses, sexy,
Form:
Free verse
Tho' I am but the sparrow's twining strains
The palette and the pen of whisp'ring souls
I'm sweeter, still, if dashed upon the shoals
Or bleeding from the hem of day's remains
Tho' I may weep from all a scoundrel feigns
For what each soldier's dying breath extols
It's grander, even, morning's meadow rolls
As spindrift, tossed upon the grassy plains
Oh, I am found the coursing thru all things
As warm within your veins, as sunset's sky
My constancy, to love and swoon and hate
To stir in hopes or see what passion brings
So guard me, close, or open me and cry ...
I'll bound and thrum and patiently ... await.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Open Me First" Poetry Contest, Craig Cornish, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
feigns, analogy, appreciation, heart, life,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
Perhaps I’m facing pogonophobes?
Apparently wore the wrong face.
Age-hardened wiry wisps forge
post-pubescent platemail -
protect strangers
from my truest fleshy pores, protect me
from the xenophobes of the Winter Conference.
It’s all pitching and coffee breaks
In a hall too grand for these meager mergers
Silent hecklers - likely clean-shaven -
likely Twitter-blasting about
an awkward pitch
and bitterness.
A beard grows opacity over my ebullient disinterest,
feigns sophistication amidst sophists,
and harbors microbes – an entire ecosystem –
Bored, I wonder;
Do they hold conferences as well?
Share stories around a follicle?
How uncomfortable
the itch of capitalism,
This profit pilgrimage
huddles us together
for that sickness to spread.
Free meals, networking with the estranged -
connect vacuously over downed drinks
and political action.
Shallow words spread thick
on the biological superhighway
bacterium feast freely.
The Winter Conference;
a microscopic windfall.
CONTEST ANNOTATION:
I’ve attempted to employ alliteration (‘post-pubescent platemale’), ambiguity (‘…for that sickness to spread’), double entendre (‘free meals’ and ‘bacterium feast freely’), imagery (‘my truest fleshy pores’, ‘Age-hardened wiry wisps’), paradox (‘ebullient disinterest’, ‘networking with the estranged’), and parallelism (‘likely clean-shaven – likely Twitter-blasting’). Not sure I’ve nailed every aspect of these devices - love the contest format as a way to force us in new directions!
Categories:
feigns, business, people, sick, society,
Form:
Free verse
......for Clark
Thoughts are more sure-footed at
Low tide, those he meets along the way
Are often stationary....sometimes stuck,
With a helpful curse, a hand reaches out,
Feigns retreat, chuckles and spares another
Mucklucker from the landsharks,
Towards sundown, God provides,
A daily dose of thanksgiving squeezes between
Epitaphs, well earned....
No bearing, the sea, nor desired, but the gems
Left behind sparkle forever,
Mental health central,
A
Moveable
Feast
10/4/14
Categories:
feigns, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
As dusk inks ebony skies,
stars unveil their timid light.
And a bleeding sun feigns death;
as shadows merge with the night.
Cotton-candy clouds cluster;
edged in magenta and grey.
And as night's curtain descends,
darkness dims the edge of day.
Merging with body and soul;
myth and reality meet.
And fairies sprinkle dewdrops,
to cool the lingering heat.
Creatures of the dark awake;
to a world that's very still.
And silence screams its loudest;
as Nature bends to its will.
Categories:
feigns, beauty, imagery, nature, night,
Form:
Quatrain
Tethered by life's boundless gyre;
doltish in the headlong plunge.
Swirling in its turbid mire;
mock demur feigns to expunge.
Inchoate thoughts swell pathos' rosters;
errant guides whose hack beguiles.
Pay scant regard to such impostors;
debar with glee their rueful smiles.
Then peerless grow your firm resolve;
abjure ego its tumescence.
Ascend the arc and thus evolve;
render glacial your senescence.
Else succumb as prisoner of your thought;
Fashioned into something you are not.
Categories:
feigns, character, life,
Form:
Sonnet
A dim lamp flickers
by the side of her cold bed.
She shivers slightly
draped in sheets of red satin,
anticipating
the light touch of hands on skin,
warm breath on bare nape,
lips that brush her slender neck.
She shivers slightly
as the clock starts striking twelve.
Her heart beats faster.
Footsteps; the wooden door creaks.
She shivers slightly.
Holding her breath...she feigns sleep.
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Contest: Midnight Poetry
Sponsor: Nathan D.
Placed 6th
Categories:
feigns, imagery, night,
Form:
Verse
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Lord forgive me she says she is on that sophisticated wine and dine,
she says her lips are sweet, hips full bliss enough to put your mind at ease.
Damn girl where did you get those degrees.
She feigns knowledge, pledges abstinence but lets loose to the first fool she sees
Then pledges again and lets loose and the cycle continuously, continues in a loop of ignorance.
Strange you are, a woman you are,
so when will you take a stand, and understand your lips and hips...
momentary satisfactions. The ratings of your visage an illusion which fades over time.
Rude... me... no, truthful yes, knowledge is a blessing the king you seek is not
dwelling in the slums in where you hum your tunes
Lord forgive me she says she is on that sophisticated wine and dine,
she says her lips are sweet, hips full of bliss enough to put your mind at ease.
I won't beg, I won't cry so the more power to you girl, cause ignorance is truly bliss
Categories:
feigns, for her, girl, identity,
Form:
Free verse
Captive
Grinning coyly
She feigns timidity
Cunningly knowing fools become
Ensnared
Categories:
feigns, on writing and words,
Form:
Cinquain
The bees buzzed as they always did
and storms receded.
Silence hushed itself inside a shell.
Jackrabbits hopped away from hell
still intoxicated.
The village swarmed with threats.
Honest men could no longer
make their way. Poets payed
their debts for being who they were;
blessed, and afraid.
Wives bled, chasing phantoms in the
snow. "Art's no consolation."
Husbands crept along their spikes
of faithlessness. Rabbits left.
High in space their conscience burrows.
He drags along his skinny guest;
terrific, bleeding & uncouth.
Mercy equates with Obesity -
"Let me bulge and burst my longing!
Make me fatter than the fattest Truth."
A woman yelps, "I like a good romantic"
and so she laughs and feigns forget.
"Be like the constant nights of snow."
But when the orchards raze themselves to bone -
he pays attention to her neglect.
Ponies stall. Apollo's thief was
phony. Hope is tall and all his
hollow follies, "Entertain the queen!"
somehow like a burning house afloat
with sediment & gasoline.
_"Is all my life in vain? The puppets
with their masquerading calls -
do they see me, twisting nettle,
knucklecutted at midnight, precious,
unseen like a fete with no stall?"_
"Ah, but you've met in Life's divining mirror
the very ladder of your beauty's fall.
Yet still in abstinence, still in nothingness
along the ridge of this exquisite loneliness -
crawl."
Categories:
feigns, love, sadme,
Form:
The whole world seems to have gone mad
For the foundations are being destroyed
Evil is called right and good is called bad
Drunken orgies the rage and godliness devoid
Surely His coming must be very near
And this message proclaim every seer
Shootings stabbings killings hearts in fear
Yet many live for the slot machine and beer
Evil is getting more evil still
Entertainment fun and every thrill
Laid aside is Gods purposes and will
The devil frantic and going for the kill
But all is not lost the victory already won
Son of God died on the cross for everyone
Though by the builders the cornerstone shun
He cried it is finished as victory was done
He defeated evil and hells on the run
The keys firmly with God's Son
He arose the third day and brightly shone
The devil defeated and his plans undone
These final days are birthing pains
The angels are fighting and daily territory gains
The devil pretends but his kingdom wanes
He had already lost but still he feigns
Soon to be secured by his final chains
So watch and pray and prepare
Soon the wheat will be separated from the tare
The Son will reign on earth the rightful heir
As God's will in heaven so will it be everywhere
Categories:
feigns, earth, military, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Blight the clouds lowly dispirited feigns,
Despite these regards there belies the shrouds,
In height uncovers the misplaced reclaims,
Ignite, blameless drives of a dove in clouds.
In measured distance or that of life's span,
Of treasured reflections as fawning dawns,
A feathered friend that needs a shepherd's hand,
Unfettered airiness descends chiffons.
An aloof crowned hall grows ever grandeur,
Shall allude facts of dire circumstances,
Can assume, beasts of burden, not dirt-poor,
Ample proof, a slanted roof, mischances.
Grounds, telltale's a flap, wingless warrior,
Sounds, fled coos, eyes unreachable love,
Downs of feathers white o'er once courier,
Pounds the ceaseless cease ... flights anew born dove.
Categories:
feigns, appreciation, bird, death, heaven,
Form:
Lento
Slowly you wind your net
Intent upon a snare....beware
Slyly he comes interest he feigns in your day....
He comments on the weather
While your feet are fixed in a snare
His two edged sword is placed for a quick kill
His mercy is protective of his time
For time is money!!
Categories:
feigns, angst, family,
Form:
Free verse