Best Flakes Poems
In the mirrors of Moirai
kismet and karma kiss adoringly,
unaware of this betrayal they label as life.
In the hallucination we call birth,
words whisper like bitter winds,
composing a metaphorical manuscript,
weaving a quilt of invisible inflictions.
Silent screams serenade in childhood bloodshed,
where no messiah arrived to rectify sins of saints -
so some languish among abandoned souls.
Modern monsters no longer hide beneath the bed,
they feast amongst our freshly prepared banquets.
In a fathomless pit, I'm slaying prosaic demons,
before indigo hues turn ebony -
who are they to destroy my dreams?
I never heard the birds sing
in a playground of lucid lullabies.
I still recall the ghosts of featherless angels,
swaying upon swings adorned in garlands of grief.
Their eternal spirits flickering in silver embers,
evolving into perpetual vessels of reflection.
Confused in a realm of revolving doors,
tarnished paths only withhold wrath,
leaving behind trails of trauma,
where twisted trials lead to disfigured destinies.
Glass hearts only break in battles with burdens,
so our spirits become victim to Medusa eyes.
When each sigh flows like a slow poison,
we search for virgin daffodil dawns,
as distractions to numb the pain.
Fatigued from the battles from
those who rebel against our hearts -
we seek solace from sojourners of invigoration.
Blessed are those who connect with universal harp strings.
Who merge with the sacred aura of music.
Who notice the stars before twilight,
comprehending the glory of sunrise,
as an analogy against adversity.
I was not designed to be a flower,
contained in a snow globe,
covered in ivory flakes when shaken.
I have forgiven the blameworthy,
who are guilty for chaining an inner child,
but I'm still waiting to break free.
Before I waste away and my thorns decay,
ordain upon me the fortune to cradle love -
let me flourish in the field where Rumi's roses bloom.
Categories:
flakes, allusion, analogy, assonance,
Form:
Didactic
Nestled with the glittering elements,
I ponder the immortality of the senses—
my lucidity twirls,
as pirouetting flakes through
sapphire mist amidst cyanic windstorms,
drifting like arctic embers,
towards cerulean twilight skies,
beyond frost covered pains,
littered across glacial clouds that linger,
swirling upon an indigo iced cluster of
topaz teal stars,
enveloping my cobalt soul beneath your
cashmere caress—
we behold the wonder of an
opulent crescent moon,
cradling our kismet love, in
vows of our balsamic destiny, ever
sanctioning icebound purgatories
buried deep in our bones, in
flurry feathered snowfields,
guiding our
souls back home to our halcyon hereafters,
where I’ll sit throned as the
queen of blizzards,
wearing a crown of bleeding splinters.
Categories:
flakes, feelings, hope, love,
Form:
Free verse
flakes dance on glassy shore as jays perch low… trilling heart-frozen cries
In one line (monoku #9) Contest, PD
3/15/2016
Categories:
flakes, bird, song, winter,
Form:
Monoku
Snow flakes
Close your eyes
You see millions of snow flakes begin
to fall down to our heart
See?
As it goes ,
Your sadness , anger , hatred and
desperate feeling are like being covered
with the flakes.
Little by little
Anymore ,
You can never see anything
except for the silver snow
Well ,why don't we stop hating each other
and just stay together?
Please forgive me
We could make it for tonight
Only for tonight
Please see this snow fall
Everything is like just being cured
little by little
You see much of silver snow enough
to make another world
We could build a castle
If failed,
We can do it from the beginning
Since we are not alone
Little by little
You give me power ,
Your smile fulfills my heart with
Joy , happiness and good feelings.
And ,How happy to know that
We can do this together
Please stay with me
We can go further more
changing anything
If failed,
We can do it from the beginning
Since we are together
And Hand in hand
Let's walk in the snow field
Only for tonight
Under the snow fall
Categories:
flakes, children, forgiveness, hope, imagination,
Form:
I love watching the snow fall,
very softly and gently to the ground.
The blanket turns from summer green,
to a blanket of ivory flakes.
Once whiter than white,
now ivory from the soot in the air.
What part do we play,
in this changing world we live in.
For better or for worse,
we all live here together.
Maybe one day the ivory flakes,
will return to the white snow.
Categories:
flakes, green, love, together, uplifting,
Form:
Free verse
Pearlescent specks were sprinkles in a sky
that would have been dark but for the white
of those ivory flakes I saw
twirling so tranquilly down.
Swirls of serenity -
those pearls of the night
filled me sweetly
with delight
before
bed.
When
I woke,
I looked out
my window to
see what night had brought.
While I had been buried
in dreams gone unremembered,
dull barren land of December
lay enfolded pristinely beneath
a beautiful argent eiderdown quilt.
Categories:
flakes, snow,
Form:
Etheree
**This is my attempt at trying to write a nursery rhyme. I think this might be "free verse" but if I am wrong, will someone please tell me where to properly put this poem at.
Arctic wind, arctic wind blow blow blow
Send the flakes a flying snow snow snow.
White flakes, white flakes coming down real fast.
White flakes, white flakes use a snow suite and a mask.
Gray sky gray sky dumps the blowing snow,
Snowballs and snow fights throw, throw, throw.
Gray sky gray sky cancel school you see.
This fills the boys and girls with glee.
**Edit suggestion taken from Andrea Dietrich!
Categories:
flakes, snow,
Form:
Rhyme
not quite
White Christmas,
but that'll do.
'tis the next best thing!
celestial confetti
comes tumbling down
at noon time
generously,
incessantly;
palpable excitement
hangs like hope in the firmament
one of several
children at play
extracts her tongue
waiting;
some did land...
and she squeals with joy!
ah, ivory flakes...
down they come;
tiny alabaster feathers
fluttering d
o
w
n
like maple leaves in Autumn;
darting diagonally,
hullahooping
in the December wind.
Categories:
flakes, children, emotions, imagery, joy,
Form:
Imagism
the snowflakes are falling
like ivory lace created by God
charming, creamy, soothing and precious
gathering on my windows and twinkling
dancing snow crystals icy
tumbling, frosty, fluttering in a sweet ballet
the sound a silvery melodious beat so quiet
(snow drifting in gleaming piles
swirling, whirling, frosty flurries
oh, divine the snow blanket)
pristine the ivory flakes falling in my world
feathery on my hair, cheeks and lips
oh, divine the frozen kiss
sublime are winters butterflies
Categories:
flakes, snow,
Form:
Free verse
cold winter's delight
icicles of flowing art
flakes in slow motion
Categories:
flakes, introspection, nature, seasons
Form:
Haiku
Do you know the self-control that it takes,
To only eat one bowl of Frosted Flakes?
To eat the box is my goal,
So I’ll use a mixing bowl,
And pour on the milk like it comes in lakes.
Categories:
flakes, food, funny,
Form:
Limerick
Snow flakes and Easter lilies scatter the ground
Winter time and Spring time seem to be having a round
Like a game of tug of war each side wants control
Today it was winter who wanted to rock n roll
Tomorrow maybe Spring time will give it a heave ho
Guess we won’t know till tomorrow though
Categories:
flakes, humor, spring, winter,
Form:
Couplet
snowflakes whisper down
covering the once green ground
white carpet for prints
Categories:
flakes, snow, winter,
Form:
Haiku
He can't stop rhyming.
His mind races in cadence and timing.
Writing muses from within,
In both darkness and light, they begin.
Put to paper, in one pen stroke,
No force edits, and none of the hoke.
Modernists may very well blaspheme,
Believing they write, in deeper theme.
Cluttered words, and punctuation on a page,
As if contortion, should serve as the gauge.
A rhyme might accidentally appear,
but only in likeness, feeling quite 'impure'.
A well-known Frosted poet, left readers stunned;
This poem's title may find you, unknowingly punned.
This Flake will write, as his mind dances,
Until proven otherwise, he'll take his chances.
7/26/2017
Relatively new to PS, this first poem tried to poke fun at modernism. I grew up with poems that rhymed. I was surprised by the number of free verse poems and their popularity. Being on PS has allowed me to broaden my idea of poetry. I've learned that Free verse is universal, while rhyming is limited by dialect. The best lesson I've learned is that less is often more. It is surprising how a three, line 20 word poem can say so much. I'm still a rhyming addict...
Categories:
flakes, art, funny, humor, irony,
Form:
Rhyme
The last of first snow’s flakes are falling down.
Lush, rich heaps sparkle opal gems as crown.
Such creamy drifts of bright schemes beam with glee.
Fresh, pure, blank slates of possibilities
Sway silver-lit flakes down dancing in spree.
I long to open my front door and play,
but I am stilled by my own feet to stay;
the fun I may now have in snow frolic
versus ruined pure white, so hypnotic.
Thoughts turn to men with spades and city plows.
I determine my play be brisk and now.
In time, icicles may drip bleak onyx
And man’s snow-ways turn me melancholic,
but today I shall in this snow frolic.
Categories:
flakes, appreciation, beauty, snow,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter