Best Fleeting Poems
Fondly He crawled into her night
and pressed a kiss upon her cheek
Through skylight glass He watched the stars
counting her fervent fleeting dreams.
Her dreams He owned and love bestowed
in pleasant walks of ocean bliss
He knew that girl that lay in bed
yearned only for his seeking lips
All thoughts of her in want of him
without a limit, reason , or gain
Had filled his stomach with fireflies
A moon-glow burning in molten flames
Those intense flames He had to bury
Never to feel her long embrace
At early dawn He has been gone
with one last glance upon her face
Fondly She crawled into his night
and pressed a kiss upon his cheek
Through skylight glass She watched the stars
then once-again entered his sleep.
Inspired by the oldie song by Lobo -Baby I'd love you to want me...
Dear moment, this moment, this small little moment,
Do you know how important you are?
Do you know how you’re a part of me, moment,
How you’re the biggest moment by far?
You’re my big little moment, in this moment of time,
You’re the best little moment to find,
And I wish we could chat but I see that you’ve gone,
Disappeared to the back of my mind.
25th April 2017, never submitted in any contest, except this for Silent One :)
Awarded a 1st
I saw her sitting in a wheel chair,
crippled, mute and almost hairless,
over pumped with chemotherapy,
and aged more than she really was.
Yet I prefer to remember the one date
we had a long, long time ago.
Oh how she laughed that day
as we swam in a lonely bay,
stumbling on the wet sand,
tumbling and turning, the white grit
covering our bodies, infiltrating our suits.
Finally we jumped into the sea, dived down
to bathe amongst sea horses and anemones,
and kiss beneath the shimmering surface of the sea.
Later that night we danced to soft music,
gorged on the sweet smelling bar-b-q piglet,
and drank homemade sweet wine.
Not for you, my mother said, and I was mad.
But mum was right. Soon my date married,
had four delightful girls, till she escaped with them
and with a rich man to another place, another state,
until ill fate struck. And seeing her thus disabled,
tears welled in my eyes, not only for what she had become,
but most of all, for what she could have been.
Alas I will never forget…..
Stormy winds swing canopies of trees
Swaying dark shadows upon my reverie
Glimmering through forest-green leaves
Sunlight filtered by cumulous clouds
As raindrops pitter-patter on sidewalk
Drenching instincts ambling in the park.
Sun-rays soon flicker, as rain-clouds part
Spreading golden dust on cobalt-blue sky
Intermittently oscillating light and dark
Floating breezy patterns on emerald grass.
The multi-hued sky then picks up my vibes
As charming horizon evokes your smile.
The voice I hear, speaks to me so softly
First time ever, it greets me with a kiss
Holding my posture, I sprint for a glimpse.
But there's no one, for no one there was
Except the chatter of agitated bird calls
Warning of danger from a lone stranger
Conjuring daydreams in fleeting rainstorm.
August 26, 2018
Placed first--End of August standard contest by Brian Strand
Clad in flowing purple
Like a full-bodied
Cabernet Sauvignon
She vanishes into the
Shadows of the night
While I stand alone,
Dreamily savouring
The lingering aftertaste
Of her aromatic kiss.
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© September, 2018
Inspired by RS
The glass once lucid
now deflects glow differently.
A chuckle clenched in the wind,
blanching and flaming.
Where were we?
Footprints echo, retreat, advance
sagging floor, missing nails.
Not long enough--
like a wheeze folding in and out,
a beam of light held in a still moment.
Sagging floor, nails missing,
steps forth, then retreat.
Where were we,
blanching and flaming,
a chuckle loosed in the wind—
now the glass, no longer lucid,
deflects the glow differently.
I could chisel my love into a mountain
But mountains errode away
If I carved my love in solid ice
It would only last a day
I could write my love up in the sky
But the wind would soon displace
I could write my love into a book
But letters can be erased
I could shout my love into the air
Sound waves expand and fade
I could sing my love in melody
A fleeting serenade
I could express my love with a simple glance
Even though my eyes can't see
For if they could, I'd have realized
That you do not love me.
The slow weathered drip of life falls restrained
As years turn and decay begins to show
Time is met in memories self-contained
Disappearing ghosts from the mind's window
A child on a cloud of imagination
Wondrous worlds lost and yet to create
A young man wearing shoes of freedom found
Chasing after love to impersonate
A time bandit, stealing cherished moments
As its payment has cost the skin to gray
Broken into years of passing segments
The sleeping night, the entrance to the day
How quick it all has been, time's fleeting sense
When the last drip falls, my death will commence
9/2/16
Each season breathes a fleeting sigh,
Spring bestows gifts of renewal
Leaving blooms before its goodbye
Summer sizzles with warmth and zest
We lose ourselves in its blue skies
Finding relaxation and rest
Autumn then sets the trees ablaze
And brings a chilling wind our way
In winter, snowflakes catch our gaze
10-23-2020
Writing Challenge - Tercets Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
dragonfly darts past
sun shimmers rainbows on wings
brief ripple on pond
Longing for solace, for peace,
Within this world of hostility,
Late at night it is found,
for a fleeting moment,
An ephemeral glimpse of eternal strength
Beneath the lofty arching canopy,
She lingers, she listens,
Be still
Emerging through the tranquility,
singing surrounds her
In the darkness,
Thrusting branches yawn, and stretch, and cry
The luminous moon casts laced shadows across her path,
Leaping and swirling like a pool of dancing jasmine,
She lets the night air envelope her,
In a cocoon of serenity,
She is safely spun,
betwixt whispering winds and silvery silken threads of moonlight
She is at peace,
She has found her home,
But then,
By the slanting light of a dewy morning,
The window into this world of balance and harmony,
Is once again sealed….
No words can bring to life the fleeting ghost of you.
You haunt my empty hours; there’s nothing I can do,
for if you think of me, I guess I’ll never know.
And how you made me thrill, no words can ever show.
4/21/2019
For Line Gauthier's Bite Size Poem #35 Poetry Contest
Sweet Spring just knocked upon my door and now it’s mid-July.
I’m jealous of each passing hour since I told her good-bye.
Youth stays for just the shortest while and then it's claimed by age.
Before the last is written on, we've turned another page.
As that most precious gift of time is grudgingly allotted,
The story of a life could end, long before it's plotted.
No man owns so many days that one day should be wasted.
No matter quality of wine if it is not tasted.
Now's the time of life when I appreciate the flavor
Of each day as it arrives, ere it is gone forever.
Great beauty did Rose have since that time when
she poked her head out and beheld the sun,
which had been helping her to grow and then,
she noticed in her bed there was no one
except for her! For a brief moment, Rose
was all alone, a queen who stood with grace
with her crimson hue and in sweet repose,
enticing bees that circled near her face,
taking nectar from petals’ base. Aglow,
Rose loved being desired . . . but now has come
wilting time. Her blossom tears – unseen – flow.
A flower’s reign is fleeting, and no bees’ hum
will Rose now hear. One floral leaf lets loose.
As the petal falls, she knows she’s lost her use.
On a cloudless, sapphire sky afternoon, frosty and cold,
Yesterday's snowflakes sparkle, awash in sunshine gold,
Redbird sings from its powdery tree, on the white lawn,
With deepest of regrets, that all the flowers have gone.
Scarlet sunset will be coming soon, red roses in the sky,
The golden hands of the clock, always lead to goodbye.
Laughter from a distance, there is sledding on Plum Hill,
Just a short amount of time, from pearl moonlight thrill.