Best Float Poems
wooden sea- rafts float
as the hardest beads
the mildest prayers
offer layered dahlias
for Holy Queen's regatta
~ Dedicated to Our Lady of Fatima's 90th Anniversary
POTD/POTW
~ For Richard Lamoreaux's Poem of the Day Contest
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I was pleasantly glad to receive both awards for this
short form. It may have touched the spirit of those
who celebrate Mary's devotion as a Mother. Resubmitted 4/11/2019
When you float in outer space
with no one else around,
it gets a little lonely
and you start to miss the ground.
The familiar touch of Mother Earth
and friends to share the news,
is the kind of isolation
that can give someone the blues.
But you don't have to be in space
to feel alone and down;
you might swim a crowded pool
and still feel like you could drown.
But all it takes to raise some hope
that there'll be better weather,
is connecting with a friendly face
just like a spacesuit tether.
So if you feel you're out of touch
reach out to find a smile,
and if your feet are on the ground
then go the extra mile:
find someone who's drifting off
and offer them a hand,
bring them back into the ship
and help them safely land.
Let me wade
deep into the water
with all my clothes still on.
Let my body
ripple in the space I occupy.
Let me swim
in the murky water
and dip my skin
in the unrefined.
They seem much too eager
to have me sit very still
for long
long periods of time
as they talk.
I am the grass that grows
between the weathered
cracked cement.
You are delirium
that takes over
when my spirit is spent.
I am the dagwood painted trees
I blossom in the night.
I own the obstacles
that stand between
me and life.
Let me float.
Let me walk
barefoot through the vineyards
where the soil can cling
to the soles of my feet.
Let the weight
of my body
impress upon the ground
some sign of life.
Let me steep
in the adrenaline
the sun seems to wring from my skin.
They seem much too eager
to have me sit very still
for long
long periods of time
as they talk.
I am the grass that grows
between the weathered
cracked cement.
You are delirium
that takes over
when my spirit is spent
I am the dagwood painted trees
I blossom in the night
I own the obstacles
that stand between
me and life.
Let me float.
Come float with me on velvet sound
Come float with me on velvet sound
as music wafts the evening air
With melodies of hope now found
and timeless days we both shall share
The setting sun of beacons bright,
so full of life and amber glow
Does dance the heavens curtained light,
brought forth in this, its daily show
To walk this course, the songs we sing,
that lovers feel and hearts do shine
As harmonies of dusk now ring
in rhythms which are set to time
For dreams you see are cast in gold
soft linings on a shimmered sky
Till twilight lends its somber soul
of silhouettes to pass us by
Where shadows play a subtle game
to win but only heart's desire
And passions form the poet's flame
in words that you alone require
Of patterns pure on violet skies,
enlightened as the moon beams pass
To see your face before my eyes
and know your kiss does come at last
For it is always what I dream
in lasting sound of lyrics true
To lay before this twilight scene
and sing a song of love to you
Good night Soupers
Rise above
Float free
Beyond the clouds
Devoid of negativity
Eyes closed gently
Drifting soft and slow
Absorbing the calm tranquility
Anxiety let go
Bathe in the warmth
Of the sweet smiling sun
Float ….breathe slowly
Bleakness be gone
Float….be only in the moment
Release your whole being of woe
Inhale peace and pure air
Eyes closed….float and just let go!
I see you float drenched in my tear,
when my heart melts, flows like a stream.
You drift away to niche not near,
at the edge of my broken dream.
As specks of dream drown in despair,
I see you float drenched in my tear.
My silent sorrow I can’t share,
when the fall of bleak clouds I hear.
You have been so near yet so far,
your shadow lies on my moist eyes.
I see you float drenched in my tear,
where my love’s disowned debris lies.
You let sunrise splendor pass by,
pangs of my heart I could not bear.
When night descends with weeping sky
I see you float drenched in my tear.
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April 6, 2022
Syllable count : 8 per line (HMS)
Contest : A Brian Strand Premiere Choice
Sponsored by : Brian Strand
Hello beautiful ice float
You remind me of a double scoop
From the Dairy Queen
I wonder if there is a waffle cone
Under the water
Hello gorgeous ice float
I wonder if you are the one
Who took down the Titanic
And drowned people who did not have a chance
I wonder if the band is still playing
Under the water
Written by Gail DeBole on January 5, 2013
Updated on April 7, 2017
With you on the Ground…
And I floating…
Every once in a while
A breeze lifts me
The clouds hide me
The sun warms me
And you tug on my
String and I join you
On the ground
Ever so briefly
Until there is a reason to float
Even for a few minutes
Do not let go
Of my string
My arms kite-spread
Thinking I like this
There would be nothing
But a floaty feeling
Nothing to keep me here
If you weren’t there to
tug me down
A raindrop splashes on my cheek
You tug me away
Before the
Downpour hits.
It was one of those
Kind of afternoons
When ball games were heard
From open windows
And houses had porches
And porches had swings
Where voices murmured softly
Into velvet humidity
It was the most precious of things
In the most treasured of times
It was a root beer float…
Kind of afternoon
A big ‘floater’ lurked in the loo
He tried to remove this huge pooh
Poked it with a stick
It made him feel sick
So he fished it out with his shoe!
11th April 2015
Inspired by the title of the song 'Float On' by the Floaters ... maybe I should stop listening to the radio when I am writing lol
The core of you
Does not float like you think it does
It is anchored in what you believe
You sometimes don’t fathom all of you
Because you reject the reflection
What your mind is telling you
You refuse to acknowledge
That at times floating
Prevents you from taking responsibility
It’s like an emergency exit
That you continually run towards
Whenever life gets tough
You can float all you want
Until one day
The decision will be made for you
Only then will you realise to float
Also boils down to a choice
It might not be in the direction you hoped
But then again you had the choice
But you refused the offer
Because you preferred to float
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float amongst wet clouds
leave innocent vapor trails
destiny follows
June 3rd, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Float above you
My cat
Though small
Is a
Mighty hunter.
Often trophies
She left
On my door
From her nightly stalking.
A robin that
Will never fly
Trilling couplets
In cloud stained skies.
A mouse that will
Never scurry
In the wood-grain walls.
Chanting lays
About the stacking of
Heroic cheese.
On a dark night
When i heard
My cat’s claws
Scratching entry upon
The rude squared door.
“Let me in…”
The claws implored
“To the stone
Hewn hearth
Where the wisp
Of a flame does crackle.
Where a bowl
Of warm milk
Waits for me
To pay for my cat chores…”
“Enough my cat”
i am simple
Imagine my surprise
As i open my door.
To find the moon
Shriveled on my
Porches threshold.
The moon
With two
Auspicious bite marks
on it corners.
The moon
Belongs to everyone
Luckily i had
Some bandages
And dandelion oil
To clean and wrap
The poor moon wounds.
The moon sang to me
In this blessed fortnight
Of times in deep history
Before the bards.
When she shinned
Above the lands of man.
Like ghostly jewel among the stars.
Before the woods
Had written elegies
in leaf of their limbs.
Before fire deluge
Burned cracks in the walls
Leaving kiln marks
Upon the mountain castles
In the kingdoms of forgotten kings
And unknown peoples.
i nursed the moon
With tea of thousand wild flowers
And the dew that dripped
Upon the crimson skin
Of gleaming strawberries.
How the petals floated
On surface of my teacup.
A fog moved in as we floated on a raft in the middle of a licorice ocean
and friends began dropping off into the sea swimming towards land I could not see and I wanted to go with them but I was afraid and then I tried but something held me back and plunged me from the raft onto the bottom of the ocean were I stayed for awhile drowning until a molasses fog wrapped itself round me and we floated slowly to the surface huddled together mourning, waiting for morning to come.
Janey Jane ran around with Rocky Rock
Ohh was he handsome, the girls did they flock
Swiftly, Jane’s hair she did cut
Kay ran, laughing off her butt
Jane then smirked, as Kay fell from the dock