Best Frolicsome Poems


Premium Member Soul Haiku Revisited - Zodiac Style

Aries Soul

Mischievous flint spark 
razes lethargy’s prison 
igniting joy’s fuse.

Leo Soul

Rich roaring campfire 
radiant warmth draws attention 
confidence blazing.

Sagittarius Soul

Long-tended embers 
spawn dazzling wisdom flashes
endlessly glowing

Capricorn Soul

White gleaming marble 
proud solid stability 
structural beauty.

Taurus Soul

Lavish lilac shrub 
broadcasting sensual delight 
exudes comfort.

Virgo Soul

Majestic maple 
limbs' crimson remnants swept clean 
prepared for new growth.

Libra Soul

Sleeping lover’s breath 
passion’s rhythm synchronized 
harmony complete.

Aquarius Soul

Fresh pine-mountain air 
clears celestial vision 
connections revealed

Gemini Soul

Frolicsome breeze 
swirling dance unencumbered 
transports wisdom’s seeds

Cancer Soul

Soft persistent rain 
quenches fragile seedling’s thirst 
nurtures flowering

Scorpio Soul

Ancient cavern pool 
envelops secret demons 
guards Pandora’s box

Pisces Soul

Still midnight lagoon 
shimmers cosmic buoyancy 
atop deep pure peace.

Wish Upon the Star

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                              Manoeuvring through purplish cerulean azure 
                      'Til she touched the empyrean Zion
                    Perching above the whinstone during cockcrow
                                 Possessing allured ala lined with grandiosity
                        Dressed like a virgin woman from heaven
                                Divine messenger? A cherub?
                                    " NO! " - An Orphic pixie
                           Cradling the scintillation with her left mitt
                             Intent - coveting for self-innovation
                   Reflection seems so distant from bliss and poise
            Apathy, twinges of regrets and pieces of sorrow- ECHOED
                      Yeah! Mystic frolicsome otherworldly wight
                                      Wishing to be a HUMAN
               Human - not a perfect being but ready to CHANGE!
                                             Fairy be a woman...


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Premium Member Summer's Ash

As yet another summer grows old,
Jasmine senses the coming cold.
Amid the dancing autumn leaves,
In the shadows, a boy grieves!

Gold memories of the golden days,
But feeling yet the warming rays.
Splash of water, soaring kites-
Softly dream of summer's rites,

Secret, satiny, whispering wind,
The forever journey never spends.
Around the bend is summer's ghost,
A vividly arrayed, gracious host!

And I know the days were mellow,
And the starry nights were indigo,
I know the sun shone in his eyes,
He always hates the sad goodbyes!

And now in the silence complete,
Winter's waiting out on the street.
And Ashley is somewhat downcast,
To see frolicsome summer's last!

Wee birdies sing in treetop nest,
Enjoying sunbeams while so blest,
For summer is gone all too soon,
And in its place the harvest moon.


Premium Member Oozing Thoughts

Darkness and radiance
frolicsome purport

and access of

visible world and 
inconspicuous world
heart to grace

spawn the shades of truth
redeemer

between
contest of awareness
and the depth of the ocean

concealed
beneath the shackles
of humankind

Written: September 30, 2022
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Mischief

Mischief

M   My soulmate is a miracle woman
I     In Conception and in contraception
S    She’s born three children one on the coil
C    Condom leakage on another and
H    Her first born on the oral pill
I     In terms of luck that takes some beating
E    Entirely normal just hormones on overdrive
F    Failure at first then a blessing in disguise

F    For my own natural fatherhood after
E    Endless trying my ex got injections
I     In reward my eldest daughter 
H    Her next ‘litter’ triplets from the womb
C    Careless maybe another son despite the
S    Sheer odds to conceive without help
I     In science we may trust one way or other
M    My explanation though comes through

The UNIVERSE
as HIGHER POWERS

H    Heaven at Christmas though plenty of gift wrap          P
I     Images of congestion when all need the loo               O
G    Girls have more problems but we manage somehow   W
H    Harvest of children and kid’s crop divine                     E 
E    Enter the mischief they can all produce ever after        R
R    Roguish cohabitation frolicsome happiness                  S



02nd October 2018

Actually ‘written’ between 1992 and 2004 as this is a true story

This is my adaptation of the acrostic poetry form.

Four Stanzas:
traditional acrostic
reverse acrostic
intermezzo (subtitle)
front and end acrostic

the acrostic stanzas with double letter emphasis

Barack

Barack-2007

 I have very few friends since I stood up for you, 
 because I believe in the things that you do!
 I feel the justice you're determined to bring
 And you never exclude, not one living thing! 

 When I walk through my halls and glance at the walls,
 Your photo assures me you're there,
 As you look down and smile like a frolicsome child
 I know that you really do care!

 You're my feeling of happiness that comes from within
 The first time I heard you ...I knew you were friend 
 You are the very best President America has had
 And far more important, you're such a great dad! .

 May God keep you safe tucked under his wing
 and continue to guide you to do the right thing
 Just know that I "feel" your struggles each day 
 And if you need help..... I'll be right on my way! 

 Barack-written in 2009
© Judy Konos  Create an image from this poem.


August

Anapest Pentameter

This is middle of summer with many hot days and warm nights.
It is popular time for one's favorite water sport play.
On sand beach are small children now flying their fanciful kites,
in the distance far boats move and quietly sail out of bay.
(All such people indulging themselves in own frolicsome way.)
For a happy experience, life's fun-filled options are great.
Some are seizing the day, in turn many more hardly can wait.

Shaggy Dog Limericks Iv

The Labradoodle

It’s clear that the scamp is a Poodle
By its frolicsome dabble and doodle
But add a big part
Of the Labrador’s heart
And you’ve got the whole kit and caboodle

The Labrador Retriever (Lab)

The Lab a friend gave to his daughter
Had a chronic aversion to water
He’d cling to the shore
Like a rug to the floor
To avoid making waves like he oughter

The Lagotto Romagnolo

It caused quite a local kerfuffle
When he called a potato a truffle*
By the time it was done
A committee of one
Went and cancelled his license to snuffle

(*known for their skill at finding truffles)

The Leonberger

There are dogs that are bigger than these
Like some Mastiffs and Great Pyrenees
But few are more stately
Or admired more greatly
For their grace and perpetual ease

The Lhasa Apso

Just repeat: Lhasa apso not ipso
That’s a facto: I’m sharing this tip so
You don’t make a flub
With the whole Lhasa Club
While they contemplate your membership so

The Maltese

I once knew a Maltese named Tawny
Who was quick and ill-tempered and scrawny
While protecting a crumb
Nearly took off my thumb
Now he sleeps with the fish in the Suwannee

The Mastiff

The Mastiff’s a glorious sight
With a name that exemplifies might
Now imagine this house
The size of a mouse
A “toy mastiff” just doesn’t sound right

The Mutt

A mutt may show up with a rat
Do some terrible things to your hat
But he’s happy for sure
Just to roll in manure
And so grateful that he’s not a cat

The Newfoundland (Newfie)

One day on the nearby horizon
He encountered an ornery bison*
And though it was large
The Newfie took charge
Mattered not what the difference in size in

The Norwegian Elkhound

Look honey, look what I found!
It’s an orphaned Norwegian elkhound!
He’ll be easy to raise
With some love and some praise
And a pasture that serves as a pound

Premium Member Villanelle: the Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 35

Who’d watch tele if it showed Promised Kingdom
When breaking news takes us through hard day’s sour sweat
Does blood-blast Yin-Yang tussle stay gut boredom

Broken bones shattered glass Doom’s Day sunset bomb
Pan-flutes nectar river angels who don’t sweat
Who’d watch tele if it showed Promised Kingdom

Piped South-Sea strains virgin damsels frolicsome
Singing psalms all day long on banks Euphrates
Does blood-blast Yin-Yang tussle stay gut boredom

Who’d want crystal-clear streams under palm
Nubile damsels gambolling sans due regret
Who’d watch tele if it showed Promised Kingdom

World pre-ordained or Yin-Yang clash at random
The Magic-Lantern show spinning wild inter-net
Does blood-blast Yin-Yang tussle stay gut boredom

Does Supra-Intelligence conduct Kingdom
While physical laws here on Earth operate
Who’d watch tele if it showed Promised Kingdom
Does blood-blast Yin-Yang tussle stay gut boredom

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015
© T Wignesan  Create an image from this poem.

Dungeon Dreams


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" escape from the nightmares of yesterdays ... uphold the sublime ... SOAR ... FLY ! "


eyes were shut
head in bow
sitting in the rocking chair ...

DUSK - murky ... vague ... nestled with woe and a twilight dew
tears fell - as I sleep in my cradle's journey 
~~~my CRIB of dreams

now,
I open my eyes,
the eyes of my frolicsome mind

I SPREAD my wings
FLIP it as possibly as I can
and vagabond over what is possible
I FLEW ... SOARED ... MANOEUVRE ... and STRAYED ~~~
abscond from the immeasurable humanly problems
flee from vast imperfections and life's stains and limits
escape from the TRUTH that everything ends in the same END
I went to nowhere and 
voyaged over the atmospheric umbrella of reality ~

I FLEW ...
as I witnessed a new kingdom
a door of spectral hues of iridescence emerged from nowhere
I enter and amazed of what I see
my jaws dropped and eyes in bulge
pictures of gaiety visualized in clear images
reflections of the HIGHEST GOOD followed
enticing, alluring, enchanting
no words came out
this is a realm of my powerful IMAGINATION'S LIMITLESS
a realm where there's perfection
realm where there's love, peace and freedom
realm of equality and just kingdom
a new world where there is a HAPPY ENDING
a world together with Cinderella,Snow White and Sleeping Beauty
a world of FAIRY TALES
a world sculpted by my "THIRD EYE"
a world painted by my mind's "DYE".
I want to live in this world~~~flew back in reality is now just a dream!

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' Third Eye '


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" escape from the nightmares of yesterdays ... uphold the sublime ... SOAR ... FLY ! "


eyes were shut
head in bow
sitting in the rocking chair ...

DUSK - murky ... vague ... nestled with woe and a twilight dew
tears fell - as I sleep in my cradle's journey 
~~~my CRIB of dreams

now,
I open my eyes,
the eyes of my frolicsome mind

I SPREAD my wings
FLIP it as possibly as I can
and vagabond over what is possible
I FLEW ... SOARED ... MANOEUVRE ... and STRAYED ~~~
abscond from the immeasurable humanly problems
flee from vast imperfections and life's stains and limits
escape from the TRUTH that everything ends in the same END
I went to nowhere and 
voyaged over the atmospheric umbrella of reality ~

I FLEW ...
as I witnessed a new kingdom
a door of spectral hues of iridescence emerged from nowhere
I enter and amazed of what I see
my jaws dropped and eyes in bulge
pictures of gaiety visualized in clear images
reflections of the HIGHEST GOOD followed
enticing, alluring, enchanting
no words came out
this is a realm of my powerful IMAGINATION'S LIMITLESS
a realm where there's perfection
realm where there's love, peace and freedom
realm of equality and just kingdom
a new world where there is a HAPPY ENDING
a world together with Cinderella,Snow White and Sleeping Beauty
a world of FAIRY TALES
a world sculpted by my "THIRD EYE"
a world painted by my mind's "DYE".
I want to live in this world~~~flew back in reality is now just a dream!

~*~

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*-* jun-jun villanueva

*-* " A POEM, PLEASE " contest

Midnight In Sitka Park

The silence of the park,
seizes the hour of dusk,
where majestic snow-capped mountains
adjoin the skies of midnight blue,
a halo of light encircles the 
quiescent scene highlighting 
a child's red jacket left behind 
on the end of the slide,
the playground is the sanctuary 
of childhood beginning and 
childhood ending----it is where 
laughing and yelling are allowed to be, 
especially at midnight when the 
spirits of frolicsome adventure overtake 
the child in all of us.

Childhood

Childhood
Immature humans
Learning about adulthood
Playful, frolicsome, lighthearted anticipation,
Young.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 22, 2010
Poetic form: Cinquain

' Up, Up and Away '


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" FLYING WITHOUT WINGS ..."

eyes were shut
head in bow
sitting in the rocking chair ...

DUSK - murky ... vague ... nestled with woe and a twilight dew
tears fell - as I sleep in my cradle's journey 
~~~my CRIB of dreams

now,
I open my eyes,
the eyes of my frolicsome mind

I SPREAD my wings
FLIP it as possibly as I can
and vagabond over what is possible
I FLEW ... SOARED ... MANOEUVRE ... and STRAYED ~~~
abscond from the immeasurable humanly problems
flee from vast imperfections and life's stains and limits
escape from the TRUTH that everything ends in the same END
I went to nowhere and 
voyaged over the atmospheric umbrella of reality ~

I FLEW ...
as I witnessed a new kingdom
a door of spectral hues of iridescence emerged from nowhere
I enter and amazed of what I see
my jaws dropped and eyes in bulge
pictures of gaiety visualized in clear images
reflections of the HIGHEST GOOD followed
enticing, alluring, enchanting
no words came out
this is a realm of my powerful IMAGINATION'S LIMITLESS
a realm where there's perfection
realm where there's love, peace and freedom
realm of equality and just kingdom
a new world where there is a HAPPY ENDING
a world together with Cinderella,Snow White and Sleeping Beauty
a world of FAIRY TALES
a world sculpted by my "THIRD EYE"
a world painted by my mind's "DYE".
I want to live in this world~~~flew back in reality is now just a dream!

~*~

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'futuristic Realm '


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"how I wish I never wake up again in this dream ..."

eyes were shut
clicking my heels
numb
frozen
can't move
glitter and lustre subjugated, seized by gloom
no single light to envision
no single color to perceive
a blind world of murky existences
a world of woe, chaos and evils
a world of "TODAY"
now, I open my eyes,
the eyes of my frolicsome mind
I manoeuvre over the atmospheric umbrella of reality
abscond from humanly problems and queries
flee from vast imperfections and life's stains and limits
afraid to lose, yet I quit, tend to be a loser
can't take it any longer
I spread my wings
flip it as possibly as I know
and vagabond over what is possible
as I witnessed a new kingdom
a door of spectral hues of iridescence emerged from nowhere
I enter and amazed of what I see
my jaws dropped and eyes in bulge
pictures of gaiety visualized in clear images
reflections of the HIGHEST GOOD followed
enticing, alluring, enchanting
no words came out
this is a realm of my powerful IMAGINATION'S LIMITLESS
a realm where there's perfection
realm where there's love, peace and freedom
realm of equality and just kingdom
a new world where there is a HAPPY ENDING
a world together with Cinderella,Snow White and Sleeping Beauty
a world of fairy tales
a world sculpted by my "THIRD EYE"
 a world painted by my mind's "DYE".

~~~a FUTURISTIC REALM~~~

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jun-jun villanueva

"CLOSE YOUR EYES AND CLICK YOUR HEELS" contest

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