Best Fuelling Poems
Longing
Waiting, hoping
Heart slowly dying
Memories re-fuelling forgotten dreams
Yearning
Longing
Wistfully awaiting
Dreams to stir
Prayers to be answered
Caring
Penned 18 December 2014
I wonder if a human heartbeat sings
Will lonely people witness perfect song
As Passion plays upon these lovely strings
What noteful kisses capture can't be wrong
Young bodies merging into blissful tone
She succumbs to his perfect passion pitch
True heartfelt music crushes even stone
The harmony of love makes them feel rich
Rise lovers pleasured treble heating air
Young dancers moving slowly within beat
A trumpet playing fuelling what they share
Each movement foretold in a music sheet
Praise lover's anthem written in the song
Yes music as a heartbeat beating strong
For Brenda Chiri's Sonnet contest
If you are going to have a first date do it in style!
With flow and rhythm, poems can sing,
Music to ears: sounds are heard,
Euphoric eruptions it may bring,
Quintessentially spoken every word.
With words and lines, poems can rhyme
Caress the senses, soothe the eyes
In so few letters, through all times
Poems create images, soar the skies
Evoking emotions is what they’ll do
Fuelling the mind and inspiring as well
Metaphors and more and some even true
Open the door, let poet cast his spell
Enriching the world in wonderful ways
A poet and his poems: a pair that will stay
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June 8, 2017
Copyright © White wolf and Darren White
They laugh under their sleeves,
as they destroy you,
trumpling you on the ground
like dirt. They laugh visibly
because they think
it doesn't make a difference
if you know their schemes
or not,
for your life is in the balance.
They scorn you
when it starts raining;
the dirt on your clothes
and skin turn to mud.
"The gods have forsaken you!"
they shout.
Little do they know the rains
are fuelling your inner spark,
that has always been with you.
Slowly rise
like a phoenix from the ashes,
as the rains clean your
body and clothes.
The rains turn the ground
to a flood. You levitate.
They drown,
as they look at you with shameful
eyes.
You laugh last.
Old Friends that say hello
Who share a secret memory?
Away from the road now travelled
.
For in her eyes their secret hides
Betrayed by the glint of a held back tear
Of a love that could never be
.
A love that trembled the senses
And in a stolen moment, over a bottle of wine
The dream runs free
Dissolving the relationships of reality
.
For deep within my soul
A world with an incorruptible sky
Plays host to a lovers imagination
.
Where the electricity from your touch
Gives birth to the storm
Your passion fuelling the Hurricane
Within me
.
And in the eye of the storm
Time stands still,
And my love cradles your soul
Hoping for another chance
.
And as I fall back to reality
In the dying wind I can hear your heart
A whispered beat that calls my name
.
But your Romeo always knew
That dreams were all we had
This Love was always just out of reach
And now I am left to dream of yesterday
Lost in a bottle of wine
.
Yet I still hear your thoughts
Though life has abandoned me
O my sweet, sweet love
.
Your love will always be there
And this dreamer who dreams of you
Will always be here.
Longing for another Storm
Falling out with either
Friends or family can
Flood hearts with resentment,
Fuelling rage and hatred.
Forbear from stoking fire.
Find fair reconcilement.
Forgiveness sets you free.
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Contest: Pleiades - F
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Placed 4th
Free will whose
An egoic ruse
Please excuse
Offered clues
The mind body enigma
An outer form we call jiva
Inner layer soul or Atma
All within God or Paramatma
This preamble in place
The line of inquiry we face
From our core at an easy pace
Truth recognised solely by His grace
We the jiva with senses external
Having narrow agendas ephemeral
In joy & sorrow rotation cyclical
Live out a life tragicomical
Our the thus delusion
In myriad of maya borne illusion
Egoic thought fuelling confusion
Mires us in stupor of stagnation
Freedom instant by thought cessation
Resting fear & desire agitation
In restful prayerful meditation
Igniting within divine love bliss elation
However being bound by our own hand
Matrix of life yet we are yet to understand
We ask about free will before we can stand
The light within veiled by mundanity bland
So do we have free will ...
We indeed do if we are still
When divine love in our heart we instil
As the elixir of bliss within overspills
As for destiny
Of mind body entity
There is a blueprint but with no finality
Free will determining turbidity or serenity
When will we be free we hear ourself ask
In effortless stillness getting to the task
Is-ness of presence in joy does bask
Having discarded the ego mask
One day
Any day
Today
Hip hip hooray!
12-September-2020
When it all began,
Long ago,
In the way back when,
In the void eternal,
You were a firefly.
Love's sick heat came as a glimmer,
And with it you stood,
Your neon blue eyes
Warm as sun-filled horizons,
Calm as silent river.
We met,
Two stars thrust within the space,
Lost but found,
Visibly invisible,
Unmapped constellations.
Muted heat grew forth
And with it we pursued,
Shrouded in darkness,
Towards the unknown,
Guided by our own starlight.
Pain seeped slowly,
Absorbed into the ether,
Fuelling our ascent
Through the celestial everlasting;
From everything to all.
And we became one -
One in the void eternal;
One in destruction;
One in life -
Cradled in the Supernova
This June, our national football team
Is going to South Africa, for the World Cup
When we were told not to wear our team colours
I thought, ‘This country has gone bottom up!’
Since when did our nation get twisted
Into a totalitarian state?
Where certain minorities have their say
Fuelling the ‘BNP’s’ fires of hate
They wouldn’t have even dare to constrain
The Welsh, the Irish or Scots
Who if told not to wear their teams colours
Would rather be hung, drawn, quartered or shot
Their sense of pride in their history
And for their Countries, is world renowned,
For England to bow to the vociferous few
Would be letting the team in South Africa down
Not to mention our troops in Afghanistan
Fighting terror so we can live free
Nailing their colours to the mast
Standing proud in the fight for their country
We here in England must echo that pride
As onwards all ‘our boys’ forge
And I for one, will be flying my flag
For Queen, Country, ‘boys’ and Saint George.
Abundant Autumn
Cooling air with colouring redder skies
Fooling landscapes upon marram lies
Fuelling frosted with dewed sunrise
Ruling leaves falling from revver highs
Deciduous trees succus leaving nectars
Mellifluous winds creating rotor sectors
Ambiguous pigments in sexes of hectares
Conspicuous colours within noon reflectors
Brown yellow pop orange magenta & blue
Countdown waiting Hallows Eve to Boo
Around hanging monsters of kook stew
Gown dressing ghouls amidst tenet view
Pies of pumpkins with evil olive inside
Skies Autumn puff up stretching wide
Prize setting sun top spot forever eyed
Rise blue heavens for we few of pride.
...much to my surprise, this Autumn Palindrome poem can be read backwards lol
...extremely difficult to compose, because of the restricting Palindromes
1.marram – a type of grass
2.dewed – past tense of "to dew", meaning to cover with dew
3.revver – someone or something that revs (an engine)
4.succus – any of various liquids excreted by animals or plants
5.rotor – something that rotates
6.kook – a crazy person
7.tenet – a belief or principle
A Palindrome is a word or phrase which reads the same backwards as forwards.
Sept.26.2018
Palindromes II Poetry
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Placed 1'st [2'nd of 8]
Bound by a steel forged chain
The more he struggled the stronger it became
Handcuffed with tenuous desire
A self-fulfilling mind needing to be lifted higher
Through the darkness he must chart
A path guided by the sound of a beating heart
Each step, each breath, each thought
Fuelling the fire, the hands that forge the sword
A weapon so strong yet quiescent
In the hands of the man whose mind is present
Brought down upon the bracing hindrance
Will lead him upon a path of least resistance
Blink awake, get up,
Brew reviving cup,
Breathe each fuelling sup,
Then to the cleansing waters go,
Inhale the essence slow,
Awash with ebb and flow,
Purified head to toe,
Mystery of water empower
At this early hour
The mind comes to in the shower,
Blink awake, get up,
Brew reviving cup,
Breathe each fuelling sup,
Caffeine shot number two,
Day ahead, so much to do,
A wish for time to see it through,
And blessings of love sent to you,
The click of heat making toast,
And Marmite spread I love the most,
Picking up the morning post,
More bills, the same old ghost,
Blink awake, get up,
The third reviving cup,
Breathe each fuelling sup,
In sacred words they always say,
Like ghouls demanding I must pay,
Already the mind has gone astray,
What a way
To start the day
Time for coffee number four,
As from pot to cup I deftly pour,
The darkness I adore,
And now I must head out the door,
The working day is calling me,
I’m ready, tanked with coffee,
And in my mind I’m always free,
With a note of love from me to thee
This ritual ends and blessed it be!
Form: Skeltonic Rhyme
Hungered fuel I'm in trust
When sensed thralls me
It's, it's driven urge to I
Rocket fuelling me
It's high or low approach
Exciting this in me
I'm in catapult to never
Dying in moderns tree
.
The cocktails were pricy,
but easy to consume
Body language said it all
and invited me up to your room.
Names are not important,
no words will be spoken.
We play the game of strangers
and hope no hearts will be broken.
Our clothes are all crinkled
and laying on the floor,
Your touch leaves me breathless,
yet I'm still gasping for more.
Fantasies turning into reality,
dreams coming true.
Pleasure invades me,
my climax you persue.
Our bodies entangled,
our senses on fire.
One night of passion,
fuelling a deep burning desire.
Love spills over
pouring from a cobwebbed heart
nowhere to go from where it flows
but in sensual empty words
touching strangers souls
Verses of passion escape
fuelling a fire that never glows
but smoulders in jealous embers
Romance and desire gushing
from every pore,dispersing like seeds
that blow in the wind falling into
desolate places, with no chance to grow
No sweet buds blossom
from the branches of love scrawled
A lyrical raindrop kisses your cheek
A sonnet is your hearts beat
Penned caresses are all you own
A love so deep, yet all alone