Best Furling Poems
Shades of leaves wavering from mauve to ember
colour my lavender spirits in days of November.
When lustrous autumn blankets silently reap,
my glorious desires in ecstasy drench me deep.
A corridor of withering dandelions in dreams
simmers soothing secrets in glistening beams.
Every year I wait for soothing serenade of fall
it wraps my soul in slumber of a Cashmere shawl.
Silver fog shivers to glide with sunlit breeze,
memories melt my heart as snow begins to freeze.
On twirling trumpets of aural leaves I dance,
maple trees orchestrate a proliferous glance.
The hums of wet layered crystals appease dew,
I breathe iridescent aroma of reviving damp hue.
In quietude embossed broken twigs in scarlet rays,
I weave a pattern of opera peeping through haze.
There's an old tree house draped at divine dusk,
I spend my hours inhaling in wind dispersed musk.
My sandcastles of love fly in azure palate of sky,
with echoing wind my embellished petals rise high.
The rivulets under the wooden bridge caress pebbles
longing to strum starry nights as shriveling rebels.
Sequins of crimson in haloed wisps of Autumn tide,
the fir tree shimmers in veils as a stunning bride.
Ah! On starry nights when crystals kiss furling space,
my love blooms in blushing incarnations with grace.
Autumn tiptoes nervously for the forest to be reborn,
a gossamer shield of awakened serenity my cells adorn.
August 17, 2020
Serenity Awakened Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Word Count: 232
Categories:
furling, analogy, autumn,
Form:
Rhyme
Autumn arrives and trees are brown
Up comes the wind, leaves tumbling down
They do not make the slightest sound
Upon the ground they formed a tapestry of colors
Merrily furling and swirling as the wind comes puffing by
No seasons has such beauty as this autumnal face.
September 30, 2014:
Form: Acrostic
Sixth Place win
Seasonal Acrostic by Charlotte Puddifet
Categories:
furling, autumn, seasons,
Form:
Acrostic
Walking along the lake under the trees brown
Up comes the wind, the leaves tumbling down
Furling and swirling as the wind comes puffing
When Falling down make not the slightest sound
Forming tapestry of scarlet, yellow, russet and brown
I have never ever seen such beauty in any season
Where the leaves look like flowers of different colors
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September 11, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Dr. Ram Mehta
Seventh Place Win
Contest: One Autumn Day by P.D.
Categories:
furling, autumn, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
otra vez,otra vez`
I do, say and say again
I am the rock star of the ring
I risk my life again and again for fame,
Some might think of my passion
As just being poetic and practical
Or simply culture or unethical
However, nevertheless not when my life is on the line
Stronger than a herd of Buffaloes
Faster than the
Speed of a race horse,
He is now broken free of his corral
A streak of fury, rushes me
Despite my fear of dying,
My main focus is to
Take the bull down by its horn
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I looked deep into his eyes,
I saw mingling of rage
I carefully swung the cape,
A taunt of furling red
Aiming for its horns
The crowd roars, while
The old ladies sob for the bull
The men cheers for
Salvatore the Matador
Nothing more stimulating than the ladies
with the beautiful smiles
The bull is going to die
Categories:
furling, art, courage, cowboy-western, death,
Form:
Free verse
As a young man, I cast off my line
And sailed into life's sea
My destination was unknown
Just happy to be free
I oft sailed troubled waters
Furling sails til the time when
I'd ridden out the turbulence
And my seas were calm again
Each storm I met would leave it's mark
But it also helped me see
It's all part of the voyage
It made a stronger me
My trips took me to many shores
Each offered something new
I would fill my hold with knowledge
Then my anchor weigh anew
My moral compass set my course
Truth kept my vessel straight
Integrity filled out my sails
Friendship was my mate
But alas, this weary sailor
Knew when he should sail no more
Since time and tide had run their course
I set a course for shore
I sailed into life's harbor
Where my anchor came to rest
Threw my seabag on my shoulder
Full of memories from my quest.
I often open up the bag
And relive the years inside
Back when I was a young man
And I rode the rising tide
Categories:
furling, introspection, life, me, me,
Form:
Rhyme
DAUGHTERS
Opposites presented by Goddess
in talons of Eagle
on wings of Dove
Equally loved
A torrent from a fierce black cloud
yang frothing waves in a storm
beating seaweed rocks
claiming it in her bosom
then furling it afar
into unknown depths
where Neptune roars
his roar on end
boasting an indigo flag
Then ...light as a feather
yin floating on a shimmering beach
rosy ringlets microscope crabs, bubbles
giggling at ant antics
in crevices of creaky floorboards
while autumn Sun sets
dew drops on clover leaves
so misty morning says Hello !
A dancing juicy apricot
kisses at library doors
spongy beneath oak exterior
where beetles dug a hundred paths
staring defiance at an orange star
scornful, graceful, factual
proclaiming a Largeness of Life !
An Earth child in long waves of auburn
reaching for Mercury
A Spirit child, Earth located
One imaged from bowels of struggle
she whispered freedom in my ears
when behind prison bars
I sat counting toes
One imaged from Gabriel’s gown
or was it Merlin’s ?
she fingered watercolours
through my lenses
As Saturn said goodbye ...
Sirius screamed from wreaking hell
wrought from rages or sages unknown
Born in blood without its blue
from a womb of turmoil tremors
crystal dripping dark strife
hypocrisy contemplated
torn apart by churning guts
as young medics ogled
grimaced, searched
so premature, so incubated
it was “I will survive!”
Sun and Moon crossed one another
not knowing which way but loose
streaming rivers flowing sideways
in dusty towns, painted villages, rape
a gecko appeared on a pillowcase
Gangster peeped through a window
books came tumbling down
numbers flew away
lashes black as croaking crow
it was “I am here!”
There can be no coin to
ponder if not faces two
no tornado ripping apart
if no breezes play on
a horse farm in Karoo
No life if no death
Night clings to day
as daybreak clings to escaping night
sunset embraces twilight
negates itself, disappearing
one embalming the other while
flying
together on a silver thread
in blueberry Sky !
Categories:
furling, blessing, courage, daughter, deep,
Form:
Bio
I am filled with awe
Everytime I look at you
A wondrous kiss of view
That comforts and cradles
All we see and feel
To breathe in and keep
A frame that moves
Holding life infinite
After burning the night
The day does not
Return in vain
The sun beams pulling
At my heart strings
The light descends with purpose
Each ray in hope it sends
Each stream reinventing
Waterfalls to rivers
To seas to mighty oceans
A leaf like a flag un-furling
Against a sky of blue
Filling trees to build us canopies
Animals birds flowers
Bees and butterflies
Just to name a few!
6.7.22
Categories:
furling, nature,
Form:
Free verse
First comes winter. The hardest to survive.
Cold and barren; the frost eats you alive.
Branches of hope bare; leaves of love decayed,
Around your heart and soul, you’ve built a barricade.
Next is the spring; winter gone at last.
The time for new life, no longer bound to your past.
Resilience gave you another chance;
Your refuse to look back now, not even a glance.
Now the summer, best season of all.
You think you’ve moved on, standing proud and tall.
Growing and blossoming towards the sky,
Barely remembering the last goodbye.
Darker nights now autumn is here,
Doubts create fog this time of year.
Leaves of joy and fulfilment are furling and falling,
Memories of lost love you just keep recalling.
Then winter strikes again, but not quite as strong,
You wonder why you still haven’t moved on.
Reliving every mistake and regret,
The frost bites your skin. It won’t let you forget.
The seasons repeat until you become winterless,
Your bark has healed, you are finally splinterless,
Life now a lattice of long summer, carefree spring,
But occasionally the autumn may sometimes creep in.
Or so that is what I hear,
But I still have winter as part of my year.
Categories:
furling, absence, break up, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
Lustrous laureled leaves in autumn silently reap,
Brown bland blisters of trampled grey soil in bay,
Glorious golden glee blankets my dreams in sleep.
Withered warm whispers in wet pastures seep,
Midway merging November winds to Winter neigh,
Lustrous laureled leaves in autumn silently reap.
Thousand tattered treasures revive slumber deep,
Calm crispy corridor covers secrets on the way,
Glorious golden glee blankets my dreams in sleep
Silver sumptuous snow solaces them who weep,
Intense iridescent incarnations of life each day,
Lustrous laureled leaves in autumn silently reap.
Wonderful white wisps wake desires, oh they leap,
Emerged effervescent existence born to fly away,
Glorious golden glee blankets my dreams in sleep.
Magnificent miraculous moments I joyously keep,
Frosty ferocious fears, fervent furling hopes sleigh,
Lustrous laureled leaves in autumn silently reap,
Glorious golden glee blankets my dreams in sleep.
June 21, 2020
Month of the year I like most Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mohan Chutani
~Premiere Contest Winner: 5th Place
Categories:
furling, autumn, december, november,
Form:
Villanelle
MY FIRST PATRIOTIC
SOLDIER
Thoughts drift towards another world
Mind starts thinking in different fold
Lets you down with no hope for
When loved ones leave alone for war
Moments spent were really happier
Day they left eyes were full of tears
Dark night waiting to sight
Joining the group in the loop
They were traveling with the troop
Fighting hard with the foes
They showed courage, brought them to toes
Land was full of blood as seen
To be martyrs, they were so keen
Victory is what for which they die
Furling the TRICOLOR in the SKY.
------YASHU
Categories:
furling, adventure, death, inspirational, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Flying
My feathers would flutter in the wind, past the angels and the moon
The wings would lift me off this place called Earth.
I would drift high into the sky...
I want glide high above the highest buildings.
I'd be beautiful.
I'd be a miracle.
My wings feel as soft as satin
Softer than the softest velvet.
I'd fly from coast to coast
From Pole to Pole.
Nothing would stop me
not even the harsh winds of Chicago.
Further than they thought I would go.
Not stopping for shouts in the places of war.
I'd never stop
I’d be far away from everyone else.
adrenaline rushing through my veins.
from the wind furling my soft feathers.
I’m awoken to the buzz of an alarm clock.
And begin another day without my wings
Categories:
furling, adventureme,
Form:
If only you knew the width of his love,
The breadth of his love, and you simply knew how…
How he sighs, and how his dark clouds of sighs
Explode; and how flood does his head-high rise;
If you knew, how his tongue, by furling its wings,
Snorts, and with untold pains he gravely wrings;
How dreadful darts of love piers his heart;
And how blood floods and blots this piece of art.
If only you knew the depth of his love,
The breadth of his love, and you simply knew how…
How deep in his dreams, he sighs to say you
He loves you, and yearns to love you - anew.
If only you knew…if only you knew…
If only you knew…how deeply he loves you.
*HM Placement* in the following contest (judged on Oct. 30, 2020)
Oct. 24, 2020
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(35) any theme any form Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand
*A 2nd Place* in the following contest (judged on Oct. 26, 2020)
Oct. 24, 2020
If only you knew Poetry Contest
Contest sponsor: Silent One
Categories:
furling, love hurts, poetry, romantic
Form:
Rhyme
A shimmer of scales moves iridescently
in porch light, flying over nicked knuckles,
falling to grass milky white.
Detached, a rod jerked to deep water,
we follow the blade blooming belly to vent--
fingers pluck viscera like harp strings, cut
deeply into spine, searching for blood pockets.
I, father's sissy, prepare pliers for a peeling of skin.
You laugh at the pale bladders of my eyes,
watch the hesitant scooping of entrails into newspaper,
the scurry between bushes to bury my dead.
A white enamel basin is pink with our washing.
Outside the window, a blue-veined moon
is caught in a crisscross of nesting trees.
Dreams float like corks, fish frenzied in gunny sacks.
Your eyes are glossy as shells and empty, blindly
sensing that resonance of the sea, that catch:
the nearness of the day when a furling of scales
will come, and these hands will hold living things
turned ruby in porch light, taking blood as their own.
Categories:
furling, angst, death, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
Well a hundred and forty six degrees of drip droop is a plant no longer upright. So uptight were the non furling leaves and stem. Plasma dormant. Formation formatted form fakes. And now begins the tidally adjusted bud. Loosely forever alone. With capacity of a land. An untameable free colour adaptable. Sap not a steeple of garden bed. Dig dig dig. Coloured cubes can clap. Cuticles of tinted petals. And a writhing growing mist. Alteration. Derailed. Alliteration deemed. Stepping stones then. Good. *** questionable honour *** adjudication z
Categories:
furling, america, bangla, beach,
Form:
Impurrturbably Above it All
Hail, Ginger Majesty on high,
where on your royal ledge you lie.
Occasionally a glance you throw
On us unfortunates below,
A restless crew who daily pace
Compulsively from place to place.
Appearances may easily fool.
When masters serve, those kept shall rule.
When Ginger slinks through furling silk
It is to claim his cool fresh milk.
Human cares may humans stir.
Cats generally prefer to purr.
Them no falling stocks appal
Who today have got it all.
Cats, of course, aren’t always nice,
Especially to birds and mice.
Categories:
furling, animal, cat, satire,
Form:
Rhyme