Best Gyrates Poems
The seasons vary as they come and go,
and each, a lovely lady, loves to dance.
Fair Winter glistens in a gown of snow
she wears whenever she can get the chance.
She often glides through night beneath the glow
of midnight’s moon. Each sequence of her gown
falls beautifully when she is waltzing slow,
and stillness is the sound as she drifts down.
Her sister, Spring, is eager to dance, too,
but takes her time; she needs to feel the sun
upon her rosebud cheeks and feel sweet dew
beneath her feet. She waits till Winter’s done.
Spring dances with the breeze when she sashays
across a bluer sky with Winter gone.
Her pretty gown is fashioned from sun’s rays
to sparkle with the colors of the dawn.
She sobs sometimes when sunshine goes away,
but it is good! Her tears become rain showers.
With springing steps, she greets the next warm day
and swings her skirt, revealing bright new flowers.
Her sister, Summer, is not far behind.
The blossoms in Spring’s wake last but a while,
for Summer’s hot! With sun, she‘s intertwined,
and different blooms prefer her sultry style!
Too hot for her own good, this lass can be.
She gyrates slowly; if, by chance, she cries,
her tears revive her so that passionately
she pairs with Thunder, flashing stormy eyes!
The beauty known as Autumn waits her turn.
She does the paso doble with finesse,
and often her appearance makes us yearn
for youth because she wears nostalgia’s dress.
She tangos with the wind and leaves. A rush
of ardor overtakes her in her dance.
Some leaves turn crimson, for she makes them blush
while sweeping earth with brilliant elegance.
One day arrives first snowfall, and you’ll glean
the ladies have again begun their round.
A season’s dance is always to be seen
because their ball room is from sky to ground!
An oldie for Brian Strand's All Yours (May 9) Poetry Contest
Earth element of wind, elusive to exploring eyes,
a gaseous, gusty ghost, she gyrates- gallops gallantly.
She bashes, bends, and bobs the branches of each bush and tree,
and chases, circles, curls dry fallen leaves so agilely.
We hear her bellow, bawl, and bluster when she's feeling fierce;
soft sounds of swishing, stirring- sighing when serene and tame.
With solid, staunch, and strapping strength, she soon can shift a house
within a raucous, raging, raving, reckless, hurricane.
She cools, controls, composes in the sultry summer heat,
forms wild and wheeling waves with whitecaps on the widespread sea;
a force that's fearless, frantic, sometimes, feeble- frail, she flies,
impermanent, intangible, she soars invisibly.
This ghastly glimmer of great ghostly gumption rushes by,
a force that is not sculpture, shadow, silhouette, or shape.
We feel and hear her apt and awesome atmospheric breath-
until she plans her fast, flirtatious, feathery escape.
March 18, 2016
~1st Place~
Contest: 2019 Poetry Marathon Qualifier's Final Placement
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Judged: 04/20/2019
~1st Place~
Contest: 2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 22
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Judged: 03/08/2019
~1st Place~
Contest: Elements Part 2: Wind
Sponsor: Brian Davey
Judged: 3/29/2016
*Alliteration, Rhyme, written in Iambic Heptameter,
14 Syllables, 7 feet per line
Subtle, tingling, blissful caress
Wholeness of being, free from stress
Essence of presence celebrates
Each node within, Cupid’s address
Magnetic heat, pheromones grates
To music of spheres, soul gyrates
Bliss elixir suffuses form
Soma nectar drips through love’s straits
Mists divine are both cool and warm
Magical is, this benign storm
The false drops away, truth is known
Rapture unbound, is the new norm
Bliss and wisdom, that’s ours to own
Borne of love and light, is home grown
Within our heart, is God’s heaven
Yet each must enter there alone
05-September-2022
Windswept
Over sheet music, harmonious movement of sand.
Droplets of rain dance - time swooning on sea and on land.
Cupid’s arrows climb, descend strings of the violin.
Heartthrobs, side by side, in best dress, on seasonal spin.
Fingers up and down long necks, in obeisance of song,
as bow ties glide along knightly, mounting music, strong.
Ultra concentration as the conductor gyrates,
creates, weights, debates, elongates, plaits and translates.
Unity in mass, jealousy laid aside, except
for the audience who longs to climb inside, windswept.
Ebb and flow of tears, patiently are kept and foreswear
allegiance to current marriage with hasty prayer.
Silver fox-french horns, don’t withhold their breaths, breasts pounding.
With lilt, rapturous, they’d give up their lives, resounding.
White pages, pristine ties, good looking manners of tides.
Hourglass climax expires. Silence shatters. Faith abides.
A lover most capricious is the wind.
At times he goes to Meadow. He exhales. . .
Beneath his breath, her grasses’ blades are pinned
until he’s spent, and then, away he sails.
He’s been to visit Forest many nights.
He gyrates through each tree, whose every limb
responds by rustling leaves, and this excites
him even more. He moans and gusts with vim!
But lust is inundating when Queen Sea
meets Wind. She surges when he starts to wail.
Her body rolls and rises. . . . Ecstasy
the times he comes as Tempest or as Gale.
But I prefer the side of Wind that’s soft. . .
when he caresses me with gentle waft.
(116 words for the personification contest of Caren Krutsinger)
I died when you denied our love a chance.
You went on avoiding me, breaking my heart.
Like a pearl locked in an oyster,
You have sealed your heart, barring entry.
What currents flow through your heart?
What eddy churns and gyrates there?
Do the thoughts of our love now linger there?
Does my image, to your mind ever return?
Do you recall how we stood silent beneath the stars?
How we then built an epoch in a glance!
We so blindly loved each other.
Like a phantom I followed you behind.
To you alone my heart as offering I gave.
Never suspected any force would tear us apart.
But how Fate waited swift to smite
And how we had to part in anguish,
Toppling down the sand castles we built,
Leaving a heap of debris behind.
I yearn for what went missing at some point,
Somewhere in the long journey of life.
Now each sunset is a reminder of our touch,
And your laughter rings in my heart as a haunting echo.
I know, there is an ocean between us now.
Yet, desperately I yearn for your embrace.
Do I not deserve a second chance?
I yearn for you, missing so much.
Will you once more open your heart,
That I can enter it and nest within,
To douse all my smouldering pain
Until Death invites us to our grave.
After months, I have gained the courage to ask.
Unless you give a positive response, I am done!
" Life is the story of men who have strived, won or failed and of hearts that keep yearning against all odds" ~ By Poet
Like a pearl locked in an oyster,
You have sealed your heart, barring entry.
What currents flow through your heart?
What eddy churns and gyrates there?
Do the thoughts of our love linger there?
Does my image, to your mind ever return?
Do you recall how we stood silent beneath the stars?
How we then built an epoch in a glance!
We so blindly loved each other.
Like a phantom I followed you behind.
To you alone my heart as offering I gave.
Never suspected any force would tear us apart!
But how Fate waited swift to smite,
And how we had to part in anguish,
Toppling down the sand castles we built,
Leaving a heap of debris behind.
I yearn for what went missing at some point,
Somewhere in the long journey of life.
Now each sunset is a reminder of our touch,
And your laughter rings in my heart as a haunting echo.
I know, there is an ocean between us now
Yet I desperately yearn for your embrace.
Do I not deserve a second chance?
I yearn for you, missing so much.
Will you once more open your heart,
That I can enter it and nest within,
To douse all my smoldering pain
Until Death invites us to our grave
Within the pause of each heartbeat within
In the void of polarity exchange
We feel love calling as bliss ignition
Spacial stillness arousing stirrings strange
Consciousness expansion invisible
Entwined with all of divine creation
Nestled in our hearts love glow spherical
Invokes each life throb in celebration
Each moment of the life flow intimate
Uninhibited embrace and release
In rippleless calm our heart yet gyrates
With eternal witness within at ease
Dynamic stillness and vibrant silence
Endearing persona of innocence
28-November-2020
haven of flowers
gyrates through a bee’s travel
nectarines reward
the fertile dance of bloom’s life…
weaving sweet nature’s puzzle.
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Contest: Life Is A Puzzle
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
12/25/2015
White flowers of East
Scents of ethereal angels
Small petals that ease
Gyrates in the air that please
Blossoms underneath that heaps
Whispering color--whites, grays, icy blues, and browns,
Ice-intoxicated, Winter gyrates upon a crystal floor,
Naked, boldly iridescent in a freezing wrap of snow;
Temperance abandoned, the calming virtue her character avoids,
Eventually her dazzle will be forced latitudes away
Retreating the waxing sun's revitalizing rays.
Copyright, September 29, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Tapped percussion dribbles a wham,rushing
on quivers of sensation through my blood,
when duskfall changes its beat to jazz
a dizzy ride in gush of night, I roll.
Notes throbbing a cadence along blues' mood
as velvet of skin begins to open,
unmentionable thrills of breath unwind
claimed by music so raw, wild hips sashay.
Hands unfurl in a lift of tempo's rise;
while my body gyrates in free motion
like rippling fire, I can't stop toes ablaze
and the circle of groove jives on to reel.
Oh, just one more grasp of this revelry
while conga drums beg for another dance
inhaling euphoric whim, life's vein
where pulses burst as dawn's moments arrive!
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Mood Music with Original Details Contest
Sponsor: Sheri F. Harper
by nette onclaud
"You will miss the best thing if you keep your eyes shut"
TIME passes a pleasant soft waft,
Seems to be slow but not,
it fast as a mega aircraft.
The GLOBE gyrates like a wheel, however it's not,
Event and people within are metamorphosis.
Some generations have come and gone, now ours,
We are the new changing of clothes
Time forever survives.
Our journey here in life is for a while, in fact,
You almost reach your end, just a wee minute.
Yes, you have heard the fact.
But note; have you ever count
your years, how far have you grown? Perhaps
You may forecast what times it remains
For you and can you live long
Till you double your present age?
We all pray to live long,
While SHE and TIME the enemy laid siege.
Her love for you is lust,
Just to wear as cloth, but
something within you can never
Die if you plan to use it wise. Have you ever
Think or plan how to maintain
And protect you name?
Billions of men and women
Have come and gone without heard of them.
Have you ever anticipate how the Globe
Will see you as an eye?
There are a lot of great men and women
in history which their names are ringing from then
Till now like Maya Angelou, shel Sliversterin,
Emily Dickinson, Waft Whitman,
Williem Shakespere, Ben Jonson,
Robert Frost, etc. Name is a sky that is without an
End if it's being used perfect
If not, it's like a fire ablaze and then retreat
The sun that glows symbolized your present
Reflect to the moon that shines at night
Symbolized when you are defunct
If you use your name wise and perfect.
Please feel free to criticize to this, I need a flak critique. Thanks
Goddess from heaven
with a top of golden;
Descended like an omen
to brighten the minds of men.
She sings deeply well;
She dances like an angel;
She acts like it's real
and casts away her spell.
Her beauty that enslaves
enthralls the heart that craves;
Her body that gyrates
stirs the drowsy spirits.
Her sweet smile with spell
is filed with deep meaning;
Only the rightful hearts may tell
what lies deep within.
But it's her flipping hair
That sends all eyes to snare
Like her name on a paper
That blows up her ember
I wish I lived in her time
So she might remember me
Her faded memory
Struck the heart of sympathy
But the legend of her smile
Still lives in memory
For her glorious divine
Is a track in history
February 24, 2023
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Cyan orb gyrates
Lord's wondrous puissant hands sculpt -
" BALL OF LIFE AND DEATH "
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*-* " PLAY BALL " contest entry
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