Best Hibernated Poems
"We can't ever fathom,
when the ceasing flicker of hope
flutters away,
and
escapes to an
endless forest;
the only charm in this
spellbound life is,
to chase that
scarred saffron second
and hue it with our own
enchanting light..."
As the fiddling
crescent basks
in this reborn moonrise,
I slowly blanket
my soul with
shivering sighs
of frozen stars,
as they trickle
down my lungs
and echo a
scentless spring,
where oceans
yearn to feel
the kiss of
floral zephyrs,
tickling their
turquoise sirens.
Perhaps,
I was once a
lifeless snowdrop,
a stygian silhouette
of midnight which
wrapped those
neon skies,
as black ice
melted in cores,
when pain became
my melancholic
soulmate and no
philosopher's stone
could turn this
solemn melody,
into sapphire ruins
of remedy.
Since my spirit
has hibernated
in this crystal castle -
I've been waltzing
in a wondering,
did my eyes
loose their dazzle
and become mere
colourless dots
of an oil pastel
portrait, as
this quill turned
vengeful for
its own spirit?
Did I break
my own heart,
by watering the
macabre of miracles?
Fading in
marigold mangroves
that whisper to
my delicate muse,
I feel the breaths
of mirthful wingbeats,
ricocheting and
making me swoon
over a pedestal of
pure sunrays.
Have I always
been this alive,
where these pulses,
reverberating
in my chestnut skin,
could wake me up
from the crestfallen
slumber?
Now, as these
topaz horizons
unfold their
golden carpet,
embroidered with
velvet peonies
and silk carnations,
I slowly bloom,
with a princess-cloak
of fluffy feathered
petals, resting
upon the crown of
emerald leaves,
bathed in chic
chocolaty lakes, as,
~ an empyrean lotus.
So, reminisce me
evermore, as an
imperfect lyric
of a dusky
peach pixie,
leaving footprints
of faith in a
muddy reverie,
for, on the
bluebell crest
of lush earth,
reigns this
rosy Cleopatra,
rhyming with
jeweled perfumes
of tomorrow.
True love does not care
True love is a dragon sleeping deep within the realms of our souls
Hibernated until awakened by its other half
Once alive it is an uncontrollable beast on the hunt
It destroys any notion you have held of love before
True love is simple and uncomplicated
True love is a creator of lives
And a destroyer of worlds
True love does not care if you are in the middle of a life
It will wreck you with its single mindedness
Those who judge have never felt true love
Or were lucky enough to find their other half first
True love does not care about weddings and appearances or social mores
True love cares about proximity
True love is a consumer
It devours time with fantasies and dreams
It takes in years as quickly as a mortal second
True loves thirst cannot be quenched
Once you have drank from truest love's lips
nothing will ever again quell the hunger
True love does not care about feelings
True love does not care about the pain of others
Only stopping the aching from separation of its other half
Only a human being is ignorant enough to slap the gods in the face over their gift
Only an arrogant human would fight a feeling so strong
Are we noble for hiding our pain for the sake of others
Are we lucky to have found each other and known truest simplest happiness for the briefest of times.
Are we lucky because our paths crossed and we were able to experience each other
Were we lucky to have made a connection so deep that most will never understand
Or are those who have never experienced the excruciating pain and joy of true love luckiest
To lead a life of quiet happy contentment or know the taste of the person put here for you.
Welcome October you are the best.
So glad to see you before winter,
You took a twelve month rest.
Singing birds are in their nest.
Flowers blooming no more bright colors,
Welcome October you are the best.
October is from the east to the west.
We have both hibernated way too long,
You took a twelve month rest.
I see the sun coming up off the crest,
Beautiful colors to start the day.
Welcome October you are the best.
We are truly blessed,
Even if the clouds are gray.
Please be our guest.
We have missed you,
Glad you are back.
Welcome October you are the best,
You took a twelve month rest.
Welcome May you are the best
So glad to see you after winter
You took a twelve month rest
Singing birds are in their nest
Flowers blooming bright colors
Welcome May you are the best
May is from the east to the west
We have both hibernated way too long
You took a twelve month rest
I see the sun coming up off the crest
Beautiful colors to start the day
Welcome May you are the best
We have missed you
Glad you are back
Welcome May you are the best You took a twelve month rest
Date Written: 6/19/2020
in aquarium
hibernated little fish
longing for spring
Thirty years ago I got the call.
Your brother had to tell me
You'd extinguished your own life.
Immediate tears, for you and your family.
Shock hits hard you know.
You'd tried to live life right
Yet still it was difficult for you.
People let you down,
Kept giving you the dirty end of the stick.
You still had us, your family.
The guilt ate away.
Why hadn't we noticed how bad you were feeling?
Why couldn't you open up to us?
Why had we ever been mad with you?
Never ending questions.
You made us so angry.
Angry that you gave up on life.
Angry that you didn't talk to us.
Angry that you didn't say goodbye.
Anger destroys.
The overwhelming sadness brought depression.
We didn't want life ourselves.
We couldn't enjoy life without you.
We hibernated away.
Shunned those who tried to help.
Eventually, as time passed,
We remembered the good times
Recalling our lives, our memories.
The fun and laughter you gave us.
We started to work through the grief.
However hard it was for us,
It must have been harder for you to make that choice.
Now we live with hope.
Hope that you are reunited with loved ones.
Hope we see you again some day.
RIP Alec x
Welcome Sun you move in our direction,
the Northern World is waiting for you call,
will you cure this Winter's introspection,
bring light before the darkness starts to pall.
Longer, warmer days anticipated,
for annual gifts we wait with bated breath,
hints of life from those that hibernated
to obviate the threat of icy death.
Feathered friends return from far-off places
their gratitude translated into song.
Resting plants will rise and show new faces,
the weak have gone, this World is for the strong.
A time of change, of hopes on which to cling,
each year, three months, the Season that is Spring.
Showcase of my favourite painted collection, a
Piled up for years, eventually being inaugurated, b
Without fail, what if colours were amalgamated ? b
No one could ever unveil my apprehension, a
Heart pouncing, breaths endured expansion, a
More and more to the colours as I concentrated, b
My senses shivered and swiftly hibernated, b
My passion, my hobby could not be my profession ! a
Neutral to doctor's innocuous advice on colour, c
Who proved out the reception on retina as deficient, d
Creator himself had prejudiced me in chromacy, e
Dreams of painting vibrant having lost all valour, c
As literary gained power, hues became munificent, d
Enriched in colors, now could be a pen's supremacy ! e
Written on 5/5/14
Sponsor- Craig Cornish
Contest- Miltonic sonnet
This morning I waved goodbye to Summer. I watched as it pulled away, taking with it the swim parties, barbecues, shorts and flip flops. It promised to return next year, but l couldn't stop a longing tear from escaping my no-longer-fashionably-shaded eyes. Such a warm and giving friend, whose offerings included flowers, vegetables, fruit.
I turned and trudged sadly into my buttoned up, stuffy house. The leaves' dry fingers scratched longingly at the windows, as if they knew a warm fire and a sip of hot cider is all they needed to restore their former glory. I mourned my sunscreen and lemonade, and stared longingly at my beach towel and chair.
Suddenly, feeling my life was fated to become as pasty as my skin, I realized that the cold shoulder was mine. Winter had blown into my life with boisterous aplomb, bringing cocoa and sweaters and snowmen, and it was me who rejected her and hibernated from her offers of ski trips and skates.
It was as if I had been eating only oatmeal until now: I was malnourished and had missed out on the flavor of life! How boring would be the artist's canvas that contained only one color, one stroke, one perspective. So I welcomed my new friend Winter, in all her frigid fabulousness, with gingerbread and egg nog, and we began the journey to understanding together.
The chilling morning breeze,
Caressed the yet asleep, ground,
Whispering in its passage the joyous message of
Coming Spring,
Awakening thus, the imprisoned in winter’s dungeons,
Earth’s hibernated desires
Which, liberated, sanctuary in the blooming fields of
Myriad hues have been found!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
26 FEBRUARY 2015
The dragons mottled the streets with colorful wonders..
As they danced, twisted and soared into the glassy air.
The Ao DAIs, like blazing flames,
Fluttered in endless joy on the first spring day--
The breathing gale hummed 'HAPPY NEW YEAR'.
Bouquets of daffodils and pots of lillies,
Ablaze, filled the outdoor markets---
Their dazzling wings unfolded as they welcome February.
Poping fireworks echoed from the soul of a city
To the heart of each individual---
Spring had now returned to Vietnam.
Silence, now,had hibernated,
Leaving the celebration of the Vietnameses to sail into the evening.
Amidst contortations and grimaces, lucifer laboured.
In two hours and three, the beast was perfect,
Glaring around, he cackled his delight.
"Serpatinus," he spluttered, still cackling
He appeared and in lucifer's hands, fell the snake.
With deceit lurking in his eyes
He fitted it inbetween the beast's thighs
Then opening the gates of hell, he unleashed the beast
For her beauty, many a man did crave
Oblivious that such beauty takes to the grave
She could twist and untwist men
For they were always there begging for her light.
She was generous with her gifts
As they obliviously signed their warrants:
-Death and impotent warrants.
Inbetween her legs, the serpent never rested
There was an incessant invasion of many a *****.
Families never saw light again in the aftermath
As men grew wearied and hibernated without children.
Many had fallen; fallen for lucifer
Watching in amusement, he cackled
While signing their air tickets
Mission accomplished, the beast turns and journeys
From whence it came,
In wait of lucifer's next call to arms.
Presidents, ministers, kings ,nobles and clergies
were those who received the tickets lucifer signed.
They all fell prey in this
Lucifer's incessant destruction
Destructive Preservation
Winters grass adapting,
hibernated blades colorless...
See life growing...
Another season preserving...
True Life...
Ash tree world tree of history...
Comfort within its casual shade...
See life anchoring...
Strong base to sustain...
True Life...
Wildfires destruction fire burning...
Killing path in thirst of fuel...
See life destructing...
Self Destructive Stupid Fools...
World afire racing to burn more fossil fuels...
What happens one day when the fire forever burns...
bmdavey@
02/19/16
Seeds:
You, humble vessels of eternity
That
God’s will into the core of your
Very being carry,
Hibernated wisdom you are, awaiting the
Call of nature
For
To unfold the glorious slumbering powers in you,
Materializing thus
The anticipated heavenly plan of
Miraculous life!
Oh seeds,
Teach me your secret,
I supplicate you,
Tell me how your example could
I follow
So as
The divine will, in me, never
To betray!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
23 OCTOBER 2014
Even if earthquake pound, and the ground tremble,
And people scramble, tumble and rumble, I will not grumble, but ramble,
Clinging softly, carefully, lovely, a sprig, sprawling a virgin rose,
Like guest, to west, with zest, to show my best and give my princess her smitten
dose.
Ding dong dong, her door will romantically ring,
Ping pong, softly my heart will beep, like ray, my face will embrace gay, bubbling like ling,
Tiptoe, a snazzy smock with long dimly than char inborn hair
Will passionately push the door open, with her heavenly made fragrance grooving and hovering in the air.
Holy bow, head will pay due, to the queen of the whole planet, my billion century carved hind,
Whose glittery eyes, evoke a sparkling dream to a blur mind,
Manner of confrontation resurrects a hibernated heart,
Stainless, bleach less, bleak less, blench less, ripe like yellow peel's skin that's full of life, like art.
For, if my life got dried by earth chaos of any kind,
She is a droplet, that will revivified my dead rind.