Best Hushes Poems
Do Not Trust a Word, she says
She speaks of sunken treasures the way no one else does
The map to her heart is drawn by the sun
Her smile of gold ride out the waves
The moon attracted by the prestige of her glowing art
With great pleasure, your heart now sits in a glass case
Her love lavishes making every moment memorable.
This lovely lady cultivates you in every way
Your blood rises to her flirtatious demand,
Her eyes, hypnotize, invade every dream,
Endless lust, pulled by the enigma of dragon dust wind
Falling flowers of forgetfulness, when lost to her spell
She lives, she breathes your ribs in
Words were spoken, now wrapped around your heart
In a game of trust, her kiss hushes your lips
Like a syndrome, you babble and drool ----stepping all over yourself
You are nothing more than a fool in love,
Trusting and turning every word she says into gold
~I LOVE YOU~
( A Poet Destroyer Collection)
* This for is called Acrostic, but this particular one forms a phrase on BOTH ends - I hope you enjoy it! *
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Yesterdays, never tell me where they run to
Only the callow days that breathed with you
Utter those resplendent whispers to my ear
Why did you let her go?' It hushes me, still
Each silver moment since has been an echo
Reverberating midst passion's sweet improv
Every memory is filled with an aching divine
My faculties still recall your beguiling aroma
Your flavor, even now, speaks to my senses
Soft, the moonlit eves, we swam in a dream
Open, the hearts we shared with a rare love
Unconcerned with the courses of its delirium
Lost to the realms those passions took us to
Many years have passed, but I can still hear
All our promises like petals - a life potpourri
They're faded now between the pages of life
Each one, a wilted bloom of love's memories.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Double Double Words To Bubble" Poetry Contest, Joseph May, Judge & Sponsor.
God’s inspirational napalm set ablaze upon the trees of autumn,
Welcome to the ascension of the fall season, bursting forth onto
The leaves once evergreen.
Colors of crisp snapping, auburn reds, fires aglow oranges, and
Subdued darken browns to contrast the mixtures blending, created
By the masterful hands of a higher powers creativity.
Tender timbers mutated into a glorious display of light and color,
Splashing the palette array of natural beauty.
Blessed in magnificence the lord hushes and stills, the mortal heart,
As inspiration captures the poets ink pen to write,
Upon the empty parchment page.
Strolling lovers huddle together, beneath a wondrous tapestry,
A canopy of leaf petals, that descend as it is caressed
By a chilling fall breeze.
Whispering softly in each others ears tender words
Sweet nothings, youth in utter splendor wrapped
Embraced in loves devotional shawl of emotions.
Behold vows promises of perfection uniting
These spirits of fall, united against the winter
Winds forever more.
Cold and slain lay the roses of summer, yet within
The wild heart of innocence, the flame of desire
Shall not flicker out, nay it lives strong in the young,
A blossom of delicate distention is true loves flower.
Oh in timeless remembrance as years will pass,
And only one shadow remains between these two
Souls united joined in life as one.
Shall beyond another single silhouette awaits,
Tracing these burnt ambers of autumn from long ago,
In cascading showers of melted colors of memory.
In angels tears a gentle rain does fall, yet a smile
Crosses the face of this eternal love, a blessings
Promise in one word spoken, always.
God’s inspirational napalm set ablaze upon the trees of autumn,
Welcome to the ascension of the season, bursting forth onto
The leaves of the evergreen.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
My blessing basket is heavy with heaven's gifts,
Tomatoes the size of my fist, eggplants so cute,
And fresh heirloom beans bursting with pride.
The sun, orange on the horizon, frames a pair of
Snowy Egrets above, wings folded in glide descent,
Angling towards their roost.
A solitary Cricket, at home in the cabbage patch,
seesaws a hypnotic greeting, then hushes
As I pass.
A Monarch Butterfly wisps past my head, enjoying
Nectar from scattered flowers. The scent of herbs,
Blossoms and love settles softly in my heart.
I know life can be hard, but this moment, just
This moment, I'm filled with such Grace from
God I only stand in humble gratitude.
He walks into the bar
Like a movie star
With swagger
Out pouring the lager
Topped by a mop
Of such mythical proportion
It hushes the crowd
With its absorption
More adorn
Than a unicorn
Waving a pompadour
As big as a brontosaur
9/3/2019
Swagger Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
keep the music sorrowfully low,
so big daddy doesn’t hear.
the shadowy figures, surrender
and whisper in your ear.
the psychedelic colors flow
like the sea foam beat.
Angie, your chromatic hair
smells incandescently sweet.
locked and loaded, alone
with your beastie dreams.
your pillow’s soft and it leans -
your coming apart “at the seams”
one boy plays peek-a-boo, sniffing
your honeysuckles suspended.
tickled by your goldilock curls,
not realizing all it portended.
like walking into the deep dark wood,
he creeps hand and foot, eyes first
like a prowling tiger, tail wagging,
with a rattling tongue a-thirst.
Angie, swooshes her fingers
through his hair, hushes him.
...he stares at the ceiling stars
...loud music descends on his limbs.
Angie digs her embryonic duffel bag,
smiles and adds his decomposing bones
to the ashes of her huge imagination
and recalls that in this world, she’s all alone.
5/8/2019
Musical Inspiration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Song choice: Angie, Baby by Helen Reddy
"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"
John Ruskin, 1853
~*~
Away from all the city's noise
my body sinks into the marsh;
as birdsong trills of whispered hymn
I slide away among the trees.
My reveries in forest deep
are well concealed and hid from view--
with jazmines pinned on hair, and then
disperse like fringes in a breeze.
While my voice hushes, quite profound
I trace northwinds, balmy and strong
when evening spreads its velvet cloak--
and muffles any wail or blare.
Here I dream of family's lore
the Sunday feasts, the mourn of deaths
beyond the place where moonlight glints,
where field of life drifts...warm and still.
All the Little Pieces Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France 8/31/2020
Mummay Mummay
Tucked up in bed so nice and neat
A little girl so very sweet
But all is not quite what it seems
She can’t find sleep because of dreams
Her mother sitting down the stair
Enjoying rest in comfy chair
A tiny voice comes to her ear
The story of her small girls fear
“Mummay mummay”, she faintly sings
“I am afraid of these dark things
Please come quickly my mummay
And chase these frightful dreams away”
Upon the stair a foot does tread
Then she’s beside her daughters bed
Away from eyes her hair she brushes
Red lips kisses, whispers hushes
“Now worry not you are secure
All your bad dreams I’ll endure
Come to me and let us cuddle”
Between the sheets the pair a huddle
Where golden locks begin to mingle
Faces touch and soft cheeks tingle
Hands caress to sooth away
The troubles that upon her prey
Feeling warmth of mothers breast
Against her lightly beating chest
Her eyes they flicker into schemes
Pleasantness pervades her dreams
The demons of her mind withdrawn
She’s free to slumber till the dawn
Soon from the child comes no peep
At last, she finds, her perfect sleep
Mother sees her laying there
With smile beset in golden hair
And wonders in a future day
Her little one will have to say
Now worry not you are secure
All your bad dreams I’ll endure
When in a time far away
Her babe becomes, mummay mummay
R D Seal 18 April 2013
Light snow hushes the drab, winter sky
as she places a small white rose upon
the gravestone of her innocent one
lost in the early bloom of dawn.
A singular chirping song resounds
within drooping arms of frozen trees
she spies a sprightly cardinal bird
flitting like a red ribbon in the breeze.
Her silent tears fall, like white petals spun
her grief is laid bare by the rose’s thorns
when wings of a pure red cardinal come
to carry her rose away towards the sun.
1/7/2023
adorning apricot
stardust silently
enveloped
turbulent waves,
gingerly dappling
each ingrained
bit of sea glass
whence the tides
were stilled,
'til they ebbed
'tween streams
of serene
spring waters,
rushing sky castles
outer banks in
cascades of
tranquil
awed hushes
overflowing
midst
surrendered
fantasies
the sight of her is the dawn of my day
the luminous of her presence
hushes me in an awesome way
her voice a golden melody
the sweetest lullaby
the sound of chimes
in the midst of my mind
a tranquil release and gentile unwind
from the troubles and worries of our time
an angel, a goddess; this thing has my mind
her face constantly before mine
and i surrounded by her mist of inhibition
fall prey to shyness and inequality
but yet i dream
i hope, i fantasize
and in those moments
she's all mine
(inspired by the ten most beautful words of 1976)
Imbuing the hour with piquant fog
an intricate yet final sway of this arc rises:
How autumn’s skyline reels into weaves
as stars orbit in a basin of clouds naked
within a dome’s mantle glimmering glimmering:
My breath hushes while more dappled
leaves whirl through the blaze of maples, oaks,
that I in this panorama staged
for this exact moment remains a while;
if only to embrace this guileless pageant
which will never return the same way, like now.
For Anthony Slausen's Sky Contest
and Brian's Select H Contest
The snow is falling white and bright
from a gray sky
covering the graves of sinners and saints
A holy loin cloth
wrapping around a multitude of sins
it hushes away all ill intent
for yet a while
as snow falls in quiet triumph
to the ground
His hands are frozen
He has no gloves just a gun
but his aim is unclear
his blood shivers cold
He must obey the frigid air
dissolve into the night
Violence is baited to sleep
caged in the fury of just keeping warm
Whiteness confuses it and growls turn to whimpers
School is dismissed early in the day
so the little boy could not carry out his plan
he learned from TV
The Asian boy who wears a Chinese symbol
on his white shirt
will see his family again today
They will bow to each other thinking
there is safety in this American air
not knowing the cage is unlocked
the animal only sleeping.
A promise of catharsis lies in the street
heaving with shallow breathing
beaten but not dead
covering the memory of blood with white
Jewish boys' yamacas covered with snow
safe from the world judgment
they are free to go home
speak Yiddish and light candles
Snow is falling white and bright
from a gray sky
covering the graves of sinners and saints
Black vs white vs dark skin vs “yellow bone
Men vs women vs straight vs homosexual
Poor vs the rich vs Afro vs weave
Christian vs Muslim vs atheist
All are keeping score
None will ever admit to being wrong
All are “woke"
You correct a brother and they'll go all intellectual on you with their fancy words
And when you don't grasp what’s being said, your opinion is null and void.
A sister would rather twist your words and make you look foolish rather than accepting the truth and be nourished
It's every creature for themselves, even at the expense of everything else
All are hollering their righteousness in the mountains
It's not about peace, about unity, hell it's not about the course they claim to fight for, it's about gratification not justification
Everybody rushes to be “quoted “
Nobody hushes down to reach a fair conclusion,
Because why would they want that?
If a solution is found, what would they babble on about?,
The “intellectuals “ shall all be heard,
So do the “wise-saints” and the “woke"
It was never about peace everlasting
It's about making it in the history book
Your idealism and ideologies are what important .
Now I’m not saying ignore the injustices of this broken world
We should all fight to be heard and nobody should be deemed more important than the other
You don't care about freedom, peace and unity
If you did , you’d sit down and discuss a way forward and not debate your own ways to win
What if crime was crime and a criminal, a criminal
Instead of an act of injustice against a certain group
It'll be crime against Humanity , because unity
Will a man be ashamed to report abuse against a woman?
Nobody would point at him and see him weak for it because all are equal
And it's not a woman against man, but an inhumane act against Humanity
Would the less privileged frail to speak against the elite?
A child be afraid to speak against family elders?
Nobody would be punished less than they deserve
All should fight to be heard and demand equality
But if we all strive to surpass each other when will the rollercoaster stop?
How many more years should pass in order for us to decide to be humans first,
You’re human before religion, colour, race, gender, sexuality, class,
You’re a human first.
Romantic shadows of
Luminous love
Lend intense warmth
To a midsummer night as
Sensuous fragrance,
Shimmering moonlight,
Combine in nature's backdrop
While a quartet of flutes
At the water's edge
Enhances spectral mists and
Hushes soft laughter
For a moment of nocturnal tranquility.