Best Images Poems
"Once upon a midnight Poe"
Underneath the midnight mask, I remove the makeup at last,
The moon is an anvil to my mood, mooring along the vacant vast
I lay the Gin and Tonic by the bedside asking for more,
I hear a noise, a lost voice, the echoes of no rejoicing,
I couldn't brush the light coming from the cracks under the door
I gave it some thought,
My eyes twinkle, towards the tinsel tiles on the floor
Seemingly the light seemed to be deeming the distance of resistance
Curiosity came in crawling and caressing
To sense and taste of sinful skin
Everything then grew thinner than thin
On the spur of the moment, I hear a whisper, my love is near
"Darkness there, and nothing more."
A nerve impulse hits the wall if nothing nary, nevertheless
I sadistically, stagger a sullen movement, even so
At this moment, Edgar Whispered, "Nothing more."
Many nights, I dream of demonic demons, demanding answers for
A sad --sadder voice sits and whines, with the wind
"Merely this and nothing more!"
A notary, nauseate moment, seasick, shipwreck sensation
Secular suicide spreading like gossip, sailing through my veins
Evilly and twisted, "This it is and nothing more" - remains
Tweaking and repeating, the speeding of needing
My drugs of pain and passion, to end the delusion
Of the self-inflicted - bruising from the voices of my choices
I hear the whisper, a selfish whisper, asking for Lenore
How many nights, he comes into my room, dress like A Raven
Painted and tainted like the midnight dreary
Reciting the excitement like The Bells, of Annabel, in a rush
Never, never, nameless here forevermore, in my dreams
Under my evil-doing skin, like the sum of sin is how it seems
On the nights, my soul mate does not appear,
The anchor drowns and torments me with tears
I travel up in fear, of the fear, when my ghost is not near
Rattling and trembling, by the bedside,
On the grim side of the mental moon, when in gloom
I scrape up my room, screaming at the bleeding,
From my heart, who needs a killing,
From a feeding and the feeling of letting one, go!
Antlers as walking trees
Grass as stabbing knives
Hands as waving chestnut leaves
Books as building blocks
Thoughts as ideas in the wind
Words as cutting pain
Letters as dust whirling in the sun
Twigs as skinny limbs
Wheels as softly spoken o's
Teeth as stabbing swords
Tongue as venomous snake
Eyes as crazy marbles
Nothing, nothing is what it seems
In my feverish mind
***
September 27, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
quick change artist, Fall
dons her crimsons and yellows
as winter watches
written for "Images of Fall" contest
Enchanting
Is beauty of your love
Fragrant, colorful, blossoms of spring
Delighting
Robins on willow trees
To woo your summers in playful hints
Riveting
Your passions marigold
In musings gamboge of autumn's leaves
Fulfilling
Desires of snow white dreams
Kissing you as snowflakes are falling
March 4, 2021
Placed 1st: Images in parallel poetry contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Syllables per stanza: 3,6,9
In early morning light I wheel myself outdoors. The vibrating air lively with small dancing aphids. In distance near, that booming sound of crashing waves against the sand, waves with their perpetual wish to walk the shore. Waves, so powerful, so strong yet so dumb, a caged animal wanting to escape. I want to escape the prison that sometimes is me, but not now. The air is fresh, the light is sharp, the wind brings longing and the salty fragrance of jelly fish in their frail beautiful dance in water, so plump and sorrowful in death on the shore.
waltz in ozone sun
song of life and love in blue:
waves of soothing sea
The beach also represents my love for dance and motion in harmony with nature, The evening light with its orange colours chant words without speech, that only need to find their way into sentences, born in movement. Stars and nightly black guide thoughts into music, where I see me dance the way I once did.
soft water ripples
around the wheels, inviting
to dance forever
I write down images in sophisticated colours, the eternal dance of fragile mentality, and physical injury, seated here, in the evening shade. Slowly darkness sends away the tangerine sky, covering me with a blanket of warm yellow, and small smithereens of starlight. A myriad specks reflected in the soothingly speaking sea that nibbles at my feet in tender kisses of friendship.
musical shower
courage in frail harmony,
water in motion.
Two Words
Dream
Scheme
Beam
Team
Shout
Pout
Duel
Shot
Life
Death
Brain
Drain
Stupid
Cupid
Dumb
Numb
Rum
Thumb
Prosecute
Electrocute
Einstein
Infinity
Immigrant
Us
Atom
Bomb
Strength
Weakness
Love
Hurt
Fate
Destiny
God
Cosmos
Lucifer
Lost
Passion
Torpid
Feelings
Flatline
Politician
Huckster
Glorious
Despicable
Moon
Mars
Space
Race
Beguile
Style
Truth
Lie
Cake
Pie
Bicycle
Tricycle
Car
Jar
Balloon
Burst
First
Last
Lust
Like
Fist
Fight
Right
Write
Left
Deft
Genius
Idiot
Manners
Rude
Give
Take
Rate
Deflate
Washington
Jefferson
Hamilton
Burr
Trump
Nixon
Hitler
Wotan
Karloff
Lugosi
Frankenstein
Dracula
Foot
Fall
Think
Blink
Popcorn
Unicorn
Coffin
Fly
Fish
Fry
Good
Bad
Think
Drink
Smile
Scowl
Teeth
Towel
Grimace
Ace
Lash
Bash
Date
Hate
Hurry
Wait
Freeze
Animate
Brave
Wave
Holocaust
Heydrich
Fool
Drool
Slob
Blob
Dead
Undead
Alive
Thrive
Evolution
Revolution
Vampire
Umpire
Wire
Dire
Flour
Flower
Alien
Robot
Klaatu
Gort
Tower
Power
Rush
Hour
Talk
Walk
Hysterical
Empirical
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
July 8, 2018 (Short-Form Free Verse)
Fall is here with its brisk, exhilarating air.
Southern girls wear boots and jackets with a distinctive flair.
It's fun to pick a pumpkin, and rake a big pile of leaves.
But one good thing for the frugal, is no need for heat or AC.
We search for the one moment of life
A prelude to joy…….
Calm sea
And rower
In an immensity of silence
Dipping steadily
………………………………………
EXPECTATIONS
I cut me out a perfect babe
Of tissue very thin
And then before a cry was heard
Released it to the wind
………………………………………..
THE OLD CHEST
Up lid!
And a hundred musty specters cry out
With memories for one only
Images of broken dreams~
scattered along the pavement;
Shall I pick them one by one,
or simply walk barefooted over them?
But I, I want to pick them one by one-
up to the smallest piece,
to make them whole again
and bring them to your doorstep
so that you may know...
that love survives~
in the fragility of dreams.
Are we as a ghost ship
Upon an endless sea
Setting sail for nowhere
To arrive eternally
Are we as the shifting winds
That touch upon the sands
Ever changing in our course
Sculpting out the lands
Are we as the stars above
That shine unendingly
Are we as a ghost ship
Upon an endless sea
Evening strolls on ruby beams
Fixing sights on skyline mauve,
Birds are singing joyous hymn
Breezing thrill of lilting trees,
Dusk is hosting lilac dreams
Blushing face of whirling winds;
Blessing night, moon is smiling.
May 16, 2020
Placed 2nd: Brian's Choice M contest
Placed 3rd: Finish line in seven poetry contest
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Theme # 3: Taste of nightfall
Seven syllables per line
I wished you were here, the stream of wishing never stopped
Sometimes, I was blessed with your return to life in my dreams
Sweet images to hold onto, from those special gifts in the night
I tried to move through each new day cautiously, step by step
While looking forward to a light of our own reuniting later
When we can celebrate all that we never had the chance to
Sudden death is a curse, of haunting words unsaid
Spilling from my mouth, begging to be heard at your grave
But, the place deep in my heart, remains the same
No empty years can take away what you have filled
As I live carrying my future image, to embrace you in the end
3/10/19
Heidi Sands
Yes I now hold the memory in my heart
And see the images as I near sleep
Though they are gone they still remain a part
Of my own world, reside in spirit deep
20 January 2020
Arbitrium Divisa 6 Contest
Taken from poem: Pastoral Recall
Sponsor: Gregory Barden
Sunshine rousing cheers echo the day in
As clouds move to blueness
And colors arch over earth
Made anew in rejuvenating pleasure.
A butterfly sings, dances,
And chooses a flowering Daisy’s ring
Of white ray petals reaching out
Between the emerald, green blades,
In prayer and thank you.
Puddles mirror their beauty;
Swelling belly raindrops hang
Swaddling images.
Our Creator sets off with His Grace.
6/27/2024
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