Best Impelling Poems
There comes without a warning,
one in hooded mantle grey,
with silent footfall treading. . .
treading nightfall into day.
An eerie mist - mysterious -
he haunts the valley floor.
He surges on through deep of night
and rolls along the shore.
And through the forest -
pressing on -
he wraps his cloak round trees.
The wanderers in empty woods
will feel much less at ease.
Then along a wall he creeps,
or climbs a city stair.
In seconds, traffic crawls with him.
Pedestrians, take care!
For those on foot within the fringe
of Phantom’s murky cape
will sense a chill -
the apparition’s breath upon their nape.
I wonder what this specter seeks;
what answer that he needs. . .
impelling him
to travel far
before his gloom recedes.
Previously For Thvia Shetley's
"Clever Analogies if you please!"
Categories:
impelling, nature,
Form:
Personification
The full moon and milky snow illuminate the nighttime landscape I found myself lost on the mountain.
I have to make a choice. Looking for the North Star I placed a stick pointing north to direct me to the closest destination when I rise in the morn dawn. To the North one hundred fifty miles to the nearest cabin hoping that it is supplied with stable foods and a warm place to stay until rescued, or south two hundred miles in the other direction where a trapper lives all year round.
Over my shoulders I carried my rifle and survival equipment and begin the one hundred fifty-mile hike to the cabin. Walking through spruce, hemlock, and lodge-pole pines and eating a variety of berries.
In the morning after the snowstorm, I woke to ski snow-powder steeps. A wolf rested on its haunches, inspecting my unprotected surroundings. I took aim, shot, and missed, and it turned and took off.
For days, I had the feeling that someone or something was watching me. I started seeing signs of bear tracings. I was almost out of ammunition for my rifle and decide to make a spear. I looked around for a suitable sturdy tree limb or sapling a few inches taller them me. Using my knife, I fashioned a shelf for the knife creating securing support for the knife and wrapping it tight with rope.
I had shot a three-point buck early that morning and dressed it out; when I heard woof, woof, woof, sounds. The brown grizzly bear came down on all fours and started pawing at the ground, then came at me like a freight train.
I wedge the wooden in of the spear between the rock and into the ground. The grizzle charged then stood up rising above me, impelling itself through the heart with the spear killing it instantly. His dead weight slumped falling limp forward on top of me trapping me under.
Tired and cold the pain disappeared by the time I amble down the pathway toward the summer cabin in the noon-lit dawn.
1/3/2017
Categories:
impelling, courage, snow, strength, winter,
Form:
Epic
The sun's a majestic and radiant power
And all it caresses is warmed by its kiss.
It revives each day with a new beginning,
But in evening, succumbs to twilight's dim bliss...
To be bright and radiant as the rising sun,
Yet glow softly as sunset when day is done.
The moon, such a solemn and lonely sphere
Lays like a jewel on the velvet of night;
A defined silhouette on the darkness of sky,
Reflecting a tranquil, but mysterious light...
To be bold and cool as the moon's icy spark,
Yet meek as the shadows that hide in the dark.
A breeze playfully stirs in the fresh morning air
As it travels its way unhindered and free,
At impulse can turn into a gale of a wind,
A determined master of the land and the sea...
To be childlike and free as a soft summer breeze,
Yet impelling and strong as a wind felling trees.
The misty whisper of a drizzling rain,
Quiet and soothing as a gentle hum,
Can become the beat of a different song
With torrential pounding like a jungle drum...
To be gentle and coy as the raindrops of spring,
Yet persevering as a rainstorm's wildest fling.
The crystalline flakes of a snowfall descend
Creating vast blankets of whiteness that gleam,
Superficially masking the time-weathered earth,
A vision to behold, so peaceful and clean...
To be light and fragile as the new-fallen snow,
Yet deep as the earth that is lying below.
Sandra M. Haight
~5th Place~
Premiere Contest: No. 256
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 01/02/2017
~8th Place~
Premiere Contest: 1st Place Only
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 10/23/2016
~1st Place~
Contest: 'Soulidified'
Verlena S. Walker
Judged: 04/06/2015
Categories:
impelling, inspirational, introspection, uplifting,
Form:
Rhyme
Mothers Day always trips sadness
in me since her death years ago;
impelling a circuitous
journey of memories that flow
within a stream of consciousness
always the same, unabated.
It’s ***** how an act of congress
can regress a mind effected
in such a way as to cause tears.
I guess stranger things have happened
and will happen over the years.
Though measured in nanoseconds
these yearly memories of her
are all that remains of mother.
Categories:
impelling, introspection, mother,
Form:
Verse
Which is it: you can't get started unless
you're riding some current bigger than your reporting voice
or the best time to write is when you don't have much to say
and without plenty to say about everything you'll get better right away.
Form is very often a betrayal of reality
or, although we are initially drawn to poems by their passion and urgency,
we are convinced by the formal means invented
for their impelling motives. Every accidental crack or dent.
Not just mildly disquieted but actively repelled,
running for the River Styx, the doors of Hell pell mell,
there must be a crack, deep and unmendable, in the poet
that the poet must forever try to mend. Or not.
While mortal poets imitate, immortal poets steal.
That's plagiarism. Fortunately the public feels
less strongly about poetry than television,
communism and aging gracefully through meditation.
Now I'm being silly. My silly indefatigable lusting,
silly sadness, silly arguing and silly trusting.
All I do not know about our nation's history, wars
and what showering the people you love with love does.
Ransacking apothegms, algorithms
and selling the loot as memes,
dissemblings. Or bearing fardels
with the warrior's skull.
Categories:
impelling, age, betrayal, love, memory,
Form:
Free verse
Because this is my feeling and what i yell inside
I yell it with anger and i yell it with pride
You might not know what ones been through
But this is part of whats been true
What is there to do
I am a soldier at war with the core
Fighting for my insecurity, in my life's debility
In search for reality through my music ability
Yeah my life is somehow fake
Not even with so much at stake
For goodness sake I want to break
Because with great power comes great responsibility
In an apocalypse of ability, charisma and sensibility
Moments in life are what create a person what he is
In description falling in abyss
My life changed me completely
The point of views that i see in me
Generosity that unfolds through me
Now just pointers to these feelings
Differences that might seem like misunderstandings
Comes and goes that end up as great landings
Now lets just go back to my sentir
Forgive me not the one here to plead
Its my people that call out my story
Who call out the way I face my glory
Like the time i was crossing the border
I still get punished for my misconduct disorder
Now locked in a 5 by 11 cell
I now many don't know this
And many cant tell
But this is just a bit of whats impelling upon
To make it straight I am no criminal I am no con
Just made bad decisions in my life
Now believing in the right in the right of a second chance
I blew opportunities but lets enhance
Certain people just judge me by my stance
Don't judge me by what you glance
There is a lot more to me
Then there is the eye can see
I know no one is superior
No one is inferior
Meant to soar through the stars
not meant to be behind bars
I just know we deserve the same respect
Coming from his image so we simply just connect
I may not have achievements
But i have many goals
Categories:
impelling, dedication, growth, identity, inspirational,
Form:
Epic
Beautiful memories will always remain florid every night and morn,
Like a cooling shower that caress the wall of fruitful emotion,
Whose drop is an antidote and a vane of stupefaction
That warms the pad of feelings to a greater intensity
Their love stand upon the mount Zion under the shade of Almighty,
Impelling the flannel of vigor like a prominent flag in the air
Assemblage of stars, honoring the blossom couples at a glance
As a sign of deference across the cardinals of humanity,
And the Colly-bird whose eyes gyrate over their dramatic sphere,
And whose beak is a brilliant seat of soothing fun-fair,
Will never resist to trap them a rapturous wave of jazz;
A kiss from the valley of kisses showed them the power in closeness
A hug from the pit of heart brought them the scene of love
Fervid communication bridged the lacuna in their feebleness
Flame of trust burning in their hearts liquidated the puff of leeriness
The jazz of unity being rendered by the bird of unique qualities,
Was lighted up by the cherubic squirrel getting a load of their scene,
A dance was staged, accompanied with the claps of glory,
While loosing its syrupy palm kernel being masticated by its jaw
The squirrel said, when the golden breeze of imagination blew,
Across the holistic lambent garden of grandeur,
Near the plethora stones of beauty dazzling on the floor of their merriment;
Hold yourself tight,
Call yourself one,
And switch on the light of laughter
Categories:
impelling, fantasy,
Form:
The sun's a majestic and radiant power
And all it caresses is warmed by its kiss.
It revives each day with a new beginning,
But in evening, succumbs to twilight's dim bliss...
To be bright and radiant as the rising sun,
Yet glow soft as the sunset when day is done.
The moon, such a solemn and lonely sphere
Lays like a jewel on the velvet of night;
A defined silhouette on the darkness of sky,
Reflecting a tranquil, but mysterious light...
To be bold and cool as the moon's icy spark,
Yet meek as the shadows that hide in the dark.
A breeze playfully stirs in the fresh morning air
As it travels its way unhindered and free,
At impulse can turn into a gale of a wind—
A determined master of the land and the sea...
To be childlike and free as a soft summer breeze,
Yet impelling and strong as a wind felling trees.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: Premiere Summer
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 06/18/2017
~1st Place~
Contest: Whispers of Your Soul
Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle
Judged 01/09/2015
Categories:
impelling, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
Within this realm I can converse
Palaver, prattle or parley
So many words from which to choose
A choice to winnow, will and weigh
With words I can tell a story
Anecdote, fable or novel
Or just convey some useless facts
Unmistakable, data, gospel
They can tell you what I’m feeling
Sensations, semblance, perception
Even describe the way I look
Visualize, perceive, envision
Words can induce feelings of love
Affection, fervor, ardency
And all to often inflict pain
Suffering, anguish, misery
Sometimes words are thought provoking
Impelling, cogent, alluring
While others can keep you guessing
Uncertain, assume, surmising
With words there are no boundaries
Barriers, brims, extremities
So free your imagination
Invention, idea, artistry
Categories:
impelling, imagination, inspirational, on writing
Form:
Rhyme
As summer withered to its end
I thought of Maggie as a friend
But when pale dew weighed down the grass
Young Maggie bloomed from spritely lass:
She burst to woman, overnight,
Bright smile, all curves, a pleasant sight—
We blushed and gazed through early fall,
Still young enough for touch football;
We ran and weaved and tumbled down
To lie in leaves hued autumn brown
While teammates mocked and rolled gloss eyes
At love arrived in friendly guise.
Then, charged with terror and romance,
I took my crush to Harvest Dance;
We closely swayed upon gym’s floor,
Her warmth and scent impelling more:
In crisp night air I clutched her hips
And breathed a fog as we touched lips.
For Halloween, we dressed the same,
My notebook margins held her name.
I lugged her books through cold to school,
Entranced and feeling not the fool
Until that day she softly said
At heart, she felt, our love was dead.
I pined for her through solstice drear
And Christmastime brought little cheer.
But, New Year’s Eve, I found a date
Who smooched and clinched ‘til very late:
That luscious fling turned winter hot,
And autumn love? I plumb forgot.
September 27, 2017
Autumn Romance Poetry Contest
Julie Rodeheaver, Sponsor
Categories:
impelling, autumn, romance, youth,
Form:
Rhyme
Gathering beneath my feet, a tempest impelling me just a little further.
Releasing it's strength - replenishing mine expunged from my journey.
Stand up, stir thyself ruffle thy wings against the stones-
they've become emaciated with everyones burdens except your own.
Relinquish familiar burdens preventing your flight..
Cause a tremor - disturbing your entire atmosphere.
Arise with boldness take back your majestic stance -
Bury all dead things that have been a burden to you.
You'll no longer carry those which refuses to stand or prosper.
Come out of the cleft, away from the crack of the mountain -
Take thy stance prepare to excel the tempest is beneath your feet.
Categories:
impelling, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
Don't Know
It's a long pain,flowing through my veins.
Cursing the pain ,sleeping in frosty rain.
Creeping with suffering,lying in hell.
Hangover of bearing,thuds heart without gain.
Leans over nails,crucifix the soul.
Thunders cross eyes,fills it with sacrifice.
Regretting the move,empty feel goes in vain.
Crumble down with emotion',and words get fumble.
Leaving the limelight,showing the world dark-knight.
Crossing over fear,only aftermath in light.
Ruined remains of manor,bricks fell like remains.
Bruised with wounds,cry in pain.
Shattered dreams,walked on fire bed.
Boulevard opens up,with dried leaves fallen dead.
Collapse with emotions,doping is the only way.
Spoiling the sanity,diluting the originality.
Living on fast track,oldies are left to be slow.
Impelling it more,it only shakes heart spares.
You lie in pain
Beats you till death
Kill you till your
last breath.
Categories:
impelling, sad, heart, pain, heart,
Form:
Free verse
No feeling, no sense,
I''m drowning in an
ocean of nothing.
No light, no sight,
I''m blinded by impelling
bolts of mangled trust.
No hope, no soul,
my spirit is lost within
penetrating thorns of
shadowy hedges.
No shape, no form,
my body is built of
nothing but burning
dust, trapped within
whirlpool of discared
essense and understanding.
Categories:
impelling, life, loss, sad
Form:
The full moon and milky snow illuminate the nighttime landscape I found myself lost on the mountain.
I have to make a choice. Looking for the North Star I placed a stick pointing north to direct me to the closest destination when I rise in the morn dawn. To the North one hundred fifty miles to the nearest cabin hoping that it is supplied with stable foods and a warm place to stay until rescued, or south two hundred miles in the other direction where a trapper lives all year round.
Over my shoulders I carried my rifle and survival equipment and begin the one hundred fifty-mile hike to the cabin. Walking through spruce, hemlock, and lodge-pole pines and eating a variety of berries.
In the morning after the snowstorm, I woke to ski snow-powder steeps. A wolf rested on its haunches, inspecting my unprotected surroundings. I took aim, shot, and missed, and it turned and took off.
For days, I had the feeling that someone or something was watching me. I started seeing signs of bear tracings. I was almost out of ammunition for my rifle and decide to make a spear. I looked around for a suitable sturdy tree limb or sapling a few inches taller them me. Using my knife, I fashioned a shelf for the knife creating securing support for the knife and wrapping it tight with rope.
I had shot a three-point buck early that morning and dressed it out; when I heard woof, woof, woof, sounds. The brown grizzly bear came down on all fours and started pawing at the ground, then came at me like a freight train.
I wedge the wooden in of the spear between the rock and into the ground. The grizzle charged then stood up rising above me, impelling itself through the heart with the spear killing it instantly. His dead weight slumped falling limp forward on top of me trapping me under.
Tired and cold the pain disappeared by the time I amble down the pathway toward the summer cabin in the noon-lit dawn.
12/30/2021
Categories:
impelling, fear, snow, winter,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
The Adversary
He watched them as day passed upon day, peering upon the intimate scene,
As God communed heart to heart, one on one with the woman and the man the only
Beings where his likeness and image could be seen.
Garden beautiful was unguarded and free for all to enter;
He crept in dexterous in all his ways with the sword of deceit clasped in hand
he came to conquer the mind of man.
Hurled from heaven by the creator of all good,
resentment heaved out an odious pit in the tempters salient mind,
with trenchant vengeance and anger’s gall he purposed
that not only he would fall.
He would mar man the being where God’s image was seen,
He struck his first blow with a question, opening the door
Of incredulity, he launched a final attack
By insinuating that God had held something back.
With the woman’s mind in upheaval the forbidden morphed
Into a captivating delicacy,
impelling her into its aura without hesitancy.
Unbeknown to her she had been deceived,
So she ate and shared it with her mate.
He promised her the semblance of God knowing evil and good,
But his promise became wormwood.
They abdicated life’s delight for knowledge cocooned in gloom
As black as night.
He originated the fall, but he did not win even in the face
Of his pugnacious gall.
In love God gave his son as a ransom, all that believe will live
Forever in heaven a far better standing than before the fall.
Whatever plots an evil foe may conjure the omniscient mind
Of God is impossible to conquer.
Categories:
impelling, conflict,
Form:
Rhyme