Best Impressively Poems
Sing a new song,
In laughing notes of light,
Falling soft as the dawn,
Sighing joy through each midnight,
Feelings glistening like the stars,
Assembled in skies, inspiring…
Playing gentle like old guitars
Reassuring the moments so alive…
Sing a new song,
One full of grace and hope,
Kissed by eternal flames,
Igniting the heart who’ll cope…
With darkness and betrayal,
All the shame of a past
Shadowed by ugliness,
Knowing the melody, so steadfast.
Sing a new song,
Breathed by a soul who glows,
With peace and kindness, stirred…
By the music real love will silently compose,
Music so beautiful and inspiring,
The heart feels like it has been moved,
Brought the gift of tender devotion,
Scattered by harmony that joy has proved…
Sing a new song,
Arise to meet the winds silent gusts,
Whispering through the oaks and pines,
Awakening dreams the heart trusts,
Fulfilling the night’s breathless need…
With a flowing tenderness, the belief
Wisdom showered by snowcapped dreams,
Quietly playing in euphonious relief….
Sing a new song,
In lavender sunsets, painted impressively,
Caressing the skies with bold hues of praise,
Rousing the life with grace so expressively,
Encouraging featherless angels,
Those who need only be known by the gentle
Way they divide moments with light,
Feelings so alive, immense, simply monumental.
Sing a new song,
Pouring like rain falling peaceful
Across the soul who sees the beauty,
Flooding minds, souls, with the easeful,
Sounding more like the rustling of leaves,
Dancing quietly on the autumn day,
Painting the moments, hesitating…
Erasing the pains of darkness’ dismay,
Sing a new song,
Remember the soothing tones,
Intimate like the trembling birth,
Flowing over the smooth stones…
Inviting the soul to flow
With enlightenment who drowns out…
The fears, the tears, the slow,
Easy silence – graceful as love’s fallout.
Sing a new song,
And I’ll sing along – blending voices,
Blending love, so alive –
Like the soul’s light, so many choices…
Will I never know the harmony,
That comes to life for the heart who hears…
Love sung to the heart who believes,
Poetic notes, significant as Shakespeare’s
Dear Miss Monkey Manners: I’m a Spider Monkey in need of your help,
Recently someone yanked my tail and I cried out with a yelp.
It may seem like a little thing to cry when someone pulls your tail,
Unless, of course, it’s mating season and you’re the alpha male.
All of the sudden this younger guy is getting more looks than me,
And there’s a lot of chatter going on all around the banana tree.
I recently overheard some talk about putting me out to pasture,
But with all the Jaguars around this place, a pasture would be disaster.
So tell me is there a way that I can continue to have fun?
Please send your answer right away before setting sun.
My poor, dear Spider friend, please take time tonight to watch the setting sun,
Then apply that sight to your alphaness and grab your prehensile tail and run.
Remember to keep the memories of all the girls you’ve had,
But perhaps it’s best to move along because what happens next is bad.
There will be a challenger who will have impressively aggressive displays
And he will not give a banana flip about stories of your glory days.
So let the girls remember you the way you used to be,
Instead of getting humiliated for all of the world to see.
Go find yourself a lonely tree because that where you belong now,
And if you think that life’s unfair, it’s better than being Jaguar chow.
E nchanted by the elements, Goddess Earth excitedly
A rises, anticipating all her awe-inspiring artistry;
R eveling in the rapture of the rivers’ ripples or roses’ rare redolence;
T antalizing us with her talent for turning out utter transformations.
H er heart holds hues of happiness!
R obust and rosy-cheeked, she rambles,
A dorning arms of trees with amethysts in spring and apples in autumn.
D ancing from dawn to dusk and back to dawn,
I nstinctively and impulsively, she illuminates with imagery - in
A nd out and all about, she ambles ardently.
N ever endingly, this nimble nymph
C apriciously creates - combing sky with clouds and coaxing colors onto canyons,
E xuberantly and effortlessly embracing all of earth’s expanse effulgently.
R iding rainbows or rapids; rending rocks when riled, she regulates and replenishes.
I nherently and impressively imaginative, she is invaluable in
D auntlessly and dulcetly delighting with dazzling display.
E arth, who exhales exquisite breath, may your radiance ride be everlasting!
An Anagram poem!
Nature's Treasures
She sees their crowns had impressively grown
Taller than the obelisk now merely ancient stone
Deepest green like emeralds set on her mystic ring
Forever cognizant and nurtured by a life-giving spring
A gentle presence caresses leaves fervently breathing
Reaching toward heaven imbibing celestial blessing
Over her heart a talisman deciphers cryptic rune
Trees are endowments from beyond the moon
Without trees and grasses fostered by a star...
Planet Earth may inevitably mirror God of War!
***This is an expanded version of the previously posted
poem Cognizant Gems, now with a different title,
"Nature's Treasures"***
10/25/2022
6:20 P.M.
Aboard Rhapsody of the Seas
Limassol, Cyprus
You’re at least a well wisher, so I thought
b’cos of you, I won’t be what I’m not
you’re the grand gangster of your backyard, so what!
your hate is impressively dynamic
the flames- to others you want to transport
the fuel of anger inside of you is quite a lot
boiling a soul which has long been hot
In your whole life, I’m just a dot
my scored goals shouldn’t be that significant
as for this challenge, heavy ammunition I’ve got
hence you can do me nothing so yourself you should sort.
Grow up and this mess inside you please abort
anyway its your choice
cos the ball has always been in your court
Tissiack’s Tears
“[F]or I was absorbed in the great Tissiack [Half Dome]-- I have gazed on Tissiack a thousand times -- in days of solemn storms, and when her form shone divine with the jewelry of winter, or was veiled in living clouds; and I have heard her voice of winds, and snowy, tuneful waters when floods were falling; yet never did her soul reveal itself more impressively than now. John Muir
Tissiack’s tears fall from her rain-stained face,
her profile one with the lichened rock.
She, the spirit of the Ahwahneechees,
speaks silently, with the voice of winds,
of time, change and the valley's past.
My tent at the Lodge opened to her
and for a year I gazed upon and
thought I had begun to understand -
but youth is distracted by what is
and can't see what can't been seen.
Years later, I return to her and sit
in the moonlight at Mirror Lake.
As my eyes tire and become unfocused,
I see her missing half in the water -
her half that isn’t, her mystic moiety.
She then whispers of unhalves, and in the
rippled, reflective waters appears
my unhalf – those thoughts, unthought and
that life, unlived. I now share in her tears
and embrace her unseen soul.
At the sound of the opening door
The crows cawed a warning
A stray cat perched upon the fence
Meowed to greet this morning
The warm sticky fog touched each pore
Made life uncomfortable
How early in spring does summer
Appear so formidable
Each plant contained within a pot
Cries out for moisture please
Like works upon the edited page
Call for a similar reprise
From old, old themes can lines read new
To modern generations
Let my lines ring within their hearts
A message to nations
The sound of thunder marked the time
But no lightning was seen
Like a comet always has a tail
Youth dream their awesome dreams
Some fall by the wayside consumed
Like seed pecked by those crows
Let God's message be heard by all
His love for man disclose
Finis'
Formidable__arousing fear, dread or alarm or inspiring fear or respect
through impressively large, powerful, intense or capable
Reprise__a return to the first theme or subject
A recurrence, renewal, or resumption of action
Her purpose in life is love.
Making people happy,
Bringing great pleasure,
Colouring the world
With pleasing shows,
Her voluptuous shape,
Poses displays,
Exciting minds,
Igniting and kindling,
Explosive creative power,
Impressively
A winner among flowers
Catching the eye of suitors.
Drawing into her blooms
Tulip thirsts for attention
Absorbing energies of passion.
Wendy Jae
Another day ends with insipid sun
One more uncertain season
Another month ebbs slowly invariably gone
One more uninteresting month another reason
Each bulb impressively pushing old soil up
So absented from every winter irritation
The orchestrated plants unite drinking along nature’s everlasting cup,
Invigorated refreshed, outdoor rains unbidden now and so equip spring’s irrigations
Now offering beautiful uniformity, colours ablaze ferociously
Ever changing illusions painting over the untamed soil
All struggling evermore to imitate natures ordered ways
Unbeatable colours abound, Mother Earth delights in toil
Overlong tall upright grasses allow seeds easy dispersal
Insects dancing on flowers undulating formations.
Accustomed we ever become inclined to ogle things universal
Nature abounds with ever more interesting luscious opulent flirtations
Untold species all working ever closer in harmonious obligation
So unlocking faces all smiling even now in sunbathed oblations still unseen
Yet authenticating spring, escaping winter in fulfilling overall nature’s unification.
© ~GG~ 22/03/2013
Competition Entry
Mr. and Mrs. Pinocchio are carvings of wood
No matter how they try, they cannot be good
Lying is their habit. The constant fibbing shows
by the length of snouts; each has a distended nose
They bray like donkeys in the Disney movie
Arrogantly thinking they're impressively groovy
They will never be able to become a real girl and boy
unless they stop lying and end to their cunning ploy
Geppetto, why'd you give these imps a tongue
Their lies are far fetched and their tales far flung
How they love to fabricate fibs and wickedly conspire
Perhaps that wood would be put to better use in a bonfire
I want to be a star
So high and so far
Always shining in the dark
knowing with her light where you are
I want to be a star
Always around the smiling moon
Doesn't matter if Full, or half
I'm shining there even when it's gone
I want to be a star
You look at me with wondering how
Your sad eyes turned to true pleasure
You forgot about your pain somehow
I want to be a star
Always dazzling in the night sky
Dancing there with the hiding stars
That can't be seen with your eye
I want to be a star
Always shining luminously
Always looking at you from far
And getting her love from you impressively
Their spirit beat the void, like the bird from out the ark.
Their soul was as a lampless sea.
Their thoughts came yapping and growling round them like a pack of curs.
They breathe to Heaven like vapor goes.
They moved hither and thither like insects in their crevices.
Quaking and quivering like a short-haired puppy after a ducking battlefield.
In An unknown world, wild as primeval chaos.
Calmly dropping care like a mantle from their shoulders.
Weapons destructive as the lightning flash.
Frightened like a child in the dark.
Their heart grown icy as a fountain in the fall.
Poured the bullets upon their enemies like trembling flood.
Their impulse came and went like fireflies in the dusk.
Their eyes blazed like deep forests and glowed like blue coals.
Their mind murmurs like a harp among the trees.
Their nerves thrilled like throbbing violins.
Their revenge descends perfect, sudden, like a curse from heaven.
Fight impressively as a warrant of arrest for high treason.
Their voice was like the clap of thunder which interrupts the warbling birds.
Their souls wavered and shook like a wind-swept leaf.
Words from the captain gave a curious satisfaction, as when a coin, tested, rings true gold.
Life stretched before them alluring and various as the open road.
Memory and emotion surged in their souls like a tempest.
Their enemies broken like a dam of river reeds.
So Let the Flags of Freedom Fly Unfurled in Their Majesty High.
Thoughtlessly formed and impressively spoken
by a naive and dreamy-eyed youth,
they floated and billowed until they collided
with an ugly reminder called truth.
Then, overwhelmed by superior power,
they plummeted wildly to earth.
Victims of time and demands of the real world,
they failed to establish their worth.
What does a middle-aged dream-maker do
when his last youthful fantasy dies?
He worries and labors, complains, and wipes teardrops,
dreams new dreams, and watches them rise.
This time, more aware of reality's boundaries,
he'll plan more and lower the skies.
July 30, 2020
entered in the Completely New (15) Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Heaven's surround beyond bound's
devour precious feelings found
in each and every one of us count
liturgies archaic literary sound
Saint Catherine's monastery crown
mysterious trees on sacred ground
heavy mountains impressively bind
th' presence of th' lord around
The day’s been impressively amazing
Because everything was entertaining
Birds sang sweetly in shrubs like Hellen
On blossoms lots of bees sought pollen
Bumblebees have been busy like a hussy
Feeling how the day has been shambolic
Because on the path, I heard a heavy truck
That was rolling on the street slowly
Back to the hive, I was very exhausted
In the way that I was unmotivated
Today has been restless and now
Miserable I feel for a quiet morrow
That fetches a sweet day full of hurdles
Thus, we will be cagily flying like turtles
That have no return hope but always dare
And that also I take up is neither truly fair
Life’s honeyed but it’s difficult full at lair
We bear its cynicism to alteration pronto
Sweetness to arise soon we dream on Pluto
Making the itches of bees turn into softness
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile