Best Intakes Poems
I’m here.
Holding up the sky
It will not fall on you
Not again
In these days once more
When you tell me you canna do it
Not again
Stuttering intakes of breathless oceans apart
Yet so close as to tingle fingertips
Gasping at familiar melodies of desert songbirds
The smell of earth after a rainstorm
Two thousand miles of trust
Between us
And the origin of this collaboration
Of souls
Back to the beginning
Of recognition of you of me and
Me of you and
There is no end
Not this day
Nor tomorrows ever will I
Leave you
For I would cease to breathe.
For my Devin
Categories:
intakes, friendship, loss, love, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Have you ever felt the sun's glow bask over your skin
And felt so soothed
So totally content
And exalted
That you only want to stretch out
Whether on the green grassy lands
Or on the cold sands
And drink of this glow
Drink as much as you can
As the thirsty do, after a long walk
In an empty desert?
Have you ever walked around town
And felt so enlightened
For surrounding you are places of worship
Meant not for one religion solely
But, being so diverse, yet, at the same time
So peaceful and so tolerant of each other
So much that walking through the streets
And merely glancing at it all
Your faith in the higher powers
Would simply flare up!
Have you ever wanted to sit, in total solitude
And admire the ocean
Whether it remains as calm as the blue skies
Or whether it rages as if it were pandemonium
Whichever, it matters not
For in the end, you only want to let such a sight
Drown in your gaze
And feel wings grow on your heart
To set you soaring up in emotional
Intakes of heavy breaths
Filled with the ecstasy of being!
Why, have you ever wanted to feel warm in winter
To complain of the heat all year round
And to enjoy the sight of a tropical paradise
One filled with a green flora
And a diverse fauna
And a multicolored nation
One bent on protecting its legacy
Yet, at the same time
One prone to progress to tomorrow!
Pray, if you do dream of such
Then, come
Come to the exotic tiny piece of land
That is Mauritius!
Categories:
intakes, beach, beauty, sun, sunset,
Form:
Free verse
Beneath the hailing of the storm, my baby
And I hold each other close, rock in to the
Rheum of the rain, let the thunder strike,
As it chases after the tail wind of the lightning bolt,
But all I hear is his heart beating in tune with mine!
Passions earth bound blaze, as desires lustful spirits
Sets this night a flame, I’m ignitions token to spark,
And he’s the fuels kindling, fire and ice melting together
In perfections ultimate blending of lovers, just listening
To the rheum of the rain!
Tender petals of moonlights ecstasy, fall within our silken
Sheets of seduction, let no tear drops blemish this magical
Unions bedding, for under vows spoken umbrella our love’s
Devotion protects this cherished couple!
Dream weaver, within your mystical inspiration these timeless
Castaways, drifting upon the waves of pleasures endearment,
Listening to the rheum of the rain, floating amongst the tides
Of their life together, carelessly set free within each other’s open
Arms of love!
Let the clear mists flow across the puddles of rainbows
Reflections, but we notice not for we’re lost within
The gazing ripples flowing between us, as exchanging
Softly words whispered in this night of lovers,
Whom rock in the rheum of the rain!
Let the sand castles melt within the surf’s spray,
May the world pass us ideally by we are not,
Allow the very mountains to be consumed
Beneath the commanding waves of the seas
Themselves, but it will not disturb this
Totally perfection shared between him and me,
My lover and me!
Oh Lord God, I’ll hold no ideal above thee,
Except the image of this man whom rests besides me,
For he is mine heart and soul, the very life breathing
Within me!
As his blue eyes open in the first rays of sunshine,
My world begins to spin, as we share good mornings
The clock begins to tick, forever the stars linger
With every breathe he intakes, and exhales,
Behold life is fresh and new all over again!
Two rain drops flicker in the twilight hour of night,
Spinning from heaven, as silver tinsels of crystal
Water, chasing each after each other, as light prisms
Of passion cascading downwards hitting the tin roof,
As two lovers listen again rock to the rheum of the
Rain, what a sound to behold!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
intakes, adventure, beauty, devotion, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
anxiety, care, corruption, creation, destiny, environment, rainforest,
CHERRY-PITS AND FOGGY AIR©
Miseries mount on high
If only I had that again
Too little too late too much
Life’s no bowl of cherries
And the rain fell hard today!
Skies sheathed in dust and smog
Pollutes the once green terrain below
The ‘fresh’ air demotes to shallower breaths
Intakes ‘tanked’ to partings of out rage
The taste of ‘bottled’ flavoured water rises
The ‘breaths’ of air when bottled will increase
And next it will be one costly ‘purification’ deed
For those left and known to mankind.
Categories:
intakes, anxiety, care, corruption, creation,
Form:
Verse
corruption, discrimination, feelings, judgement, nonsense, poets, spoken word,
ScatterBrain/ Misdeeds! ©
From my scrambled mind brews quagmires of twaddle---
I try to assimilate wisdom with lyrics….
My mouth slags ‘lost’ for proficient words ---
And fall short when none come to note!
But so many vulnerable targets lay in ear shot---
'Truths' indiscriminately slung, do injure when worded….
Only an ‘embarrassment’ is to be my reward if done ….
Endless intakes of ‘mouthed’ disbelief become outtakes---
And are ‘rooted’ for ‘non-favours’ to testimonials given…?
I step back and think ‘thrice’ before I let my ‘wits'....
Blow and pass out ‘slurred’ scatterbrained thought!
Categories:
intakes, corruption, discrimination, feelings, judgement,
Form:
Verse
Ode To A Dead Pilot
The time to sioux for peace is before the first shot is fired.
Weapons of destruction aer better turned around.
Point them at the darkness and then frown.
Fighting is for ^A^ngels and much nobler sorts than yew.
A Soldier in his britches needs a glory to behold;
other than the flag of his own country I am told.
Place your thoughts above on things where Christ
does dwell, and walk on streets of GOLD.
Even in your dreams and memories it will help you to grow old.
There was once a MAN who was once a boy.
He played with toys, and after graduation then He heard:
Great engines sucking air into intakes,
and the expelling of the air again to reach a multi-colored
transfer pointe and sometimes after running out of fuel
a man does NOT bail out...
but takes his planethopping function into the DEAD terrian.
Avoiding populated areas, to kill a cactus NOT a populas.
When that MAN is inn his Heaven and rewards come due.
I want to hear everyone in Heaven say,
'He was a boy getting into that aeroplane, but he
became a MAN today.
I saw several of my men turn fear away from populated places,
as they crashed and died in flame into the desert cactus,
to ensure the best proclivity of mass production.
The wreckage of an aeroplane.
Charles Hice
Categories:
intakes, devotion, friendship, imagination, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
desire, destiny, future, games, journey, life, men,
©Wheels of Fortune
Monumental acts are traumatized to stillness
Breathe intakes become gasps of disbelief
Speech cripples to a moment’s pondering
Whether to bring upon laughter, guilt or tears
When ‘understanding’ becomes a path
Time records a lifetime of questioning
To what progresses in maturing men’s minds deliver
And of how many stretches ‘lie’ to those testaments!
We are ready and only human when ‘termed’ to task-find
When that mighty hand-spin directs and advises the player
This adventure ‘life-saga’ of choice to fortune begins
Only stops at why, where , when and what holds for us
There is in one’s future’s fate for one turn at the wheel
One can wait, step forward, step back from a chance
It is all a game this wheel of fortune!
Categories:
intakes, desire, destiny, future, games,
Form:
Verse
She had many good days and bad ones. There were sad moments and happy ones. There was a period in which she was a daily soft drink consumer.
But I must say that there was nothing soft about the drink she craved.
She was captivated by a certain strong drink more than any other.
As for me, if it wasn’t for the salt and the sugar it contained,
I too would be drinking with a frowning face, just like MOTHER.
Doing the laundry, cleaning the house, and cooking, or simply taking her infrequent leisure. Beautifying someone’s hair, or just chatting with a friend,
there was often a small green glass bottle of soda nearby. This lady never poured from the bottle into a drinking glass. Such a classy ritual was never required nor desired by her. The most favored, the most flavored, and the most refreshing moment for MOTHER was a bag of salted peanuts slowly poured into her favorite strong drink.
Watching as his MOTHER intakes her favorite snack, I, a little boy, look on
and capture a magical moment. The drink was ice cold, but MOTHER liked
it that way.
Sixty-plus years have come and gone, but the memories will not pass soon. Those precious magical moments will last forever. MOTHER, happily drinking her cold and soothing coca cola. The tasty bottle of coke, filled with salted peanuts; MOTHER'S frowns from the very strong taste, but enjoying every drop. Without knowing it, MOTHER was creating a magical moment.
Time has made the little boy a man, but MOTHER'S favorite drink and the memory of that magical moment that she created shall forever stand.
Categories:
intakes, family, home, innocence, memory,
Form:
Prose
A Hush falls upon the night,
As conjurations take full flight,
Sashaying through the misty dew
My thoughts drift towards you
Silently asleep lips lightly apart
Rhythmic intakes keeping time with your heart
A sigh, a gasp, a frown,
What could thy dreams be as the rain thunders down?
A smile in the darkness, a tug upon the sheets,
Covering your face as the coldness nibbles at your feet,
Eyes flicker for a moment then the moment is gone,
Soon the spell of the moon shall be broken by chant of a new dawn.
Categories:
intakes, dream, moon, romantic,
Form:
Couplet
Surfeit of stalagmites barring, hampering my way
Clouds descending from heavenly heights
Obscuring my outlook in the rarified air
Mount Certes challenged all my senses
Aching muscles, pounding heart, gasping intakes of breath
But for all that I felt elated, ecstatically elated
My soul craved for such a challenge an achievement made
I hesitated pondering whether to rest for sustenance
Or carry on unreservedly whilst still light enough to see
There were mountain caves inhabited by Franciscan monks
Many mystics through the ages marvelled at Certes enlightenment
Mount Certes was inaccessible by the seaward side
Sheer chalk cliffs had disintegrated battered by stormy seas
Atop the mountain was the Pinnacle chapel
Once offerings had been made on the site to the Greek Gods
Recent excavations had uncovered many artifacts
Venerable was whispered by town folk below
Whenever the mystics descended for the yearly penitents offerings
Was I strong enough to reach the Pinnacle?
My unswerving faith would ensure
Though my unfit body would be a daunting problem
Recently I had decided to reassess my whole lifestyle
I wanted to be reborn in my values and jaundiced outlook on life
Washed clean, inviolate new goals and to be strengthened spiritually
God would surely forgive my introspective selfish ways
Confess and your sins shall be forgive you
Professed to have been spoken about by the disciple Peter
coming directly from the lips of Jesus himself
I was a sinner, still am, until I reach the Pinnacle of perfection.
Categories:
intakes, blessing, mountains, spiritual, uplifting,
Form:
Narrative
Standing on the shoulder's of giant's
Where we over reliant
To place our faith in the footballing God's
When the final whistle drew deep intakes of breath
And the crowd stood silent
Our race was run
And the scoreline revealed we had sadly not overcome
For us the end had come
And joy was undone replaced by tear's
No more beer's to throw
Nothing left to cheer
It is as we feared
Another opportunity missed another clenched fist
Why does our failure so peresist
Why is the knife always stuck firmly in our back
Is this ever destined to be our lot in life
Never the wife always the bridesmaid
Back to work for me even though I took of Friday
Feels like 1 step forward 2 steps sideways
You never know but your gut always feels
And has learnt how to deal with bad luck
And boy does it suck having coming unstuck once again
And it comes as little consolation how close we came again
Say what you will we failed again
All is left is to take our medicine like men
And to drink ourselves into a stupor again
No 1 likes a sore loser
So raise a glass and may this toast come pass
That 1 day in the not to distant future
Our day will surely come
And football will finally come home
Categories:
intakes, football,
Form:
Free verse
A sweet kiss
hard pressed
returned
fervent embrace
Languishing
such joy
Divided
with one who means so very much
Slowly granting
further, more
giving body
soul, entirity
Our blood pumping, pounding
our heads racing
We gasp
feverish intakes of breath
Taking the passion, the love
in its whole being
Just as we crave the air to breathe
and yet in its midst we forget
hurridly trying to catch our breath
bringing flows
of heated excitement
Depths
of arousal
Anticipation
only those engaged in
can share
passionate reality of
A secret release
powerfully shared and then
stored within
just as we hold forever memory
Relief
sighs together
Souls entwined
Categories:
intakes, devotion, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, love,
Form:
Free verse
Death calling
Very few are talented; gifted to discern the undetected sleeping peacefully, Whispering tightly sworn secrecy. Few are specially hand-pick curse to detect.
Numb wind- gentle breeze, cold air breathing salty rusty slightly decayed; mask in air intakes; provides disguised to skeletal fingers velvet faint touches
Rested underneath wet fresh green grass lay dead plant, surrounded by nourishing fertilizers. Eyes blind to nature signs channelling its impressions.
That washed away like evidence in sinking sand; fermenting fruits stored in olive brown wood containers stock shelves untouched by elves chanting for solid goals,
That fell and died, alone in the wilderness wild uproar sensation vibrates castle bells signaling preparation for battle that rang hollow almost undetected combing un-defensive ears, which sleep harmoniously with hidden danger.
Mind scratches away symptoms; deem forgotten but he’s still their lurking; like a tiger snares approaching his pray in fear, but dared to kill growl softly
Disguised itself in thick bushy deep grass advancing like a young cub learning to feed, sheath teeth slowly unsheathed; watching patiently for opportunity to strike
First it killed mood then pinch joy. Attacking peace while planting seeds, which sprang discomfort, leaves hosting buds of confusing flower, eradicated concentration draining essence thirsty; deplete my life source.
I feel it coming standing firmed leg shaking waiting to collapse. Defenselessly overhearing whispers organizing Leisurely, slaying my alliance; paralyzed functions fade.
I heard his voice but helpless to null my silent screams Cocked ears and listened to my death calling.
Categories:
intakes, death, first love, grief,
Form:
Chant for me in words deliver
Reflections of the soul -- untwists
Released for the face in the mirror
Life seems not made of simple gist
One continues unrelenting
In quest of the everlasting
Yet, man may make many mistakes
Forgiveness’ bosom intakes
And the heart swells with elation
Acknowledgement of great patience
Grace grants feats of jubilation
Where the face was once so intense
The colors of love are now lent
Of an everlasting moment
Categories:
intakes, how i feel, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
The damp night had brought a pearly dawn
Lush green grass stood ankle deep late morn
And there glistening sleek stood a brand new Rolls
In chocolate brown metallic, over seamless gold.
A group of people are looking on,
It must have cost a good deal said one, come on!
It cost ten thousand the young man said
There were intakes of breath, and the shaking of heads.
I am just back from the states another man said
Over there that’s $25,000, the conversation went dead.
The year is now 2010; $10,000 would not buy a Mercedes-Benz
Or even a small Ford (with extra on loan) or it might pay you
8 months rent, it’ll depend on your “zone”.
© Joe Maverick 29-09-2010
Categories:
intakes, life,
Form:
Narrative