Best Intensifies Poems
Monet
Come with me, let us rekindle love –
walk with me over bridges aglow
while rivers magically glisten below.
If you hold my hand,
perhaps, we might spy a magpie
perched from a snowy sky and as night
stirs, then shifts from a full-swing soiree
into muted memories of still life,
I might fear darkness less
than when I am alone and adrift.
If you remember, the city lights
are more beautiful when it rains softly,
but a stormy night without you
takes me by surprise every time.
Tonight, let me be your Camille,
allow me to inspire the artist in you,
if for nothing more than conversation
or passionate admiration. You and I
can chase Pegasus, watch him gallop
across mystical skies in motion,
wings spanning our unabridged story
in unison till we flow into flaxen dawn
of illumination in golden-blues.
Are you only an impression of yesterday's
tearful adieu or more?
Without you, my melancholy song will rise
like smoke puffing from rooftop chimneys.
In an enlightened city, I hear music
from the spirited streets. It haunts me
and still intensifies my desire for love.
When you are gone, I can smile and even laugh
sometimes, but I cannot hide
the pale hues of sorrow in my eyes.
My Monet visions of sunrise awakened by
the warmth of your breath in whispers of morn
will dull to grays when again, you go away.
Tomorrow, I will be left to ponder
my worth, my suffering, my vulnerabilities,
all the colors of my world
while I chase shadows in the sun,
always searching for the perfect one –
a balance of light and dark,
of missing you too much and not enough.
Chase your dreams while I chase time,
infinite turmoil from a speared sky,
and days will remember to turn to night.
Even long after I die,
skies above us will dance in starlight
for someone else’s eyes. Until then,
the perfect shadow may be my own
next to yours, no matter the source of light.
But as I learn to pace footsteps alone,
reaching from a canvas brushed in strokes
of my own light, like stars,
I am loving you from afar.
Written 7/19/20
Since first I saw you, it was your eyes,
mesmerizing, your gaze transporting
me to a realm, not of fantasy, real,
where young men go when cupid’s
arrow takes root.
Since first I saw you, it was your lips,
captivating, holding me frozen
in anticipation of our lips brushing
for the first time.
Since first I saw you, it was your voice,
a crescendo, light, invigorating,
each word you speak intensifies
my hearing, enveloping each
note, time ceases as I hang motionless
savoring, memorizing.
Since first I saw you, it was your hair,
long, flowing, gently rising above
your shoulders as a slight breeze
passes through sending waves
of your essence my way.
The sun magnifying each strand,
highlighting the minute
variances of invigorating color,
creating a halo effect, a portrait of
your beauty forever imprinted.
Since first I saw you, It was you,
my love forever more for you,
only you.
Where is the secret of the rainbow?
At the edge of one's own life?
Whence does it come, with those lovely pastel colours?
Is it a heavenly art or a mere human illusion?
Some form of an ancient creative masterpiece?
Perhaps expressionism was reassessed?
The spiritual in natural art is oft-forgotten
in musty mists, where the soul engages
in confrontations with the deadly reaper.
The appalling midst of winter intensifies in the freeze,
and the psychology of death deepens,
for we are too much attached to worldly cares.
Characteristic emotions in cowardly conflicts.
One can say so very few words about
the astute business of a measured life,
like autumn's falling bronzed leaves,
its face value is not easily perceived;
for dead leaves turn into compost,
no peaceful transition true, but a must
that leads and helps life's renewal in spring.
Forget the troubled dream of dreary life,
let the seasons daub their watercolours bold and free,
the rainbow assigns a variety of mellow hues,
chooses always the brightest.
For the secret of the rainbow
a symbol of new hope lies in its Creator.
Stealing what the day won
grey clouds evoke despair,
choking a waning sun.
A dullness dims the air
and flower petals close,
in order to prepare.
Bruised indigo splotches
dapple diminished blues,
with dark purple blotches.
Flashing within the gloom
lightning intensifies;
with a thunderous boom.
And its jagged claws scratch
at the air in the sky,
searching out drops to snatch.
But such strikes are in vain;
electrical talons,
can not grasp drops of rain.
She enters the fray like a storm;
thunder and lightning in her wake.
And a deluge of tears follows;
the very ground appears to quake.
She's an explosion of fireworks;
as spectacular as the dawn.
And igniting flames of fury;
in a blinding flash, she is gone.
A lady to be reckoned with;
fire flares within her dragon eyes.
And strikes fear in the hearts of men;
exposing their deceit and lies.
Like spheres of fiery energy;
her eyes illuminate the night.
And her aura intensifies;
to a glow of glorious light.
The daylight hours start to fade and die
Darkness creeps upon us like a stalking black cat
Streetlights flank both sides of the road
Looming large like massive matches waiting to be ignited
Special sensors activate, striking them into life
Dim at first then building to illuminate our way
Gradually the lustrous shimmer intensifies
Glowing giant angels with gleaming halos
Sodium bulbs emitting a golden aura
Shining in the dark with a comforting light
Beaming brilliance on our world making it bright
Meandering into the distance like a yellow corn snake
Guiding us on our way along our streets and roads
Jan Allison
2nd October 2014
Contest: Find The Puzzle T A R N D A I
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud ~awarded 5th place~
blue birch tree
behind the forest walls
staggering
in the shadows
absorbing every howl.
The phantoms collide
with your seeds of sobriety...
their cackle intensifies
(barometer of your successes).
The golden brook is within your reach
of your denim fingertips..
so reach dear one reach.
like a star searches for its sweet burning heart
full of life and the living sweetness
fight on fight hard
swing your roses at the sword
your not alone
that bird in the clearing sings your victory song..
reach for it through the briar
i'll meet you in the center
in the bowel of the storm
and kiss away the blood of your battles.
Moonlight casts its silver shadow over the inky sea
I’m in awe of its beauty; it always captivates me
Suddenly obscured by gossamer clouds drifting past
The shadows changing constantly their beauty never lasts
The chill breeze it intensifies; the clouds are rushing by
Ripples make the shadows dance and catch my teary eye
I love to stand and watch this scene when I get the chance
Being with my loved one and a great time for romance’
Its scintillating silvery glow lifts the veil which shrouds your face
Arm in arm we gently stroll I yield to your tender embrace
A sense of calm and tranquility envelop us as we walk
Its luminosity casts its magical spell we have no need to talk
Two lovers forgetting life's uncompromising complexities
Unlocking wary but loving hearts and exchanging keys
My very soul drinks in the ambiance of loves atmosphere
Into the future we walk together, our true love holds no fear
The years go by and into one our hearts melt
That orchestra of loves music deep inside we felt
Our lives have not always been a sweet melody
We’ve worked and toiled and earned our victory
May 30th 2014
Contest
Leaving my car, I hasten my pace as
silent pain, screaming inside me
intensifies with the increasing movements made
by what I only can describe as an invisible snake
slithering beneath my flesh.
It’s felt by only me, and seen by no one -
the strange phenomenon
of a nervous system gone awry from side effects
of the “miracle” of modern medicine.
I know my conditions now by the title of Neuropathy,
but that definition does not come close to
describing what I experience unceasingly.
Mere “tingling or numbness”
would be preferable
to the feeling of a slithering serpent
squeezing or pressing down along my back.
Striding into the grocery store,
I find what I need as quickly as I can.
At any time, my metaphorical serpent
might decide to wildly strike,
perhaps while in the checkout line as I wait
with my silent screaming -
Please, line, move! Just let me finish here!
Afterward, with grocery bags in hand,
I scramble to my car.
Once inside, I press my back against my seat.
Ahhhh, relief!
The snake loses its momentum when I am reclined
or pressing myself against a surface,
and so I am not physically as active as I used to be.
People with chronic unseen disabilities
are not just a few.
When you chance to see someone fidgeting
in a line, looking as if
they’d like to “jump out of their skin,”
maybe you are seeing someone like me
with silent pain, screaming
from within.
Nov. 19, 2022
For Edward Ibeh's Pick-A-Title, Vol 33 Poetry Contest
#3 chosen: Silent Pain, Screaming
Street Cries
Son remember this gentle kiss can hide filthyness of feature events
As I converse to his innocence
Our time spent precious in a world reckless hectic dieses infected
Praying he receive the message knowing his faith is tested
Make sure your hearts protected this world leaves you breathless if you let it
Never forget it pops said it when you realize in due time we have street cries
Don't be suprised truth they undermine hide slide lies make sure your on point Jackson five
They penilize those crossing lines decide to open wide
Supply masses their plans of genocide that's why mysterious people die
Classified chemical envasion replacing brain stimulation Intensifies sensation stem cell occupations
Secret military stations nations at war destroying creation
This is what you facing lust chaseing digital information generation
Be aware of were trust you placing food you tasting
F.D.A gets away everyday putting unhealth on shelf increasing wealth
Make sure to obtain knowledge of self
Welcome to the new world hope this conversation helps peace
The Symphony of Rain
I gazed outside my patio
the gray clouds formed a dire dun
A clap of thunder sent its hint
and lightening followed as a spark
The season for the rain has come
and rain descends and spreads a song
A steady stream of decibels
intensifies a melody
The chorus joined by flowered plants
birch and Palm trees dance and sway
Repeating verses to a lull
then soon there are the single drops
dripping then there is no sound
A rainbow arcs around the sky
The birds return and greet the sun
They languish in the water fount
and sing an encore to the end
Ralph Sergi September 3, 2018
*I wrote this poem while watching and listening
to a tropical storm. It was very enlightening
the rain is my motivaton to cry the night away
it is the inspiration for a solitary serenade
it echoes through the mausoleum of memories in my mind
and it washes away the pain with the help of father time
the rain reunites the senses and induces tranquility within
it also intensifies emotions like the ocean against the wind
it offers harmony to humanity and it calms the savage beast
it cleanses soul, self and spirit to say the very least
it renders a mirror into your soul that magnifies your ways
like the puddle from the rain reflecting the image it displays
happiness is to day like rain is to tomorrow
how can we ever know happiness if we never known the sorrow?
Whisper to me little one
as the waves break on the shore
and brings the mysteries of the deep
with her haunting memories fore
Whisper to me little one
as the wind changes her pace
Her howling scream then silent still
keeps tortured cries encased
Whisper to me little one
of all lost grains of sand
ever seeking their way home
but scattered by human hands
Whisper to me little one
as the sun intensifies her heat
yet cannot melt with all her warmth
the coldness of defeat
Whisper to me little one
and do not feel aghast
Be not conspirator with this world
nor keeper of the past
Whisper to me little one
and share with me your fears
the secrets of your sufferings
the hidden controlled tears
Whisper to me little one
for unlike the wind and sea
I'll offer arms of comfort
and the words to set you free
Whisper to me little one
for each grain of sand is mine
thought lost none can destroy you
who was held by the Divine
Now hold on to me little one
as buried nightmares rise
and with distinctive form and shape
is revealed before your eyes
But as you look my little one
forget not that I say
"You're stronger, well learnt, and my love,
will ever guide the righteous way"...
THE DREAMING SOUL
DREAMS OF A PASSION
GREATER THAN THE STARS,
DEEPER THAN THE OCEAN,
AND HIGHER THAN ANY MOUNTAIN.
OVER THE YEARS, THE PASSION OF THE
DREAMER CLARIFIES AND INTENSIFIES.
THE SOULS PURPOSE IS TO EXPERIENCE
THE GRAND DESIGN OF LIFE,
AND THEN FIND MEANING WITHIN THE EXPERIENCE.
PASSION IS THE ONLY TRUE INTENTION OF THE SOUL.
PASSION IS THE CRISPY, SWEET, TASTE OF AN APPLE,
WHILE THE SOUL CREATES ECSTACY IN EACH MOMENT.
Like a tempest churning upward
on seething pinnacles of wind,
like a twisting, whirling violence
that is too cruel to comprehend;
thus the conflict of our nature
intensifies within the breast,
agitating all distortion
as it obliterates all rest.
Like waves, loud and wildly clashing,
tormenting both the sea and shore,
like the mouth of hell enlarging
forever craving more and more
is the plight of human spirits,
hungering always for release,
never finding it till yielded
completely to the Perfect Peace.
Like a Galilee once quieted
where Jesus spoke His "Peace, be still,"
thus the conflict we must forfeit,
the raging war of human will.
Lost in Him our plans, ambitions,
resigned to death the carnal strife,
impotent the vicious madness
in joyous, resurrected life.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, 1987