Best Interacting Poems
Tiny boardwalk along the Halifax River
Waiting to see what “catch” nature will deliver
Royal Palms’ fronds rustle in fall’s gentle breeze
No noisy distractions from teens on their jet skis
Cute baby seagull swims above my fishing line
Unlike a pet, this bird doesn’t bark, bite or whine
He knows me well and I can tell he wants to eat
So I toss bait and he bobs his head for the treat
Yet he lingers, craving a flounder or redfish
You see, my companion and I have the same wish
Quick tug at my line; what prize might lie below?
A hefty blue crab emerges as my cargo
With claws and feathers interacting, I’m amused
But break up the fight so no animal’s abused
Such friends make life better for one who lives alone
In a pandemic when isolation’s seeds are thrown
Fishermen appreciate little rays of hope
That grant a smile and make it easier to cope
August 15, 2020
For Silent One’s “Sanctuary” poetry contest
Categories:
interacting, bird, fishing, nature,
Form:
Couplet
Pleasure threw a party for her friends to come,
she sent invitations out to each and every one.
There were 10 responses and Pleasure did assume
it would be fun to see them interacting in one room.
Unfortunately the 10 who were about to show
had issues with each other ,things she didn’t know.
Joy had left depression just a month before,
couldn’t tolerate his negativity no more.
Paranoia kept Bewildered so confused,
the more mixed up she got the more he was amused.
Affection tried to help Obsession understand,
how her food addiction was getting out of hand.
Apathy was drinking wine coolers as a crutch,
all emotions were aware that she indulged too much.
Acceptance and Joy showed up late but seemed content,
they were welcome at every emotional event.
Depression was not over Joy, he saw her and felt blue,
Bewildered was sure that Paranoia hid her shoe.
Anxiety lost Acceptance and nervously confessed
he brought Assertiveness to help him mingle with the rest.
Affection accused Obsession of eating the buffet,
Paranoia tried to leave, Assertiveness stood in his way,
in the kitchen drinking by herself was Apathy,
Joy and Acceptance both enjoyed the hospitality.
Then Joy helped Bewildered put both of her shoes on,
Paranoia fell for Apathy, they both stayed till dawn.
Acceptance told Anxiety she 'd liked him as a friend,
Affection said “I’m sorry” to Obsession in the end.
Pleasure was quite happy only 10 guests were there,
if there had been more it might have been a wild affair,
each one settled, got along and as you can presume
all emotions set in motion made for a busy room.
Categories:
interacting, funny, emotions, joy,
Form:
Quatrain
Anitha
Wife of Jayasankar, mother of Ashwin
I love creativity, to feel the soul of nature, my muse, and music
I admire every little thing in nature
I keep myself happy by doing things I love to do
To friends, I am loyal
I try to give them my love and support
When I happen to breathe in the polluted air of deception and hypocrisy
and am stressed,
I relax, breathe out and sing a soulful song to de-stress myself
The warmth of the smile of cute babies
and their innocent babbles
soothes me at once, when perturbed
I am in awe of God's marvellous creations,
and the universal appeal that babies of all species hold
I am kind, tender and a romantic at heart
I am cheerful, happy and feel others' pain
I fear lizards, interacting with sly, duplicitous people, dreadful diseases, and a world when all green gone
I would like to fly high in my dreams, uninterrupted, to a perfect paradise and bask in its beauty and peace
I would like to dream more, write more and my voice be heard
I would like to seek the soul of Ultimate Universal Truth.
A resident of Maharashtra, India
Jayasankar
Date: 07/11/2021
Inspired by 'This Is Who I am' Poetry Contest sponsored by Milton Hankins
Categories:
interacting, imagination,
Form:
Bio
The Real McCoy
Androids Humanoid- Robotic Robots
Feel them- touch them- real life fembots
Soulless secretions a monster metallic
A copy completion approaching organic
Interacting in all moods they are set to please
Sub servant or vampish programmed to tease
Favoured by lust as love turns into dust
A bodacious bust that someday will rust
Providing human like- company for men
Discard them-Leave them- again and again
Love in a box the new carnal cosmetic clocks
She shakes and she rocks and even dirty talks
Hearts made of steel- don’t get broken
Yours for the picking- Destiny has spoken
She strikes a pose as you take off her clothes
No need for a rose as you undress and expose
Alas for us ladies the future is bleak
Emotions are replaced- no more to speak
A disheartened Delilah a gratifying Lady Godiva
Unleashing a metal messiah a pandemic pariah.
Aug.24.2017
Collab with a dear friend from down under...(((Maria Williams)))
Thank you, Maria, for your exchange of words and poetic dance...it was great fun to collab with you...let's do it again soon...
Categories:
interacting, desire, future, lust,
Form:
Couplet
Written: February: 06, 2024
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Peaceful solitude,
letting exit of daily routine,
surrender to peace,
deep breathing calms the spirit,
relax tight muscles,
exhaling painlessly,
away from extraneous impacts,
falling into happiness.
Our palms are extended,
only a few inches away,
approach the
shrouded sanctum,
excitedly expecting,
the lavish outpour,
with the cherubs,
leap forward,
our contaminated chalice,
we shed transgressions,
slithering veneer,
digging for who we are,
out of the covetous quagmire.
Gradually into an ecstatic reverie,
where time and space are muffled,
mental symphony, being level and quiet,
quietness says volumes,
rich and calming,
controlling all noises,
who enters my head?
stillness grows inside,
permeating every bodily fiber,
magically interacting within,
so aged things may be rejuvenated,
a baffling land that hides delight,
swaying daisy petals and soft skin,
circles of cutlery.
Colorful smells scent them
pasted text paralysis,
capture lovely theaters,
subtle care cracks,
juxtaposed with colors and rich smells,
falling and reveling.
Categories:
interacting, analogy, beauty, character, dream,
Form:
Free verse
Face to face they stand
Brain to brain
Two-eyed flesh machine
And one-eyed plastic terminal
Interacting systems
Inputting, outputting, precious data.
Face to face they sit
A complex team
Driven to perform
With error-free precision
In a controlled mini-world
Ruled by instant communication.
Face to face they lie
Worlds apart
Stark, cold plastic eye
Flashing programmed data;
Warm, sentimental flesh eyes
Flashing non-programmable twinkles.
Face to face they act
Separate and alone-
Ruled by the giant, apathetic-
God of Technology.
Categories:
interacting, computer, people, technology,
Form:
Free verse
Life is a mess and needs constant cleaning
Soap Opera glasses and bodies acquire meaning
She said this; He said that
Bureaucracy is getting fat, fat, fat
Life is a mess with no sanitizing
Half empty or half full is agonizing
Media talk; on the job gossip
Interacting with people considered Drama Prophets
Life is a mess and will stay as such
Many humans seem to lack the connective touch
Work harder, longer, faster, be perfect!
For some, this is equal to a creative reject
Life is really messy for the next generation
Faster, better, longer; utter frustration
Stress that will taunt and even hurt them
A messy loss of an antiseptic brain stem
Categories:
interacting, allusion, community, computer, confusion,
Form:
Rhyme
take my hand we are to dance in the stars
it is a whirlwind in its arms
as we glide thru they will dance
in a tiara of suns adorning you
now lift your hand, turn in a balance
as we glide thru nebulas
the newly forming stars mix in your hair
as rubies capturing that red seductive glow
the essence you are i so adore
drawn to the center a black hole
becomes weak interacting massive particles
to the gravity in your eyes
i am held in your arms as such
as we escape the event horizon
we are now free to continue in eternity
this is not a dream
it is the next phase waiting
when we escape this mortal coil
there are a trillion galaxies
and upon your dance ticket
i am the only name
wise men say only fools dream
but if you look at Raphael's
School of Athens, there are only men
i prefer the dreams i have in your arms
OKC 9/22
Categories:
interacting, dance, for her, i
Form:
Romanticism
My tropical paradise along the shore
where ocean sounds soothe and warm breezes invite.
I will call you home until I live no more.
All my days basking in the sun's shining light.
Lush gardens and groves bring a lovely array,
orchids, orange blossoms and hibiscus each day.
Petals dress in vibrant colors attracting
bees and butterflies, splendor interacting.
This bustling city set between Everglades
and beaches, many call a sanctuary.
Where the sea meets land under the palm trees shade,
colorful cultures bloom like wild sweet cherry.
A rainbow of people found everywhere.
Spicy food, clothing and dances all have flair.
Abundant wild life from water, earth, and sky,
all share a slice of Florida's key lime pie.
*I call Ft. Lauderdale, Florida my home.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, June 6, 2012
for My Land Is My Home Contest (Skat)
Categories:
interacting, life, nature, people, places,
Form:
Rispetto
I wish these were different times,
when I could write about pollen
and bee, when I could write about
silvery moons, and adventurous
pathways on uncharted romantic
sea --
But all I can write about is FREE!
I wish these were different times
when I could write of Light
and eternity -- when I could write
of my heart, of our growing brood,
the sole focus of mind, on joyfully
interacting~
totally content with treasured company
of my precious, evolving legacy, family-tree --
But all I can write about is FREE!
I'm certain Washington would have
loved to spend Christmas in front of
a cozy fireplace, with loved ones, safe
and secure, his fingers wrapped around
a mug of spicy holiday tea -- instead of
the icy trigger of a musket,
But all he could think of was FREE!
And all those who died at Normandy,
on Omaha Beach, in Okinawa on Hacksaw
Ridge -- riddled with bullets, bodies shredded
by mortars -- never again to hold their
cherished wives and children
just so those loved ones could grow
up healthy and strong
in a world FREE from Tyranny!
Categories:
interacting, christian, corruption, courage, political,
Form:
Free verse
He rolled on the ground erratically,
as though his body was filled with
embers. Villagers gathered around him,
some whose mouths were agape.
Another child of the sun
had been accused
of interacting with a water
sprout, a domain which was reserved
only for the gods. The elders had
initially agreed the boy would be excommunicated
deep into the
wilderness, but his mother pleaded,
in the midst of tears. Quitting
exorcism was out of question.
Categories:
interacting, africa, conflict, culture, deep,
Form:
Narrative
My voice is an echo in the field,
crying out to be heard and no one answers,
loneliness is my shadow and follows me,
it is hard to erase since you left me alone,
the howling wind sings its song of disown.
My voice is an echo in the field,
birds are singing and crickets chirp,
wild flowers are scattered throughout
they are all part of the orchestra of life,
interacting with each other not feeling my rife,
My voice is no longer an echo in the field,
one day I woke up to the sound of hope,
no longer feeling sorry for myself I was renewed,
a feeling of the glory of the promise of love,
a free gift from the lofty heavens above.
Categories:
interacting, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
I - I will never accept hate speechs from fake moral hypocritical brokers
A - aiming, hoping, and wishing for a Nudist country
M - maybe not now, but someday it will come to pass
N - never will i be ashamed of my Naked body or stop promoting Nudism
U - until then i will keep, hoping and fighting the Nude fight
D - days are coming when Nudism will be a standard way of life for the world
I - interacting in tongues of poetry
S - someday i shall get to see a Nudist only nation
M - my poems shall sing in your heart when that day comes
Categories:
interacting, art, body, i am,
Form:
Bio
Earth, Sky and Sea comprising Nature's Trinity
Interacting with each other continuously
Water from earth and sea becomes clouds in the sky
Returning as rain, sleet and snow as time goes by
A delicate balance exists between all three
Which must be maintained to preserve the harmony
Man-made pollution on earth reaches sea and sky
Threatening human existence both far and nigh
The Trinity is embedded in you and me
And we are all embedded in the Trinity
Its matter feeds and sustains the human body
Which returns to it at the end of life's journey
All the life forms are infused with the Trinity
Whether it's creatures that frequent earth, sky or sea
For each is just a brief instant in life's journey
In it's passage through space, time and eternity
Categories:
interacting, earth, environment, life, nature,
Form:
Quatrain
They're called, "the Central Science"
and the Physics connecting with other
Natural Sciences. Becoming the Number
of Atoms on the Left and the Right in the
Equation for a Chemical Transformation
to be EQUAL.
They're the Quantity, the Structure, the Space
and the Change seeking out Patterns and
FORMULATING new Conjectures. Becoming Equations
of Expressed Relationships between given
Quantities, the Known and the Unknown.
They become an instant Luminous Sphere of Plasma
held together by GRAVITY.
Descending ever sooo brightly through
Dark Cloud Constellations.
Becoming their own Thermonuclear Fusion
and Interacting Gravity, giving the Earth its source
of ENERGY.
Let NO Scientist, Mathematician or Astronomer
determine their FATE.
A.J.C
Categories:
interacting, faith, love, science,
Form:
Free verse