Best Jut Out Poems
POTD~
In the misery of a paler grey nightfall
she blinks like citrine glazed along walls,
Ivy of Boston flaunts her shimmer without guilt
as palette of amber claims her lustrous glides
slithering with her bohemian lift,
rosette flesh blushing in chilled breeze.
Social climber this paramour, whirling
among plants wanton wild ,
trickles of mist freckle palms of curled leaves-
stem for stem-- translating the language of time,
of how branches relish herbage flow
as my wet hands paddle my dusky breaths
through mid-evening's freeze.
How her alchemy draws gasping sighs
more red than red could ever tease,
and that gypsy's heat...leaving mortals
in awe-...that her fluid pose seems to jut out
from a glass frame to rush forth with all
her womanly senses gushing, snaking,
writhing in the middle of ghastly, boney winter
meant to return on the edge of wild abandon,
enticing men with her faceted charm
never ever the same each time.
Categories:
jut out, passion, winter,
Form:
Free verse
Jungle's deadly wolf roams,
Jaws tightening as limbs
Jut out from black of night;
Jeering its prey for one
Joust between man and beast:
Jingling its canine paws,
Jolts rip a hunter's flesh!
Pleiades-J Contest of Kim Merryman
3/5/2017
Checked with www.howmanysyllable.com
Categories:
jut out, animal, strength,
Form:
Verse
Slitting my eyes from a world pining
for a refuge where the wave of solace
touches hours' depth in celtic notes,
I turn into gentle bones fluid and chaste…
my illumined flames taste the potion
of air while an inner self watches a breath
climb tenderly, kindling my womanhood
incense, jasmine, and myrrh.
Heavy chains jut out from my skin
melting like translucent powder where river
and sky beg a chime : they inhabit each other,
tasting the quietude of mellow stars
in an outer world these eyes cannot reach.
My cells, my being , my every heave
release the kiln of soft fire, as ivory light
comes “to flow out across the mother
of all waters,” gently tapping my pulse
“to lose myself on the black and silky currents”…
my hand blossoms in quiet meditation,
until I become a white evening woman
balancing myself between two pelvic walls.
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Contest:The Colors Black And White of Laura Loo
~inspiration from poet Mary Oliver’s lines
in “ White Night”
Resubmitted 2/18/2017
Categories:
jut out, light, peace, poetess,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Some rocks may crumble into lifeless sand
or drift like shifty grit beneath my arch,
while others face the elements and stand
as guards against the ocean's forward march.
Some rocks jut out; cut back in jagged spears
much like a corpse's silent, toothless scream,
while others flaunt and pose, with velvet ears
worn smooth against the angry water's stream.
Yet, all the while the savage ocean roars.
Above, the mist thins out and fades away
across the waves; a ray of sunlight pours,
where seagulls call and gather on the quay.
As songbirds sleep and fishes close their eyes,
God paints his rainbow wide across the skies.
Categories:
jut out, earth, rainbow, sea, planet,
Form:
Sonnet
BEDTIME MAGIC
Sprawled under nightscape of galaxy bright
Tiny sequins pulse on blaze of luster,
A beaded stars nova bursts on flight
Into a full-blown montage, the lawns flicker
Reams of tales climb on visions lit by dappled view
While children’s breaths gleam of fantasy hayrides,
And fairies jut out from chapters to touch the hue
Yearning to blend into a ladder that divides
The seashore from a skyline blushing streams;
On one unmentionable lightness of firework glory
Tinseled rhinestones kindle hopes of angelic dreams,
Holding a cachet of flowered moon for bedtime story
Enchanted, their mother blows a peppermint kiss
Staring at gems waltzing high up on glittered air,
Threads of her locks meshed by twinkles of lullaby bliss
As graceful nebulae cuddle sweetened hours, ever fair
Rounding her infants, wonders of night magic sigh
Stars radiant dip into eyes; winking good night, goodbye!
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For Gautami Phookan's Sweetest Touches Of Verse
By nette onclaud
Categories:
jut out, fantasy, happiness, magic, uplifting,
Form:
Acrostic
Deep down his lungs, a full baritone trills
Coughing out for all to hear, "Be safe,
Wayfarers until the sea is clear; "
As transient gulls flit below sail boats
Navigating the hazardous eddy:
Angled rocks ensnare old mollusks
Till sounds of tidal drift grate along ,
While men of the ocean await in silence.
Light Keeper guards, waves crashing the ledge,
Yet golden rays jut out ; the moon his torch
That iridescence glints like heaven’s crown;
Into the pulsing bang of the ebon crest, dark:
With an upright frame in marbled robe
He gazes at pink of stars to rest awhile--
Then stands mightily around the isle
And will stand on, bidding his flock calm passage.
7/27/2017
For Eve Roper's LIGHTHOUSE Contest
Categories:
jut out, light, strength,
Form:
Free verse
Some rocks may crumble into lifeless sand
or drift like shifty grit beneath my arch,
while others face the elements and stand
as guard against the ocean's forward march.
Some rocks jut out; cut back in jagged spears
much like a corpse's silent, toothless scream,
while others flaunt and pose, with velvet ears
worn smooth against the angry mountain stream.
Yet who can trigger change through night to day
from bleed-out red to sullen, pitch-black walls,
or who can forge this trend of glum array
when softer hues might grace her stony halls?
We climb hills, trek deserts stark and bare,
and hail the blossoms bravely waving there.
Categories:
jut out, environment, mystery, planet,
Form:
Sonnet
Are otters so odd?
In Old English
Their name means 'water'
And it really ought to
As they live near the river or sea
Are otters so odd?
They sing like canaries
With clear voices
So happy and merry
Their high-pitched sopranos
A treat for you and for me
Are otters so odd?
They're really so cute
When they stand up
They look so much like
Little 'fish pups' --
(You almost expect them to bark) --
But they've whiskers like cats
Except for one thing:
Some of those whiskers
Jut out from their eyes
Which is quite a surprise
Are otters so odd?
Some might "Yes" nod
But I see not the need
For either a rod
Or an 'otter-swatter'
Categories:
jut out, animal, cat, dog, voice,
Form:
Rhyme
Some rocks jut out jagged spears
or cut back into dark caverns
like a skeleton's yawning scream.
Others show their faces—smooth
as a woman's breast—tumbled,
contoured, and polished
by a raging mountain stream.
Some rocks crumble into dust
or shell a slippery slide
like dry, shifting desert sand
under the heel of my boot;
others weather the elements
through timeless evolution
to hold solid where they stand.
Some rocks bleed out red
or spin forth pitch-black walls,
while others deliver common tan.
Natural science holds opinions
on the cut of this jumbled array,
but who can watch it happen
beginning to end? Only one can.
He who moves them about
with a breath, as the world spins.
Categories:
jut out, change, creation, mystery, science,
Form:
Rhyme
A trellis of leaves flutters so naturally,
reams hanging free… timeless in a swirl
on the curving breasts of night. And they dance,
prance without restraint
onto altitudes of orbital light,
glistening through their
russet-gold flesh…
Somehow, these leaflets enter into my
dazzled world as if to murmur:
“We are here, but not for a long, my dear
so you must learn our celestial song ,
unfurl your wings across melodious rivers--
come dance with us ,your beauty fills…”
And my hips jut out like a riot
of dragonflies, butterflies, fireflies
towards the same aurora, draped
in a voile-skirt's embrace; my
arms and limbs circling in shapes unknown...mysterious
as autumn's moonlit croon,
while leaves flicker into a hushed
tempo of nightfall's revelry,
deliriously untame..
Categories:
jut out, autumn, image,
Form:
Free verse
Towards the moonlight, he glances out the window.
Never wanted this, but, if the pain goes away...it works.
He pulled the slightly rusted, yet glinting, object from its obscure hiding place.
The limb is ready.
It's now...or pain forever.
A scarlet recipe.
Gravity calls sweetly to the dark liquid, it glides through the air downward.
Caught halfway through its journey, the drop is snagged by a soft, white plain.
It looks around, soft tufts jut out everywhere, other drops have been captured, too, it noticed.
The devastation arises, worry is clear.
The drip wishes to warn the next victim of Gravity's sweet call.
Atop the limb where the drip first fell, others gather and await.
Gravity calls up and, one by one, slowly they creep to the edge, ready to leap.
He glances towards the stars, "Don't worry, Sis, I'm coming to join you."
The object, now glistening scarlet, falls victim to Gravity's call as the drops fall faster.
He slumps down in his chair, letting the limb rest at his side.
His breaths are short and painful.
His eyes...jaded.
His body...still.
The pain is gone.
Looking down over him, in the light of the moon, she sighs.
Categories:
jut out, depression, pain, suicide,
Form:
Free verse
Blackened ocean waters
At the setting of the sun
Golden sand decorates the beach
A beacon for all to come
Dangerous black towering rocks
Jut out from the shore
As the darken clouds reflect
The golden sun along even more
The mighty waves touched
Shore, with the symphony of sound
Waves then come courting the shore
In their wispy bridal gown
Waves kiss the mighty rocks
Slowly wear them down
Softened with eons of time
Going slowly soft and round
Categories:
jut out, imagination, inspirational, nature, sea
Form:
Rhyme
Icy crysals floating down;
So innocent, so pure.
Covering the cold barren ground
With a layer of frozen elegance
And false comfort.
Concealing the lifelessness,
Dusting the comatose trees
With an illusion of vitality.
Branches jut out at the sky,
Clawing, struggling
For that last bit of warmth.
Innocent little flakes descend,
Enveloping the sickly talons
Under the smothering blanket.
Primped and powdered corpses,
Stiff and dead
But beautiful.
Icy crystals floating down;
So innocent, so pure.
Categories:
jut out, death, life, nature, sad,
Form:
Free verse
In 2013 Amélie Ségarra danced on a Grand Piano with knives
taped to the tips of her feet.
The room is empty apart from a single man in a music box
He wears a black an white suit buttoned up to the collars with bronze cufflinks,
To get up she uses an old Woven Rope in brown
You can see her nipples as she looks up, Adam's apple following her gaze
along with everything else.
She starts dancing.
From above the waist her arms jut out, grabbing widely at air and trust
But below it's easy
At times it looks harder to be the piano.
Remember how close she got to the edge.
Rapidly tapping the tips of toes, taped into shoes,
Screwed onto knives.
At times the screech was louder than the music.
Engaging her hips she’d lift up her thigh, bent at the knee
The arch of her foot seeming to just hang there.
Before it drops she makes the sound of a boxer.
Something only rooms with loud figures giving orders to lots of people
doing the same thing in repetition can bring out.
The music has stopped, so now all you hear is knee engaging ankle,
Holding up a foot wrapped in pink ruffled straps.
Smalling down an into
a seemingly endless
Grand Piano.
Categories:
jut out, allusion, analogy, appreciation, daffodils,
Form:
Free verse
Nimbus green witch with gold eyes and jut out chin
and nimbus hood-like, held high and out taut neck;
Nimbus scuds a cosmos turn, from Salem be
in perpetuum
Date: 06/13/2019
Categories:
jut out, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Sapphic stanza