Best Lightest Poems
Mum sat in her aromatic garden,
admiring its charm and grace.
It was a cold morning,
but mum never seemed to feel it any more.
Her eyes were tired, life's adversities had taken their toll,
yet the smallest things filled them with joy.
Like the perennial ivory lilies blossoming
among her loyal, royal forget-me-nots.
The tranquil scents of lilac lavender,
blooming among radiant Jerusalem sage,
always made her smile.
Her hands were wrinkly, but resilient,
despite years of hard work as a single mother.
Still strong enough to tend to her grandiose display
of ruby red, aureolin yellow and puce pink roses.
Mum always told me the thorns were like knights -
there to protect the rose's fragility.
That a woman is a man's most precious flower,
requiring tender care and appreciation.
Evergreen conifers parade along the perimeter of
my lovely mother's garden, like a colony of soldiers,
protecting a beautiful, yet delicate,
Japanese cherry blossom tree.
Mum always told me it reminded her about life,
how everything was temporary, just like its fragile buds,
that only blossomed in the spring and
how the lightest breeze blew them away.
Mum taught me so much and was my inspiration,
picked me up when I was defeated,
taught me that only in defeat do we learn.
When the world tried to change me,
taught me to accept myself,
to love myself before I could love others
and be true to who I am.
As I sat with mum admiring the beauty of the seeds sown,
melancholic tones flooded my emotions,
wondering how I would cope without her.
Was I selfish wishing to die before her,
so I would not have to mourn for her,
but it would be so heartbreaking
for her to mourn for me.
My contemplation was interrupted by an outbreak of rain.
Mother simply smiled and said:
"Rain is mercy from God, my son."
Written 26 February 2016
Categories:
lightest, mother, mother son,
Form:
Free verse
a soft caress is like beauty
dancing so close to you and me
the lightest touch i embrace
stars always floating through space
as silk feels upon the skin
elegant and smooth again
a soft caress is like beauty
dancing so close to you and me
grace will allow lovers to sway
a melody of breaths that stay
wrapped in paradise with you
escape in those eyes so true
capture and pull me under
you are a touch of wonder
grace will allow lovers to sway
a melody of breaths that stay
on the dance floor emotions glide
longing to linger at your side
and move as an angel fair
dreaming you will hold me there
your touch is so light and free
as my love for you will be
on the dance floor emotions glide
longing to linger at your side
***************
~ to always be this close ~
* a little scribble about love *
Form of Poetry- Octelle
The syllable count structure for this verse is 8, 8, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, and the rhyme scheme is aa/bb/cc/aa. The first two lines and the last two lines are identical.
Categories:
lightest, dance, dream, love, romance,
Form:
Rhyme
In still the night, the beaks slumber.
The weary wings, of great number,
In lightest twitch, upon the dark
Etching on oak, wait for dawn’s hark.
In common sleep - sigh encumber.
The scented air, lilacs cumber
With bluebird-lull, silent slumber.
No need to coax the dormant bark,
In still the night.
Quickly, stars found in low number.
Red guitar pick awakes slumber.
Birds nestle under branches’ ark.
A cloudy mist sets off a spark.
Storm’s cajole - raindrops outnumber,
In still the night.
Categories:
lightest, bird, sleep, storm,
Form:
Rondeau
You come to me, fill my world with delight
And hold my captured heart so pure and true
To dance with you 'till days of breathless flight
In gentle fashion tender hearts pursue
The love you share is free from dark despair
And beats a vibrant sound a welcomed tone
To lift my soul above the lightest air
And nurture every day that lovers own
For this my love I give to you my heart
To kiss with passion's lips what love acquires
We'll count each star before they burn apart
With dreams and wishes filled beyond desires
To live each year our eyes of passion see
We found our love was always meant to be
1/13/17 Dedicated to Lovers everywhere
Categories:
lightest, love,
Form:
Sonnet
Heddy, the eight-year-old hummingbird queen.
Often hiding out, rarely fully seen
Loves her hummingbirds more than the human race.
Her messy golden amber curls, rarely in place.
Her hazel eyes, giant orbs, that see more than they should.
She protects her hummingbirds as only a good mother would.
She is their go-to-place, their refuge from the ugliness in the world.
They love this angel, with her wild hair never fully curled.
Heddy, the eight-year-old hummingbird queen
Readily feels a human person's mean.
Has lips of the lightest pink, full of purity.
Being among hummingbirds, is her security.
She gives them wonderment, she gives them hope.
She is their rock, their heroine, their uphill slope.
Hummingbirds are flocking in now from forest and sea.
Being with her is where they all want to be!
Categories:
lightest, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form:
Rhyme
The lightest steps come when love is in bloom,
And hearts yearn to open in full display
Enter this garden, the time we consume
To dissolve and quietly float away
Tender fingers merge like a woven lace
In anticipation, the coming days
Love opens its heart in a warm embrace
To face this new world with its blues and grays
Where the kindest eyes pierce deep to express
To dream of hearts binding ever tighter
A sanctuary where lovers confess
And the heart once dark is glowing brighter
Along the farthest hills where lovers go.
Are two silhouettes, with love's afterglow
9/29/15
Categories:
lightest, love,
Form:
Sonnet
Drifting beyond the lightest cloud.
Pastel clowns in postmortem rain parade.
Cascading in the cold moon dust
to shed this latest mascaraed.
Wounded memories hang loosely from the mind.
Autumn berries quivering three quarters past their prime.
When did "mediocre" pock the virgin tree.
When untruth told us, painting by numbers...
was our first gilded masterpiece?
Then entered our very first critique.
When honesty stated our works wasn't their cup of tea,
Like evening frost clinging upon a tender leaf.
A devastating reality.
They should have stated the slate cold truth.
as soon as we could breathe.
Categories:
lightest, art, introspection, life,
Form:
Rhyme
The swordsman who draws his blade
Heart racing at the keening of steel on scabbard
Tension coiled, poised for the unleashing
Held back by muscles tight with glee.
I am as the soldier, held in stance,
The lioness crouched beneath the concealing grass
As it sways back and forth, as insects sing along the day
Her every breath is halted, her veins do not pulse,
And just as the swordsman stands
They are statues in this moment,
Statues of derision,
Mocking, with their stillness, the very charged tension within.
And I am as the lioness frozen before her pounce
Coiled with motivation and purpose,
And I am as the tongue held with words clinging off its’ edge
Ready to lash out and strike with direction
But I am as the frozen purpose, held tight
Waiting, for a warrior to stand before me
For a reason to uncoil, to lash out with words and pounce.
But I am now as the pen halting before the purest of paper
White and supple, in askance for the lightest touch
A slash of the tip, drawing lines in ink
Lines like a hunter’s bowstring, taut with intent,
As the pen lies frozen above its prey, the falcon petrified aloft still winds
I am the need coiled tight like a wound jack in the box
But alas, there is no victim to frighten,
No pray to pounce upon, no sword or bared neck to slash against
And I am here, with pen frozen, ink ready to be drawn taut
And I have nothing to draw in the ink, no prey or purpose to evoke
I am coiled tight with energy, but it is release that so eludes me,
I am coiled tight with purpose, but it is direction that so denies me.
And here I am, pouncing at ground before me,
Slicing away at the air around me
Scratching away with a dry pen, on paper still white in askance
I write about…
I write about the coil within, and the lack without
And alone I wonder,
Is it enough, is it enough to go on, a wound up box
Waiting for the slightest touch, the weakest parry, to live.
Categories:
lightest, angst, art, confusion, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
Eyes furtive carry the reflected sheen of aluminium paint that is smooth a chrome flood
On the tin roof of the woodshed seen, with moonlight awash, awaking the dreaming scene.
The light has the tint of coyote’s hair; the furtive fox is rising to maraud with that
Peripheral stare, the balance tail is curving around a body still turning, his eyes red dots
Burn beside the russet and auburn fur, in the night full deep, guard dog in slumbering sleep,
With a stealthy gait the stooping steep steps you negotiate, around the mottled boulders
Grey you move or even! glide your way. The lightest breeze full on your face, with elegant
Tresses like a filigree trace, to soundless halt you poise your form upon the ledge with its
Girth two pace. Your.. goal in sight about to spring.! with visage grim, the huddled lambs
Sense... sudden..fear! They start to bleat hear querulous tones, the move was neat! Yet P D
Drops down on lightening feet, from her crop of rock with a body shock, she lands on him
With her forked tree limb, his neck is pinned, in her sundown boots she stands on his tail at
The very root, with feral fear his eyes a-glare, how now will the tale of the captured fox ensnared
Unfold? Don’t destroy the tail of this fox caught cold! She could train him as her reddy scout
He has a fine nose plus attuned senses that she alone caught out!.. or better still she could
Keep him well penned perhaps in documents contained, or back to herr schäffer send!
I have come out of retirement ha ha! for P D's inner animal contest .
© JOE MAVERICK 2-01-2011
Categories:
lightest, animalsbody,
Form:
Narrative
his kiss haunted her, howled at her, it edged through the crowd
just to daunt at her, this was a cold she had never known, blown
winds through creaky shutters, shuttered thoughts of fireside talks
and walks, his lips able to do the impossible, possibly taking from
her the one thing she knew to be pure, her warmth;
she panicked with frenzy, her body now a clock, wound tight, full
of fright, never having felt these waves, slaves to his hands, as they
ran everywhere within her soul, paralyzed with suspense, tense, as
her insatiate desire for velvet touches grew anew, her eyes closed,
as the conquest pursued, locking in her memory, this glory, this
story, as if it were the last one she'd be allowed to have in this life;
her body trembled, desire assembled, as he admired the alluring
contour of her silhouette, sweeping across her skin so soft, with the
lightest touch of persuasion, perfection soon, a union of bodies
abound, found within this moment of two into one, she needed to
find him, a whim of mercy, free from inhibition, falling deeper and
deeper, into every heartbeat, he knew he could destroy her with his
touch, touching her with only his trust, he prepared to forgive her
sensations as they demanded more and more of him, here, with her;
then they climbed to the canopy to see the sun together, their hands
locked, the rush of rays exploded their worlds, weeping willows of
emotion covered the bridge formed between their eyes, glued to one
another, gazes gazing, lofty and full of love, an expression of silence,
forever etched, echoes in space, jumping stars, eternal and free,
dreaming;
finally, falling blindly from the deepest canyons in the winter sky,
tears of joy, jumping off the cliffs into pools of warm water, tranquil,
splashing passion onto walls, painted brushstrokes of temptation,
wondering how could they duplicate this moment again, he whispered
into her ear the sweetest words she loved to hear, then he kissed her,
again, and again it began, their worlds bound to the everlasting end;
February 8, 2016
Categories:
lightest, assonance, desire, innocence, lust,
Form:
Free verse
Our lives produce such struggles
to which we must rise!
And often we find places
that from which we would run and hide.
But just remember that Your choice
will bring the happiness you seek...
Just Be the Brave one you wish
The one you still want to be.
For I am here to catch you,
to help and see you through,
within your dreams or trials of life;
whether on mountain or cliff
whichever weso choose to climb.
Remember this as you feel you are sinking.
or slipping from the walls you've been clinging.
The climb may tire the muscles
as we reach for the top,
and make us weaker in our strength
while we try to here hang on.
But if we just let go,
and trust the our heart to know what's right
we will never be led to far away;
Though even trodding in the night.
And do not fear the way back down!
For how many birds fly,
when still nested on the Ground.
And if, by chance,
your wings you fail to find...
From your fall I'll catch you,
and lead you on through time.
For how many learn to open there wings
whilst the mud stayed fixated about their feet.
The Winds of the sky need your wings to catch,
to fly you to the heavens
where the angels await you to meet,
and lead you to that better place.
A place we can not even dream.
So with the lightest breeze
they will teach us how to soar...
and lift us from our agony and woe.
Thus ending the anguish
as your wings fill there up.
to fly with them forever more.
The Ground is not safe nor is the air,
but what life would we live
if we never did dare.
Where angels fear
and devils are faint...
If Love durst not
then forever must then wait.
I remember the story
of two who fell in love...
His name became his enemy,
and He o'er her family
She did make that choice.
I would be that Romeo,
say you my Juliet...
And with you in my arms
I would die once more again.
With you I would cast off the sins,
an choose to hold you in the end.
When together,two become one,
Star crossed lovers
can find the peace of each others arms.
when as one we will fly,
Into that bitterless sky.
Categories:
lightest, death, depression, devotion, faith,
Form:
Romanticism
The darkest of time flavored by lightest of eve
The hour denies by the minute receive
We travel together... You and I
Forbidden we be made eye to eye
And too near is the closest past
We have answers but we ask
It is beauty that we knew were ugly
It does not take few... It takes many
I think I think what you think
But you don't dream what I dream to dream
I love to like and like to love
And I do hate yet hate to deserve
As all shall come to pass... all will become
Because we are forever ourselves we can never run
We do not hide to be left behind
We hide to once more redefine
And we serve without an inkling to servitude
One's worth to only be determined by attitude
Means to an end is an end to its means
Where you come from doesn't mean you have been
I seek distance to be drawn near
I am afraid and I do not fear
Endless possibilities impossibly possible
A matter of credibility to be incredibly credible
Skies the limit but the skies we do not own
We cannot fly without means... We should've known
I want to learn to unlearn if only to begin once more
It's just that simple... There is no reason for us to be here for
Alike all living things... We are unlike and we believe
The wake of the darkest hour in dusk of the lightest eve
Categories:
lightest, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
Materialize before my eyes:
Amorphous clumps of clay
In puddles of brown broth
Walk around with empty mouths
That house ravens of despair
Silent stupidity and empty
Sockets follow blindly
A path hewn ages before
They even existed in weary
Acceptance of fate unavoidable.
And I follow slowly;
Crawl on elbows;
Claw with hands that grab
Mud as a last rope
To pull me away from
Emptiness shown on
Their faces while they step over
Me in strange indifference
To continue their way
My head rests on hands
slick and silt with tears
spilt for their mute life
where words have no
weight but what is put
in one outpour of grief
They say from darkest soil
Lightest flowers grow
Salty water sprinkles
Where my knees touch
My lips softly kiss
Lovingly, in hope.
***
March 11, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Categories:
lightest, abuse, child, health, mental
Form:
Free verse
In the dark days, everything goes away. But the Pain will stay. If only I could cure
the worlds sickest. Take the pain and make me the weakest. Out there
somewhere MY dreams will be filled. Since I’ve changed, since I stopped taking
those Pills. Everything revolved around me, but now I’m not so friendly. More pills
to ease the pain, more pills to take me away into lightest days.
The Lightest Days were we all roam and play, the sick and pain will
go away. Better than ever. Nothing to Level, but still the bumpy road is in the past.
My life was hard, my chances are far. But I’ve made it, last into the days of the
past.
Categories:
lightest, life, sad, teen, pain,
Form:
Forever Two in Love
Come away with me on golden steed
to places of the heart
We'll ride upon the back of one
to the land of no depart
Forever basking in the warmth
from crimson sun above
To frolic on the shores of peace
and bathe ourselves in love
The sands we place our feet upon
will be of purest white
Free of worry, free of pain
as our souls traverse in flight
You take me there on lightest wings
two souls meld into one
My very thoughts becoming yours
our new life has begun
Lord guard us from the enemy
we pray in Jesus name
Protect our union by your grace
to never bring you shame
United with the blessings from
the Father up above
And the world will slowly fade away;
forever two in love
Janice Elaine Smith
January 4, 2009
Categories:
lightest, inspirationalme,
Form:
Quatrain