Best Lissom Poems

I’m  no longer lissom
And I'm no longer thin
I can see the growth
Of my second chin
But i check the mirror every morning
Hoping to avoid the despair
Of discovering my head has started
Growing through my hair....

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I know you would come to my poem
Like a tree, being fully clothed
With spades and measuring lines
To dig for roots in syllables of mine
Unearthing the buttress to shine.
Making a mess of the ground is how
You prove the tree where beauty grows.

I have watched you with...

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If you could look through any window
Of any house on any given street,
You might find yourself quite surprised 
At the variety of people you would meet.

The couple at number twenty-three
Have been married nearly seven years
They are having another noisy row:
It will eventually end in tears.

The...

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I knew him before they shackled him to chair
I contend, none knew him better than I
He's tall, charming, quite an elegant air
An athlete lissom, a kite in the sky
What happened you asked, what so deformed him
Crippled his independence, left him ill?
The doctors said osteo-arthritis
But a...

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He did not feel the hot summer heat,
For at night the boat was his retreat.
A lissom breeze gave him a great treat.
Smell, the fresh air was fragrant and sweet.

His lass slept quietly at her seat.
Then the sun will rise and both will greet.
Quickly got up...

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The bright-eyes breathless girl barefoot across fields,
Fading sun in her eyes and her straw hat clasped
With one hand, a sculpture of flawless definition,
Supple animation, spellbound as summer collapsed.
Grey skies spilled chains of rain that melted her dress,
Patterned with daisies until against her lissom figure
Hugged with...

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Do you remember yesteryear,
with memories so fresh and clear?
That little note, the billet-doux,
for fleeting chance to bill and coo;
a partner free and debonair,
who shared your nights - without a care?

A brunette here, a Greek au pair,
the Nordic Queen with tresses fair,
on picnics, with the weather...

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A seed lays on the ground
by and by it sprouts
clawing into the soil
digging in deep its tap root
energetically spreading its roots
from its husk a stalk emerges
growing fast it reaches up
harvesting the sun and rain
in stature it climbs skywards
jaunty petals blow in the breeze
kicking out more...

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the lissom sea lily a testament at your death
feathered petals left in memory

but are you dead, Neptune? 
I am no longer reminded of 
the spotted watery wedding veil along the edge
it has now become a frozen blue veil
around a beach ball
hung or strung 
in the...

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"Here Runneth the Path of Fairy Feet"
by Rachel Heffington

Where childhood fancy and twilight meet
Here runneth the path of fairy-feet;
On shadowed road and misty bend
Here coldsome facts of "real life" end,
And the simplest thing on earth would be
To find a dryad 'neath her tree.
She'd comb her...

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the lissom sea lily a testament at your death
feathered petals left in memory

but are you dead, Neptune?
I am no longer reminded of 
the pin-spotted watery wedding veil
along the edge
it has now become a frozen blue veil
around a beach ball
hung or strung
in the black nowhere space

can...

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As of a chrysalis

the beneficent breakage

exfoliation

emergence from

isolationism

into a mosaic of group dynamics

a centring of regard

a new diagnosis

a lissom beginning

departing an empty goblet

full of peppermint concern


sbaquie  2000...

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I have a favourite type of girl,
But it’s not like I am facile
Nothing wrong with preferences
I just like my girls to be gracile

Sinuous and willowy 
I don’t look for a pretty face
But they should have about them
Some elegance and grace

It takes the like of Nimble...

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Before that day splashed  everything with light
I  played in solitude with cuddly clouds
And watched them form changing figures, blight
The sky or bring the sobbing sludge of rain,
            Or etch your portrait
 ...

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Watch as lissom snowflakes rappel the air,
                                   From afar alike yet...

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