Best Lithe Poems
Blithely rising in shadowy night
Is Man of the Sun wearing the threshold
That was once been secluded from the sight of me
But together has drawn me closer to glee.
As swiftly as the sun arise back in the eyes;
Like morning glory bloom dash’ly under bright light
My heart surrenders to Love what they called
Relish days playing music of caress.
But I a girl lithe and tawny still frenzied youth
Settling for one hardly creep to my grasp
As fresh as I hunger for pleasure
Of what may World compromise that pleases the soul.
Man of the Sun, sorrow not in deepest night
Someone a woman be laudable of that sincere love
Acquaint other who never pierces the heart
For I not worth, the girl whose love blooms and withers.
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With sounds that gather round the ocean’s shore,
the whimsied muse her lithesome being girds
in utterances from unfathomed store.
Akin to Alice dwelling in absurds
the words go round and round in Cheshire grin
when off I go on romp of rhyming thirds
in artless manner, thus to just begin
meandering without foregone design,
so lines will somehow write themselves therein
while lyric phrases choose to intertwine
in threes, as Dante Alighieri’s do
for epic opus ‘Comedy Divine’.
I turn to Chaucer as the first who drew
upon the terza rima for his scheme
in English, joining poets in the queue,
then on to Shelley, later in the stream,
who famously composed his ‘West Wind Ode’
which lifts his voice o’er earth as if in dream
throughout rhapsodic stanzas onward flowed
across the universe as ‘dead thoughts’ tossed
like withered leaves, in his romantic mode.
And yet my impetus derived from Frost
whose tercet rhyme “Acquainted with the Night”
delves into darkness when the daytime’s lost.
For oft I raise my gaze to starry height
when melancholy dims the worldly light.
~ Harley White
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The form of the poem is Terza Rima, and inspiration derived from the literary works referred to in the poem as well as some others…
lovely lithe lively lemurs
languishing lovingly lengthwise
laboriously lightening our loads
laughing in lemur-like linguistics
lovely lacksidasical loving lemurs
letting loose leeches live
living lemur-like lightness
lollygagging in lemur-like ways
Eating sensibly is the name of the game
No more gorging, that's not good for our frame
Getting lithe as a fairy
Singing like a canary
Happy as poop I'm no longer shamed
Wish I could leap through the trees like the squirrels do
I'd be over the moon screaming a bloody woo-hoo
Lithe and free
Overcome with glee
Till I fall and break my precious noggin... boohoo
The extremely lithe, lively, light-hearted Lilybelle me is a ballerina with a twenty-eight inch waist, and six foot legs who wakes me up sometimes dancing and twirling, leaping, and landing. She is light on her feet, and she exudes grace and loveliness. We are wearing luxurious lilac faerie wings this morning. I wake up giggling with pure joy from the not-yet-forgotten leaping and twirling. We are doing lively little pirouettes as I open my eye, into the red eye of a dog who is going to be grouchy.
I groan and the dog groans. I start scooting myself off the bed. Each move is an ouchy move, as my left shoulder is extremely sore this morning, and each scoot is painful. When I get to mattress edge I notice I have fallen asleep in my clothes again. It is six a.m. the cat needs fed.
I smile at the dog who has closed her eye. I picture her in a red netted tutu with silver sequins, and rhinestones, twirling and whirling, wearing red satin ballet slippers and a little puffy netted hat headband. She opens her mouth just a bit, showing me her teeth.
My floorboards sigh as lovely Lilybelle disappears, and my size nine elephant feet hit the floor with grace.
lanky lean lithe limber lollygagging Leo loved a little lampoonery
loving lasting laughter, leisurely learning lemonade lessons
lickety split, laundering little leagues of lithographs in lime
Tarahumara Indians are the best runners in the world
They are light of foot and body,
Super fit, in terrific shape.
They are healthy beyond healthy,
Snaking over rocky terrain,
They are limber, lean and stealthy.
But when they move off the mountain,
Worse, begin eating processed foods,
And stop running around the mountain tops
They get into unhealthy trouble
Their muscles rapidly turn into fat.
Distorting into a person they no longer know
Run back to your Mountaintop, Young men!
Run, Tarahumara Women, run and do not look back!
If we thought we could keep up
We would be right behind you.
Light and lithe Lily, the monarch flower girl has unusual DNA
With droplets of butterfly and hummingbird glitz merry and gay.
Surrounded by the magic of the elements, determined to stay
She enhances the garden and meadow in a marvelous new way.
in
reluctant
teardrops
plop
visions
of my field
of dreams
a bloody
track
of cinders
where
schemed
lithe
runners
to box me in
and ere
i fell
this
lonely race
become
my requiem
I will wake up with blue eyes tomorrow
Replacing my green ones to my sorrow.
Try to stay normal when this happens though
These eyes will be dazzling with inner glow.
My face will be a much prettier pink.
My figure will be much thinner I think.
You see I sent a wish to dream faerie.
I will be light, lithe, pretty and airy.
Don’t wish away your life, you advise me.
I scoff and laugh at your suggestions though.
Thinking of wishes makes me feel free.
Those beautiful blue eyes had better glow.
lithe marvel with wings
progeny of pegasus
~ proud magnificence
AP: Honorable Mention 2025