Best Lithely Poems
With shining eyes, the prettiest
advances leading all the rest.
She skips with glee beneath blue skies,
the prettiest with shining eyes.
The second, with a warming smile,
comes dressed in lace, and all the while
she lithely romps beneath the sun
with warming smile, the second one.
And woebegone, the daughter third,
walks, scowling, speaking not a word.
She trudges slowly on and on -
the daughter third and woebegone.
Now comes along a steadfast son
whose sauntering seems never done.
He perseveres though winds be strong.
A steadfast son now comes along.
The second boy along the trail
has charity, which does not fail.
He renders aid and brings sweet joy
along the trail, the second boy.
Another son, now onward pressed,
endures although fatigued and stressed.
He's labored much and cannot run,
now onward pressed, another son.
At course's end, a daughter fair
who rests - lets down her golden hair.
Most cheerful, tender, gracious friend,
the daughter at the course's end.
Inspired by the nursery rhyme "Monday's Child"
Categories:
lithely, children, daughter, time,
Form:
Personification
The whisper of dawn calls my name
gliding like a softly-bathed air: tangy
and afloat with a spice of mint
in christened pools lithely buoyant.
A path of upturned twigs rip free
to sail along bobs of peppered dew;
dewy in a way new sunrise adorns
pastel fingers where wings of ray
become intricate as it is daring ; calling
forth, 'Daughter of Light'..."Light's Daughter"
till the fragrance of earth winds
huffs upon morn's sweet delicacy ,
bearing my mythical seal upon gracious earth.
1.16.2017
POTD
What's In A Name Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Categories:
lithely, i am,
Form:
Light Verse
I see phantasms floating through the billowing early morning mist
where I stand alone by the black water as its ever
probing tongue licks gently at the granite rocks that line the shore.
Like stone sentinels the fog creates images of snow leopards that seem to stalk the shadows,
lithely twirling as the ebony water casts polymorphous creatures into the living mist.
These images remind me of you.
Your long feline movements leave me breathless.
The touch of your delicate finger tips warm me to my core
as you gently stroke my hair, touch my hand, caress my shoulder.
On this chilled morning as I stand here thinking of you,
your long slim body tattoos images across my mind,
Images that will never leave me,
Images I can never forget,
Images of beauty and emotions that I can see in vivid colors,
Images of the feelings I have locked deep inside of me.
You are the beauty in my world,
the light,
the curtana,
blunted by the haze of your own emotions,
never allowing the warmth of the emerging golden dawn
to lift the vapor of your world,
leaving the sweet dew drops
of your desires hidden within your denials,
always to remain in your darkness.
And if these words are cause for a single tear to drip from your smiling eyes
let it rest upon your gentle cheek for the briefest of moments,
for a breath that lasts an eternity in my heart.
Allow me for that instance this single indiscretion.
Though in reality it can never be,
let me dry your sweet tear
as my soft lips caress your tender skin,
and the clouds slowly fade leaving the warmth of your soul
shining brightly in your beautiful fantasy.
02/08/17
Categories:
lithely, desire, fantasy, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
summer has arrived
as lithely as kittens' feet
hopeful days ahead
(June 28, 2021)
Categories:
lithely, summer,
Form:
Haiku
Yellow spreads her flowered self all along my lane,
asking only for some warmth and a little rain.
She might pose as Daffodil or enjoy the fame
of the seeded beauty which bears our sun’s own name.
Yellow makes the perfect gift - roses for the friend
whom you know is sure to be faithful till the end.
Yellow has a smooth gold hue stirred into our tea
as the nectar made for us by the honey bee.
But she isn’t always sweet. Yellow is a tart
when she shows herself to us with a lemon’s heart.
But she tastes so wonderful even when not sweet,
buttering the popcorn that most folks love to eat.
Nature uses her to paint over leaves of fall.
Used by man, she covers curbs or a bedroom wall!
Yellow whizzes through the streets like the cabs downtown -
yet acts like a traffic light when we should slow down!
In the jungle Yellow moves lithely on the back
of a tiger, blending in with its stripes of black.
We can smell, taste and see her in so many things.
I can even hear her when my canary sings.
Yellow, keep on shining in wings of butterflies,
and keep looking down on us from your sunny skies.
Written Feb. 7, 2014
Categories:
lithely, color,
Form:
Personification
Spring awakens to remnant snow
As winter meets his quietus, he has to go
Soon daffodils will lithely sway
And spring's rhapsody will rule the day
Cherry blossoms put on a show
Telling their story in a beautiful way
Butterflies will come out to play
As spring offers her sweet bouquet
Under fathomless blue skies
Spring transforms the landscape
I see eternity in dawn's sunrise
As the season of blooms takes shape
-
3-17-18
Contest - Five Words Please
Sponsor- Broken Wings
Categories:
lithely, butterfly, daffodils, spring,
Form:
Rhyme
One day I wandered to a meadow where
nature’s springtime was beyond compare,
for lovely flowers I saw dancing there
in May’s breeze, and fragrant was the air.
A woman swayed among the blossoms unaware
that I – a stranger – was entranced and could not bear
to turn away, so I crouched down low that I might stare
at this lass who lithely twirled and her face so fair!
Yellow daisies decorated her long hair
which shone like gold in sun’s dawning glare.
Her essence was that of someone with no care.
Alas! She spotted me. I’d given her a scare.
As she fled, I felt a sort of strange despair,
for the ending of an all-to-brief fantasy affair!
Categories:
lithely, fantasy,
Form:
Monorhyme
A
ballet
comes to life
lithely bends life
ends
Categories:
lithely, life
Form:
Lanterne
I am a genius
I must profess
I have a Doctorate in bundling
And one in making my life a mess.
Everything I turn my hand to
My efforts soon turn to dust
I'm a knight in armour
But covered in dents and rust.
I once had a date
But turned up three hours late
Nearly got married once
Until her mother locked the church gate
Went on a cruise once but the boat sank
And I got the blame
For hammering a picture nail
In my cabin in the cabin ranks.
I was the only one in school to get rickets
And ringworm on my head
And had to sleep in the garden shed
They took me from school to have a brain scan
And the Doctor said I was ok
There was nothing there
Well I took him lithely
And have worried ever since I swear.
I was never picked for the football team
Just in case something went wrong
And I couldn't join the school choir
Because people held their hands to their ears
And ran away whenever I burst into song.
Always got the blame for everything at home
Even if it was someone else but me
I was brainwashed into thinking I was useless
And now sadly I agree
It's not that I don't try
But I'm never lucky you see
I'm an albatross around peoples knecks
A Jonna and all washed up at sea.
I'm probably the most unlucky man
The world has ever seen
But doesn't that then make me a success?
If you know what I mean?.
Peter Dome.Copyright.2015.June.
Categories:
lithely, angst, funny, humor,
Form:
Free verse
A pink rose bud grows
quite beautifully now
in the rose garden
as the music plays lithely
growth does grow with you, I know
By Susan Mills
Categories:
lithely, childrenrose,
Form:
On lonely paths I often roam
Through meadows and over hills
Like a gypsy cloud 'neath a blue sky dome
And through a field of countless daffodils
I stop to watch this field of gold
As they sway lithely in the breeze
Then I move on as new paths unfold
Heading home through a maze of trees
And in quite moments my thoughts would drift
To that resplendent field of daffodils
To my weary soul they give a lift
This treasure trove of golden thrills
Those daffodils in my mind do gleam
As I slip off in a cloud of dreams
Contest: Prose vs Poetry and the classics
Rewrite of William Wordsworth poem: - "I Wandered Lonely as a cloud"
Categories:
lithely, nature, daffodils,
Form:
Sonnet
My grandson asked if back when I was young
I had ever done anything naughty or wrong
I said shut the door put on listening ears
And Ill tell you a tale of rank shivering fear
One night at midnight I sneaked from my bed
To a neigr knocker fastened a thread
Old Mrs. Murphy, ninety and living all alone
That she was a witch was really well known
I pulled the string and the knocker did bang
Then over the garden wall lithely I sprang
When the old woman limped to the door
Finding nobody there she ranted and swore
Again and again I pulled that on the thread
As over and over tears of laughter I shed
Then the moon clouded and all turned dark
A cold hand of fear icily fingered my heart
A voice rasped lowly filling me with dread
‘I’ve got you now and soon you’ll be dead’
I was then dragged to Mrs. Murphy’s door
Feeling more terrified than ever before
The door was opened I was pushed inside
Nowhere I could run nowhere I could hide
There in the kitchen the old woman sat
Black cloak and hair, black teeth and hat
Our neighbour then sat me down on a chair
The witch held me still with malevolent stare
Pointing long sharp nailed finger I felt the spell
As she spoke of hot flames and rotting in hell
I promised to be good and meant it sincerely
I’ve been good ever since, well almost, nearly
(5th in contest,’Childhood memories’ by Crystal Wilkins)
Categories:
lithely, childhood, life, me, woman,
Form:
Couplet
I love to watch you snoring by the fire,
ensconced between my feet. The heating’s on,
so bask in luxury, my little one.
That seized-up hip and generous spare tyre
mean you’ll not venture out. Those days are gone!
But when all else has fled, hope still remains.
Those twitching paws still sing the timeless song,
and in your dreams you’re limber, virile, strong,
cavorting lithely over sunlit plains,
pursuing sparrows one vast summer long.
Categories:
lithely, pets,
Form:
Cinquain
leaden bows scour quavering cellos – lithely lilting violins
28 Dec 2017
Categories:
lithely, hope,
Form:
Monoku
Twirling around the glossy smooth floor
Racing with friends on roller-skates
Tossing my hair as I glide across the room
Feeling so certain that this is my destiny
Weaving through the crowd lithely, swiftly
Smiling at everyone, my heart filled with laughter
Lighting the entire room with the heartfelt joy
Discovered in this place where I owned elation
Bending and looping through the noisy rink
Listening to the tender voice of Bob Segar or
Possibly, AC/DC – Lynyrd Skynyrd or some
Other rock n’ roll group who teens revered
Whirling through the gathering of adolescents
My heart was filled with hope that I would find
The chosen one, the boy who I was sure of
A dream of mine, who read all those love stories
Twisting and turning to the sound of Meatloaf’s voice
My heart raced with delight when I saw him smiling
The one I knew would be for me, forever and always
Going down in history… nowadays, I kiss him each morning!
The Good Old Days Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
January 9, 2021
Categories:
lithely, fun, high school, teen
Form:
Free verse