Best Longitudes Poems
Through the whispering pines, down the valley's deep
And wide, do they call unto one another, the brother's
Of the winds.
North chases east to west, as south's warming breath,
Begs to play also, once around the world, over land,
Sea, and mountain tops vast divides.
Tag your it, not I says, the three, as they roll, and duck,
Shifting thus for cover's airy currents, above, below one another.
The east wind is the trickster, mischievous fellow, seeking
Up behind his brethren, than laughing with sheer delights
Gleeful pleasure, until his companion’s kindred, catch up with
Him and pick on him later.
Latitudes unto longitudes, these spiritual pirates,
Of freedoms quest, to remain as liberation's
Outcasts, to conventional reality.
Mother nature's wild children of the untamed,
Swirling divinities whom never rest or settle in
One space, air spirits tasting the everlasting flavor
Of abandonment's desire, beneath their wings of flight.
Soar with destiny's favorite sons, brethren beyond
Human reproach, except unto one another calling,
Come excel with exhilaration's, mischief makers
Extraordinaire.
Ariel acrobats ascending, descending at wills whim,
Concurring the heights currents as invisible eagles,
Than free falling towards the earth beneath.
Gliding dare devils challenging the open air,
Testing the fates of destiny's sails, to imagination’s
Boundaries without fail.
At night fall a whispering voice, she calls unto
Them, mother nature, come my sons, it is time
To finally rest.
Yawning with their blustery breath, these tempestuous
Mischievous lads, float a loaf towards the cave
Of the winds, and dream of the chase to come,
On the marrow's sunrise.
Illusion's dreaming realm tosses aside, it's veiled
Currant unto these ideal God's, whom play with
Raw power's force, using it's strength as if a game at play,
These brother's of the four winds, set adrift within
This realm of imagery.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
longitudes, adventure, beauty, environment, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
Weak and weary is the new physical outlook
while the skin remolds with lots of longitudes.
Hair dyed by nature itself,
Washed by legacies spreading
like the waves of an excited sea.
History presented with a new garment
through positive actions in great magnitude.
Looking back the steps, decorated with humanity’s smiles,
awarded so many caps and acquiring the ranks of a sir.
As the cycle completes as expected,
time will act and never change its attitude.
The sounds of death’s trumpet giving out a call
gradually gets there to first give a humble bow.
In his house, hades spreads the red carpet
Setting up a trip so far and permanent.
The journey is over,
a triumphant entry ensures into everlasting solitude
Categories:
longitudes, celebration, celebrity, character, death,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Fstop. (SNAP!)
our moment.
our pier.
in a split second,
a single-slipped ray
of animation
senses and egresses
ambient light
into the
cauterized bloodstream
of two enamored
lovers.
Fstop. (SNAP!)
our reflection.
my desire for you.
my private folding
twice into your extended arms -
thrice thinking through
the mercurial threads
of my theatrical,
dramatic effulgence;
launching
my passion forth -
knowing the eagerness,
of a woman's innocence,
will boomerang
like zirconium crystals
to caress and invade
parched throats.
for us to swallow and savor.
Fstop. (SNAP!)
our morning.
our daydreams will
shoot the light fantastic
like the omnipresent
sun.
a whispered warmth
leaks within
my heart -
it then secretly
spills upon your breasts -
it longingly stings, like
gilded particles
of dazzled mercury;
silently burning
my candid penance
into your
wanton wishes -
akin to smoldering embers.
(my camera clicks)
Fstop. (SNAP!)
our auroral
afternoon.
like a clandestine
morning blossom;
a once
removed duo -
now ignite
Mr. Sunshine's
latitudes
and longitudes
into a partnership
of cindered flesh.
my sunshine -
am i invited
with camera down to
your expansive arms -
your powdered legs -
and...?
Fstop. (SNAP!)
I'm blinded
by your prismed stare.
Smile, sunshine -
beam relucent
as I adjust the
smothered aperture.
Categories:
longitudes, lovelight, light,
Form:
Free verse
If I would love you unconditionally, would you always love me back?
I told her, “No way, you can’t possibly be”
The girl of my dreams finally escaping the wrinkles of my imagination
On longitudes and latitudes, you are dotted in silhouettes
This is not a suicidal love
A feeling oh so lovely so powerful how could you possibly try to ignore
I can’t stay asleep every minute I need to see your pretty face
The deep well of sorrow is now covered
And innocence regained
Is she too perfect to be true?
Maybe, maybe not!
*Inspired by the PoetrySoup mix bowl of talented artist writers*
Categories:
longitudes, lovelove,
Form:
So am I not enough for you
Is what we have not enough for us
what answers do you need to quell your curiosity
do you so doubt the truth of our first kiss
have you watched so long that you no longer see me
what secrets did you think i could hide
you alone have undressed me to bare flesh
is it my collection of unpolished shoes
legacies of footsteps walked to other doorways
that troubles you so
what puzzles to my life’s mysteries
will be answered by the echo of muted voices
held content within pages of dusty photograph albums
and yet my yesterday’s haunt you as if they were immortal
mirror snapshots of strangers smiling for strangers
images created in a world requiring its own reflection
is it my hat boxes with faded and speechless labels
that you so desperately need to renounce out loud
i recall tmoments when your heart beating gently beside mine
was the only sound needed to tell the world we were one
are you looking for a suitcase packed with excuses
an invisible boarding pass allowing a blameless early departure
it is you who fear's sunrise without dreams to protect you
and sunset with no one to believe in…no one who believes in you
we have crossed the world’s longitudes and latitudes you and I
Rio to Monterrey…Brisbane to Berlin
each tasting love dusk to dawn....again and again
what i have surrendered with you
i have surrendered to no one…shared with no but you
listen to me ..hear me…this is the voice of our destiny
you alone complete me like a thousand falling raindrops
gently nourishing a sea of lotus leaves
passion has flowed between us as if thirsty water
i love you with all that I am…all that I ever wanted to be
i have never asked for more than your love
but now I need you to trust my trust in you
for even an hourglass can run out of sand
my love please don’t open my closet door
is what we have not enough for us
so are we not enough for you
Irish
Categories:
longitudes, loveme, world, love, me,
Form:
Free verse
Hearth of Winds
From west to east you plumb axisal spin,
And darted on the limbs of the poles.
On longitudes and latitudes, you are dotted in silhouettes.
Just above the horizon of age, you journeyed,
Beckoning the threshold of syllabubic windfalls.
Sated with doldrums of lambent haul,
And the pomp of sycamore hover instill.
When you call again at the Isle of trench,
The oracles of time shall tune again the aviary.
Seated upon the pillion of days the carter roves,
Tilting in all directions with hopes of succour.
A long way from time indeed you are,
But as the tides of valour surmise you triumph.
Once I saw an array of humanic acclaims,
In a manger of Sylphic heath of tenderness.
The hills of tonic travails titivating the hold,
And all the flakes of materialism dancing attune the vista.
The tales of deeds will forever entail polemic puzzles,
And the spate of the weaver’s loom shall reckon amidst.
Adeola Yusuf Amuni
Categories:
longitudes, naturetime,
Form:
Lyric
Wishbone display on a symmetrical canvas. Glimmers in the dark house akin to fresh paint in a tunnel. Tuning timing taking trapping taming. In a fiery heating system life can be barren so bread must be delivered to many. To alight the souls is to breathe to brethren. And to obey is to count and counting is very useful to obtain silver beads. Bang then. Official stories are woven from a shredded walnut. Such a mess. Pieces of truths falling away. Swatting at flies then? A useful and timely duty is often the manner of a seamstress. This lights up the road in a flurry of colours terminated in black. Yet that woven forest of words can be cut. To ascertain truths. And to gain knowledge and wisdom akin to the deity of mishoa a dulu. It is never to be said that when a caravan travels backwards the fodder is to be delayed. As whirlwinds of sand arrive and blur. Good. Great isnt it. Dilapidated are the sky presences. Take no rocket to a cactus. And see not the pretty purple plant as a curse. Beauty is beauty and beauty unseen is a chamber. Baking bread bombs. Well that is a rifle range of skirts and shirts waving around and around on an ancient landscape which belongs to its inhabitants. For as foretold the kings are arriving. Fighting fakeries freeing fauna faces. And a dish of goat curry eaten with many hands in a geometrically placed tent. Sweep then swept. Good. Longitudes of lengths. Unfolding curtains in an epic swerve. Disturb not a jaded dagger. Nothing to ha about. But roar. Ra then raaaa. anatomy of a sheet is astronomy at its finest. X Deuteronomy delivered drifts. X admonishment of ants X philosophically Z z z z z. *
Categories:
longitudes, august,
Form:
My life is but a fragment of the moments I’m awake
Standing on this balcony above the frozen ground
Gazing on a future that is much to harsh to take
Walking down the latitudes and longitudes I’ve found
Pondering a jump to reach a branch in front of me
Leafless in the worry of a spring that’s come and gone
Carvings on its trunk become the past that I can see
Measuring the shadows sneaking stealthily ‘cross the lawn
Times have fled this heart of mine that whimpers in the cold
Shivering in endless breaks to never fill the space
Days they seem to laugh at me now that I’m getting old
Wandering the wrinkles long created on my face
Once I felt much younger than I ever had before
Mornings brought about a dream the night could not contain
When within my presence stood the one I did adore
Promising forever in my life she would remain
Now I count the minutes since my lonely heart did break
Wiping off the tears this sorrow causes me to weep
My life is but a fragment of the moments I’m awake
Longing for the solitude to lull me as I sleep
Categories:
longitudes, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
Man like to travel
From one corner to another corner of the earth
Transverse the longitudes and the latitudes
Similar to an ant
Wondering when can he finish the mission
But
He may travel in books, in movies
By internet, by study ecchange plan
By communicating with people from other parts of the world
With reading
Man even travei in history and space
Categories:
longitudes, earth, history, space, travel,
Form:
Free verse
what answers do you need to calm your curiosity
do you so doubt the truth of our first kiss
have you watched so long that you no longer see me
what secrets did you think i could hide
you alone have undressed me to bare flesh
is it my collection of unpolished shoes
memories of footsteps taken to life’s doorways
do you think i will not stand by you forever
when every second of my being
has brought me to your side
what puzzles to life’s mysteries
will be answered on hangers and photograph albums
costumes of life…trinkets and tuxedos
images created in a world needing its own reflection
mirror snapshots of strangers smiling for strangers
is it my hat boxes with no names
holding testimonials of who I was to be
that you desperately need to renounce out loud
i recall moments when your soft breathing inside of me
was the only sound needed to tell the world we were one
were you looking for a suitcase packed with excuses
fearing sunrise without our gentleness to explore
we have crossed the world’s longitudes and latitudes
Rio to Monterrey…Brisbane to Berlin…passion dusk to dawn
all of my dreams shared in your arms
we have always quenched each other’s unquenchable thirst
passion flows through us like a river of raindrops
i love you with all that I am…all that I ever wanted to be
i have sought nothing more than your trust in me
we are…one within each other’s hourglass…come to me
please don’t open my closet door
IRISH
Categories:
longitudes, loveme, world, me,
Form:
Free verse
Plunging latitudes and longitudes
Draw close
Bulging net of lines
Contain the world
Within the squirming mass of eyes
Peering out or in
Dead eyes look far
Cast no reflections of their own
Upon the gazed landscapes
The labyrinth of eyes
Is a looking-glass mirror of cloned selves
Looking back
Native desire to find edges
Drives the flapping motion away
In the midst of,
Constant confusion and belonging
Am I driving deeper,
It does not matter
The edge is all around
~I will pass, through the heart of mass~
Exit, frozen upon the event horizon
In twisting glory
As the passing Sun
Explodes upon my line
All across
Categories:
longitudes, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
I fell down to the bottom of every single Sea not just once but twice.
I scrambled onto my feet and fell all over myself time and time again
I was up and then went down until I felt this tingly breezy needy wind.
I stood up on two weakened knees eventually I’d plateau with a price.
Water wind fire earth and every metal made me the finest grains of rice.
I am dreaming of being a disbeliever in you so I stand in my self defense.
I marked me a stone and I gave it a name and only my voice will it hence.
Shattered was the Ocean’s floor and suddenly breaking in on thinner ice.
I was enthralled at its fear yet brazened in my heart,
I balanced the winds and now I am set on a mission.
Alpha is exact where or when my breaths of life start
I’m the latitudes and I’m longitudes rallying ignition.
Tomorrow will come just as now is gone so here again I must go,
Boundlessly rooted to be all of me especially when my kiss I blow.
Categories:
longitudes, imagination, inspirational, life, sea,
Form:
Sonnet
I
Ego is not real
II
Ego is necessary, images we have of ourselves, but it is like a measure as are inches, centimeters, kilograms, and longitudes.
III
You cut other things with tools, though you measure the length with another tool. Try cutting cheese with a Line of Longitude!
IV Our mistake is to treat the ego as another of our physical organs. It is NOT even that real (do you see your eyes, bite your own teeth?)
Categories:
longitudes, allusion, bible, emo, growth,
Form:
Epigram