Best Lushest Poems
The Slea Head Drive in Dingle
Hugs the lushest land I’ve seen.
It reaffirms the reason
Why the Irish worship green.
I’ve only been to Ireland once
But that was just a start,
For scenic beauty such as that
Imprinted on my heart.
The greenest hillsides anywhere,
A’polka-dot with sheep,
Provided me with memories
My brain will never sweep.
I loved the Irish people
And the landscape near the coast,
But raising up my Guinness
Was the part I loved the most!
for the "Irish Poems" contest by Isaiah Zerbst
Once upon a time there was a palace over a secluded hill
Where lived an Indian blooded ‘Rani’ (Queen) with an inky will
Equipped and armed with a resourceful screen
With the might of her pen, for revolution she would melodiously scream
Each time the ordinary would look up to the hill and see
The flames in her bosom passionately rising to create history
The lushest of Kings from neighbouring lands
Chose to ride for eons to witness the miracles of her resourceful hands
With faith and light, she ruled from land to shore
Glitches out of their virginity; all nipped to the core
Against all bitterness her love spread like the chimes of the Big Ben
To save rebellious souls, she would walk unarmed in to any lion’s den
The Savage, many times would plot for her 'Raj' (kingdom) to crumble away
Not possible! For this Royal tigress each night would humbly kneel and pray.
Spray fertile soil with citrus sun.
Pick Oleander in spring rain.
Relive the April of our love
In budding blooms, down garden lane.
Nest hatching eggs in verdant hands.
Gift misty eyes with rainbow views.
Innate, our dreams for joy and light
Spur romance birthed in floral hues.
Come spring, refresh earth lazed in snow!
Ornately jeweled, she shall not wait.
Meandering through lushest greens,
I hear wind songs young ones create.
Nearby, a river swells with life -
Goslings and ducklings swim in line.
Softly, we kiss atop new shoots
Of Queen Anne's lace on banks divine.
Our ode to Oleander dawn
Nestled in limbs of spring days gone.
Written 3/20/17 for Spring Is Coming Soon Contest
August is fading
lushest blooms kiss a fierce sun
sudden surprise chills
standoff of seasons
spicy fragrance thrills both sides
butterfly bliss hides
skies still berry blue
melancholy wake up call
honking geese southbound
a brightly stained world
all of nature is colors
changing endlessly
Poems are flying within thy morning breeze
Becoming rhythm of heart poems are plying
Perhaps; I forget that-
I am not the alphabets of the poems
I am not the words of the poems
I am not the verses and rhymes of the poems
Here, in the pit of lushest pair lips
Thy letter infatuates me
Thy dancing dimension arrests me
Thy silent penning mood jails me
I forget-
The name of poems is not thy kisses
The name of poems is not my lust trace
Poems can fly
Poems can ply
Chattogram © Mahtab Bangalee
I'm coughing out in rhythm
As I draw in more lushest smoke
Ain't never done me any good
But the Marlboro Mans got my vote
Two packs a day at minimum
I see no use in quitting
Though the way I wheeze in the morning time
There ain't much use in living
The doctors give their warning
My lungs are tarred and blackened
The only thing I see I'm missing
Is the free breathing that I'm lacking
So leave me be to my greatest need
We all know what that is
Carcinogens and nicotine
Are two of my favorite hits
They say smoking wont send you to hell
It just makes you smell like you've been there
And to a smoker that's just as well
In hell you'll never need a lighter
So the doctor's can warn me all they want
If they feel they must
But I ain't leaving outta here
Until that very last lushest puff...
I'm not a smoker myself...
This is just something I thought all you smokers would enjoy...
So everyone light up, inhale, draw deep, exhale, Ahhhhhhh......
Even today in Texas
after twelve decades
people are narrating
the story of John,
the courageous little hero
who fought two heartless outlaws;
was he allowed to own a gun
and protect his mom screaming?
One of them resembled Deniro
with a trim beard and green eyes.
The horses frantically neighed
frightened by his fast bullets,
the older outlaw felt a sharp pain
and fell off his white horse and died;
the other tried to shoot John twice,
but he missed and fled...
how could a young boy
have shooter's skills,
was he trained by his dad who killed
a jail-breaker as he attempted to halt a train?
That makes any joker laugh realizing that
surviving in a violent town is the only way
to show others one's acquired vice,
not considering taking a life a disownment!
The outlaw's body was buried the next day
by an ironwood tree with a bright color
and the lushest foliage, but does this outlaw feel anything
going above his graves dug in red clay?
Shade or sunlight matter not to him, only someone praying
and disapproving of his death curses the young rambler!
Even the hot stones remember that fatal shooting
no rainfall could wash the bloodstains from them
and the square was proudly called John's Place,
even a monument was built to commemorate his valor;
kids gather around it and sing a hymn to his brave comrade,
anyone thinking of harming them must remember
who took the fatal shot proved that attacking
a defenseless woman is an act of cowardice that dishonors him.
In fields of lushest buttercups we ‘d lie
We’d watch the clouds as gently they blew by.
Love was born we thought would never die.
But now you’re gone and here I sadly sigh
That love itself remains without your form
Yet tears of loss enfold me like a storm.
I knew you’d never hurt or do me harm.
I felt your smile’s embrace, so wide, so warm.
How is the world,now emptied of your being?
No sound,no touch,no smell,no sight,no seeing.
How is the world when you have gone ahead
Yet I must linger in my lonely bed?
Some days I weep with gladness for my friends
Some days I weep in sadness without end.
A garden of love, awake as the rain, peaceful as the gray skies, abiding inside the soul who can see… there is a love that grows strong despite the fears that linger on, despite the tears who seem to water the heart with a hope that sings on and on… by poet
Whistling in the wind, a song
Blowing hope through hearts who long,
Stirring joy in those who’ve been wrong,
Inviting the summer sun, the autumn rain,
The gift of a love that will forever silence pain…
Rushing through the thoughts, a light
Glowing, restless as the stars of night
Darkness buried beneath shadow’s fright,
As the bursts of color from the moon’s glow,
Softly echoes all the melodies my heart might know…
Rustling in the leaves, autumn’s smile
Lavender, rust and mahogany – joy to beguile,
Melodies rich with twisted sweetness, in a crinkled pile,
Remembering that love comes through the lushest flavors,
Of peace, hope and grace that won’t melt away, always favors….
Dancing on the prayers of a blessing,
Trembling in silence, not worrying or stressing,
The trees, the sun, the seas can’t be guessing,
Life is a struggle sometimes, but it is still a miracle,
In rhythms of light and dark, happy and sad, nearly lyrical….
She flows, like the rivers and seas, making waters harmonize,
Healing the spirit who struggles with grief, tears in her eyes,
While the rugged mountains surround souls with belief, not lies,
Promising the music that heals and relieves will always bring peace,
Peace comes to souls who hear and believe, Love will never cease!
Inside me, landscapes Godforsaken,
Empty holes of misery
Stretch and yawn for you were taken,
Taken away,
Away from me.
Where bloomed the lushest vegetation,
Oasis fed so tenderly,
Blackens and dies for you were taken,
Taken away,
Away from me.
I close my eyes and you awaken
In my dreaming fantasy,
The bubbles burst for you were taken,
Taken away,
Away from me.
My world inverted, cruelly shaken,
Rattles tears mournfully
And cries the rain for you were taken,
Taken away,
Away from me.
One Kiss,
one kiss from you lushest lips and i shall be satisfied...
or so i say
but after the one kiss you blessed me with
the one kiss that warmed my heart.
i feel empty after that kiss and i don't understand.
i love you!
I should feel satisfied.
i should feel happy.
But i don't
After that one passionate kiss
i feel empty, i want more, another kiss from your lushest lips, kiss me again and
awake my frozen heart.
Standing amid the forest trees
I feel so insignificant.
Small and unimportant can be
Very humbling among the plants
And underbrush that are dwarfed by
The regal, deciduous trees.
Quiet is defined by the sigh
Of the wind breathing through the leaves
And serenity thrives beneath
This lushest leaf-green canopy.
I walk along an ancient path
Once tread by aborigines.
Then, out of the blue, the soft wind
Whispered,” you're home again my friend.”
There is a place I long to go
To see the ones that I love so
A mansion is waiting there for me
When the last of this old world I see
“I’ve got a mansion just over the hilltop….”
To heaven where no tears are cried
Where pain and sorrow do not abide
What wondrous things up there will be
When heaven’s bright city, I see
“In that bright land where we’ll never grow old….”
The streets are paved with gold
A crystal stream flows, I am told
Meadows of lushest green I can trod
A heavenly choir sings praises to God
“And someday yonder we will never more wander….”
There will be no darkness there
Sonlight glistening everywhere
The wondrous tree standing tall
Flower gardens the lovliest of all
“But walk the streets that are purest gold…”
But the most wonderful thing to behold
Will not be those shiny streets of gold
But the glory of His face I will see
When at that gate He welcomes me
Words( in quotations) and music by Ira F. Stanphill
While the gentlest sigh,
Shatters the surface of stillness,
Blending light with hues of wonder,
Broken thoughts, blessings, brilliance
Moments poured out on the seas
Music, melodies – lushest peace,
Aching songs, whistling through the winds,
Caressing the soul with a joy
Boundless breath of serenity, soothing
Sounding so much like the easy grace,
Falling through the oaks and birch,
Erasing the melancholic dreams,
Inspiring the soul to see, grasp the edges
Of a silence…
As she exhales smoking trails
Of restful things, gestures of grace
Sincere and unafraid…
Silence lingers on the edges of a day
Before night overshadows her light
With inklings of stars and moon,
Urging away the trembling truth…
Silence is beautiful
Silence is soothing
Silence is the ache – just beneath
A heavy taste of amazing…
A hearty hope, a promise, seclusion
A dream that leaves its lesson
A faith that leaves its blessing
A love that is the question…
Silence, resurrection… God’s gentle protection!
Out past the lake, in the greenest lushest meadow
The sweetest girl, she waits there patiently for me
With heart displayed as smiles, when I approach her
We steal the passion from the night to share deliciously
Her flowing gown is of the finest silks and satin
So clinging to her body, outlining softness of her being
As moonlight highlights her eyes and milky complexion
The world spins on and on, but she’s all my eyes are seeing
We dance, the guilty pleasure the moon doth offer
We lay, upon the grass, as hearts pick up their pace
We kiss, though gentle, yet evident so wanting
We recognize the love, as we lay within embrace