Best Marvelling Poems
in the bright light of day you appeared...
a gilded angel with falcon wings,
you rose up out of the desert sands
and your gentle beauty struck me dumb -
sending a tremor through my soul...
marvelling, pretending an air of studied uncaring
i watched you through a veil of wind-blown hair
and tried to ignore the yearning sighs of the
blood in my veins,
and the keening of a heart that was broken -
that, seeing you, healed briefly -
only to fracture again every time you turned away
you were fatal...
i knew this in my marrow, even as i stared,
riveted, at your cherub's innocence,
suffocating, slowly - sweetly -
in the decadent gold-striated hazel of your
hawk's eyes
you were a killing blow out of the blue,
and once again i was lost...
"angel" i wanted to cry, "angel, ask my name..."
but, naive as Adam, you lost yourself in the bustle
and sand-blasted clamor of your clawed companions...
bereft i hovered, a lonely kestrel riding the chill wind
of your ignorance...
a single tear slid down my cheek;
oh i would have impaled myself on a thousand spears,
if it would only make you run to my side
and scoop me into your bronze embrace
but time slid by and planets shifted -
the day's end drew near...
desert dunes dissolved into the hazy purple of night,
and i was forced to say goodbye;
to pretend love at first sight was just a giddy adolescent joke,
and that your image wasn't tattooed on my heart
in blood and fire...
only then, as my soul swelled with the bitter bile of
disappointment, did you turn and behold
the torment of your beauty written on my face...
boyish, innocent, your eyes clashed with mine -
and melted my core to lava -
and gave my battered heart wings;
clipped wings perhaps, but wings nonetheless...
you smiled, a saccharine-coated admission of acknowledgement,
even as your eyes stabbed cruelly, violated my bruised soul,
and the sun set at your back -
gilding you in demonic flame...
and in a blazing flash, that was it, the die was cast,
reeling, bleeding, i broke our searing gaze;
'angel you may be, my oblivious love,'
i thought as i walked away
'but devil you are for wounding me this way -
and never even knowing my name'
Categories:
marvelling, angst, lost love, loveme,
Form:
Free verse
Longing for the man I’ve never met
his warmth and tenderness,
Arms around me to help me sleep
closeness to him makes me weak.
Drifting to a place of love
where passion flames suggestion of
Intimacy adoration
marvelling hearts sensation.
Security brings peaceful mind
comfort from bodies twined.
This here, I do adore
evolving fantasies of more…
Drifting now to sleepy land
back again to what we planned.
For here it’s not so lonely
fond memories to keep.
With my love and only
cherishing much sleep.
Categories:
marvelling, fantasy, for him, love,
Form:
Rhyme
A mop of white hair
Over a young old face
A pair of laughing eyes
Locked in a different place
As he tells his grandchildren
Tales of his youth
Each one guaranteed to be
Ninety percent of the truth.
He talks of a million years ago,
Really just nineteen sixty two,
And they look at him in
The way grandchildren do.
He tells of his adventures
Of his scraps and scrapes
Marvelling in his mind
At some of his escapes.
A grand daughter says
You’re telling fibs I think
He gives her a smile
And then a slow wink.
They all give him a hug
When it’s time for them to go
And he experiences thoughts
That only Granddads know.
He thinks of the joy, pains
And sadness they may know
And hopes they’ll all learn
As they mature and grow.
Life is such a gamble
And it’s a privilege to see
The continuance of his line
And how it’s going to be
Categories:
marvelling, family, grandfather, happiness,
Form:
Rhyme
The last sigh of the Moor, King Boabdil,
As he flees the triumphant Ferdinand,
Echoes round slopes of a mist-shrouded hill.
He looks back for the last time at the land
That he once ruled. `Weep as a woman will,’
His mother jeers behind her jewelled hand,
`For what you would not defend as a man!’
He stares northwards as long as he can,
Marvelling at the distant snow-capped hills
Gently cradling the Alhambra’s walls,
Its towers, placid ponds, and sparkling rills,
Treasuring them. Later, when he recalls
This scene, he deems its loss the worst of ills
That ever befell him, and, saddened, falls
To yearning for water from those mountains
And the Generalife’s dancing fountains.
A tale as romantic as any told -
This Moorish palace of earthly pleasure,
Its red stone, now mellowed to pink and gold,
Is a wonder of the world to treasure.
Like Boabdil, I want to hoard and hold
Its magical light, and, for good measure,
The sound of Granada’s gurgling streams
In my mind to recall in pleasant dreams.
Categories:
marvelling, history, how i feel,
Form:
Ottava rima
I remember taking Grandpa to the train, (Repost)
Marvelling how anything so huge,
Bellowing steam and smoke and cinders,
Could be controlled by men.
Then while flying in the war,
I marvelled that insignificant man,
Could conquer anything as vast as the sky.
Then I watched as Armstrong strolled on Luna,
And marvelled that limitless space was not,
For it too had been conquered by man.
How strange then, for me to realise,
That the heart of man, invincible and more,
Conquerer of all that stands before it,
Can be reduced to less than a gelatinous mass,
Unable to stand or even to try,
When faced with the love in a little girls'
smile.
Categories:
marvelling, introspection
Form:
Narrative
I do not wish to drink of you with greedy lips
My desire is for you to linger on my palette
As your heady aroma fills my nostrils
I will taste of your complexities
Marvelling at the colours of your essence
I do not not wish to be intoxicated
For I desire to make this pleasure last
Within my mouth a symphony
The interplay of the seasons of your soul
I taste the winter, spring and summer of our waiting
Until this moment of falls bounty
Through the patience of knowing
I now experience all of your seasons.
Categories:
marvelling, feelings, passion,
Form:
Free verse
When I was young,
My mum bought me a black barbie doll,
I wanted a white one,
I cried and tried,
to convince her to buy me a white one,
all in vain.
she gave me no reason,
and it remained like that.
I never used to take care of Barbie,
Never used to comb her hair,
Or dress her up,
until one day,
When I looked at her skin,
it was like mine,
her hair,
it was like mine,
she was beautiful,
she was like me,
black in all aspects,
she had brown eyes,
red lips and was curvacious too,
I realised how beautiful she was
and named her BEEBEE,
I started dressing her up,
combing her hair,
and marvelling at her beautiful black skin,
I once heard that,
The darker the berry,
the sweeter is is,
I kept her away from too much sun,
too much rain,
I took care of her,
I was so afraid,
She would start fading
and become white or light brown,
she would no longer be beautiful,
she would lose her originality,
she looked so like me,
but I was prettier
my skin was darker,
more rich,
more beautiful.
If she could hear,
I wanted to boast,
of how I was more curvacious,
My skin was much richer,
my eyes were bright brown,
I wanted to boast how,
I can work most night and day,
Multitask and still find time to play,
I wanted to boast of how
I can speak my mother toungue
I can sing and dance,
I can dream and accomplish.
I wanted to boast aboutall this,
but she couldnt hear,
she was just but a plastic doll,
A beautiful black plastic barbie doll,
Her name was BEEBEE
I'm grown now,
I'm woman now,
I see now,
What mama tried to teach me in silence,
Why she refused to buy me,
the white barbie,
it taught me much,
am so in-love with myself now,
because I related with BEEBEE back then,
learnt my worth,
realised my beauty,
inside and outside,
I bet they were talking about me when they said,
the darker the berry,
the sweeter it is.
Categories:
marvelling, memory, teen, woman, beautiful,
Form:
Free verse
Marvelling at the painting,
Deep thoughts within,
It over took my mood !
Categories:
marvelling, imagination,
Form:
Haiku
There is indifference if I fail by trying
But there is jubilation if I finally succeed,
To persuade contrast faces quietly marvelling
With kindness to those who are in need.
There is love and sometimes there is peace,
The unknown scarcely threaten our realm,
To know the fear of hazards exist in space,
Will it be a virtual atmosphere or real pain?
There’s assurance, both of spirit and soul
The Kama of surety on earth we try to claim,
Our conscience inherits this virtue as gold,
In heaven, who knows what will be our name?
The future is unknown; unseen by our deeds
Permitted only with glimpses of what we feel,
Model upon other foundations reality succeeds
But those emotions are not always real.
The unknown advent angels secretly proclaim
Celestial beings with stern human face arrayed,
How will their awesome presence reign?
Over the fallen nations that they upbraid.
No pruning or pining or resurrection wishing
Entity elsewhere to share the unknown eternity,
We will stand with our lives overwhelming,
Witnesses in the surrounding world of plenty.
Categories:
marvelling, angel, anxiety, bible, destiny,
Form:
Free verse
My Refurbished Boudoir- Etheree
Morning
Sun-beams stormed
My refurbished boudoir
Setting aflame autumn hues
Curtains orange and ochery bedspread
Cushioned upholstery of yellow and green
Nostalgic reminders of my voyage to Columbus'
Anchored Land last October, walking through Cheek Wood's
Crackling rusty leaves as eyes painted multifarious colours in
My heart, marvelling at painters dabbling the harvest with vivacity
September 20, 2015
Contest : For Love Of October- Etheree
Sponsor : Andrea Dietrich
Categories:
marvelling, autumn, beautiful, color,
Form:
Etheree
If beauty lays in the eyes of the beholder, can you allow my sight to hold your face a little longer... cause time seems to perish quicker in moments of my appreciation. Sightless definitions of this word are blinded by each smile I spot; with each frown crowned by the beauties of anger, especially how your nose fringes up
DAM YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
If beauty is defined by the nature of the sun, can I be the sky which holds your shine, clouded by smiles, when I hear the blues of your voice, especially when we caught in heated arguments of topics that lights up smartness, logic, intelligence, causing my hand to scratch mind thinking (like what do I say to that), securing my heart with a key of marvelling sparks; cause man... I have met my match.
DAM YOU BEAUTIFUL
If beauty is defined by a woman’s carves, can I be the driver of the car which explores these hills; drifting my every touch with care.... cause I don’t want to crash. If I do crash then don’t worry; I insured my sit belt is on tight... in a nutshell I’m saying, if my temptatious hands move so slightly to another waist, that’s just to make time pass, because I do know where and who is my real hour shape glass. The sands of your time beach up my water as I sea and say
DAM YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
If beauty is defined by a walk, can I be the path way in which you leave foot printed traces of your ambiance on, imprinted in me solidly. Some say a girl who talks and walks what she stands for is legit, but I say... it’s the beauty of her walk that tells the stories of her ambitions, dreams, success, learnt lessons, life experiences, visions, and her future. Just for a second imagine how it will feel; just walking and holding hands with you.
DAM YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
If I could sing, I would James Blunt this track for you constantly, but I rather light up the Refar and blunt up, in order to imagine something as great as or greater than your beauty. Although no matter how high I get my escalation intertwines beauty with your relations
DAM YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
Lebron Spirits
Categories:
marvelling, adventure, analogy, art, baby,
Form:
Ballad
Love lost that fiery feeling
babbling bitterness,
Much mundane coarseness came
pausing prime progress.
Though interval inspired
tantalising tone,
Where gracious grieving gratitude
brought the hungry home...
to forever fall for love again
rekindling sheer spark
with whispers wafting warming words
ignited from doomed dark.
Now, fuelled fire flames gears no games
yet drives desired dreams…
radiating rich romance
marvelling moonbeams.
Categories:
marvelling, fire, lost love, love,
Form:
Alliteration
A lover’s dance is but twice the pain,
Dark and in duress
I have shamed.
But you prolong your steps,
The dew upon your forehead; askew.
Dare I stroke the flourished flower
that is draped upon your cheek.
An alibi of love is languidly dropped
from burned lips.
I hear you cry-
Yield!
Give me all.
Is it marvelling what you do?
The gentle atonement
of my force.
Dare I strive with you
in this – durst I?
The touch deepens and in my might
weakness is the only approach,
that dark eyed smile plying your lips –
for you have won.
A battle of ease, even on my knees
I am lost.
You have made me lost to all of light,
Here my love may end it’s plight.
Categories:
marvelling, love, passion, romance, love,
Form:
Verse
perhaps prosaically I see only apples
tumble-positioned in cane baskets
light-patched, colour-streaked
stalks angled from a cleft
a stick stuck in a deep dimple
sometimes one leaf dried
a sign of the apple tree
I see no eve
no snake whispering in a shell-pink ear
no adam being so-called tempted
his blood-song inherited answering a call to arms
too young to resist the naïve young-womanly charms
his master asleep or more busy inventing new worlds
new galaxies aeons of light years away
but adam and eve are long gone
centuries ago they went on some fool’s word
that eating an apple meant leaving paradise
for a desert or a wilderness
more or maybe less than a sinful sexual symbolism
redder apples would more remind me of snow white
and her small white even teeth
piercing the polished red skin
crunching into the white fruit-flesh
delicious and juicy
but a maggot of poison
the jealousy of the queen
so perhaps prosaically
I carefully check my apples before I eat
cutting them into pieces
halves halved and again halved
or even childishly slicing them into rounds
marvelling at the wheeled flower of the seeds
and the seed cases
admiring the thin curled red ribbon strip
Categories:
marvelling, eve, symbolism,
Form:
Blank verse
Sometimes I have questioned this fruit, upon which some call, divinities tree?
So deliciously appealing it has seemed, unto these desirous and sometimes wistful eyes
As they have gazed upon its splendour and beauty, which adorns its lovely branches....
Standing amid this amiable Garden of Eden; whilst reflecting upon, "'My Fathers' Words" ~
"Of all things are yours," He said, "but choose wisely, that you may live"
"Eternally within this everlasting paradise; which I have created for you and My children!?"
"For nothing should you wish, shall never not be yours"
"Yet I have placed temptation afore your eyes, that your faithfulness may be sown...."
I have walked through this garden as if, but only a dream
Beholding paradisiacals boundless and endless glories; majestic ~
Although, when I approach this certain simile that, "My Father" had spoken about
I always stop and stare for a moment; marvelling upon its wonderment
This golden fruit; which sometimes permeates my wanting heart
From wall to wall and throughout its corridores
But for a taste, of its enticing flavours
Glistening before my wanton red lips, this metaphor....
Sweetened desires; to savour upon the very tip
Of my thirsting and yearning tongue!?
Ahh, just one bite I think, as I then do contemplate, if "My Father," would ever know?
For she looks so lovely; as spellbound becomes her enchanted
Amid her listful and temptress view; aslant....
Caught betwixt the flesh and the spirit once more, as I peer upon her leaves
Finding these stirring rushing currents, soaring through my searing veins
Within another day inside of this garderobe; my soul perplexed
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Before this metaphoric tree of, such, forbidden fruit!?
Categories:
marvelling, faith, life, love, timegarden,
Form: