Best Midpoint Poems
When Summer is gone along with substantial flowers,
a lingering memory, I wonder “were you here at all?”
It will only be, in each new Spring reviving,
that the iris near the tear duct blooms.
When Summer is gone and leaves float downstream
blains renew with a chill in the air,
and the maples and oaks lose
their grief stricken hues.
When Summer is gone, that means Spring too,
then Fall is the midpoint so far from you,
as the years yield their acorn pelts
I pumpkin-kiss and miss you.
When Summer is gone and the “I love you,” is silent,
in the deep drifts of the Winter white blanket,
still I hear your motherly voice in the wind,
emphatically reap your snowdrop smile.
Categories:
midpoint, grief, seasons,
Form:
Elegy
"Another Man’s Treasure"
Jetsam tumbles
broken doorbells
no one
answers
anymore
ironing boards
pressing to imprint
something of significance
a life, your life
droll and predictable
it all sinks
to the bottom
of a bad dream
with yesterday’s
stale tears
sharp heels
clicking on a parquet floor
like knives ripping words
jagged scratches on old wallpaper
like a warning thrown at a wall
Sundry feelings furry
ageing inevitable
intimate moments blurry
moulding green against a new life
you prophesy diamond clean
their part in your life
half-state now
pill swallowed
like a bad dream
forgotten
and
there you sit and twirl
grinning from ear-to-ear
on your swivelling black leather chair
before a glowing screen
lighthouse revolver ready
evolving
glowing prisms adrift
blue ribbons of seaweed green
tangled in your wide Sargasso Sea
morse code blinking reverie
lost memories pleasantly drowned
like a murderess you pin them down
then, the tight grasp of possibilities
rise to face the horizon
eventually, they are Marco Polo found
and
there you are
midpoint
hovering
poised
waiting
Unconditional
Singular
One man’s trash
Another Man’s Treasure
(LadyLabyrinth/2020)
"Wonders of the Deep" / Chemical Brothers
https://youtu.be/xHEgT--jJLk
Categories:
midpoint, baptism, romance, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
The bike was loaded and packed
The duffle bag strapped to the rack
The air was crisp when we started out at dawn
In the early morning hours we were gone
Down the road with the wind on our faces
Off to visit some far off places
Headed south down the Mother Road
The bike trailer behind us we towed
We past the St Louis Arch gateway to the west
What a magnificent site I can atest
Stopped to see the Meramec Caverns
The Wine Table formation would look great in an old tavern
Through Cuba Missouri we rode the bike at a crawl
Taking pictures of the murals on the building walls
We rode through Kansas the shortest part of Route 66
On the Rainbow Curve Bridge we took more pics
We traveled on to see the Big Blue Whale in Catoosa OK
In Tulsa we camped out at the KOA
Took a break from the open road freedom
The next day in Clinton we visited the Route 66 Museum
On to Texas we then rode
Checking out the sites it had to behold
South of Amarillo saw the Cadillac Ranch
Got off the bike to walk off a cramp
In Adrian ate at the Midpoint Cafe
We had rode Old Route 66 halfway
On America's Highway we motored through New Mexico
In the distance we eyed Mount Tucumcari's plateau
Visited Petroglyph National Monument outside of Albuquerque
The sun setting on the petroglyphs looked spectacularly
Then we drove past the Continental Divide
Observed red rock mountains along side
In Arizona we finally arrived
By the scenery we were hypnotized
In Winslow stood on the corner like the Eagles song
The memory of that will be lifelong
Visited the Petrified Forest and Painted Desert
By this time we were sunburned and weathered
In Flagstaff we stopped to camp and rest
We spied an eagle tending it's nest
To Sedona rode the Oak Creek Scenic Drive
The views and landscape made me feel alive
Alas our trip was over we had to go home
But on this trip there were so many memories sown
Categories:
midpoint, memory, travel,
Form:
Rhyme
Just the awe of your charismatic sexual looks makes
the down part of me wanting to possess
and build a park beneath your fleshy covering.
My Junior’s ready to let your licks spoil nature’s tricks
and your play, be an impurity to such a serious intensity.
Even when my battery runs down, I’ll drain all the decency left in you
through the escapades of erotic mechanics and love making drills.
I want to pull your underwear and bring down those hidden strings;
I want to fly that suspicious top and raise the supports of your skirt
while your inviting bra becomes openly hopeless under my command.
I want to prickle your skin gradually from neck to your secret bifurcation
while my moving tongue with great incontinence
dances through your inside, rendering the formality
of your honourable body into serious jeopardy.
Your gradual lustful conformity to my passionate physical cravings
raises blood levels to a peak giants cannot handle.
The spread of your two legs, causes the springing of my third one,
nothing then can unglue me from the down side of you
and such a rare side you possess
speaks volume of the attractive value of sex teases.
Your dancing breasts, horizontally springing body
and sensual-sound making tender lips combined,
gives a private show in complete entrapment of magic and divinity.
Screams and unholy inter-plays, revolving in one cycle
centered by paradise’s gate of which its heavy locks are
broken by such a melting act.
Letting my small head be the executive chair
to your well spread bare buttocks
powered by a mood so classified and irreversibly hormonal
begins the event already at its midpoint,
causing the rainbow to be low-esteemed in colours and in pride.
Categories:
midpoint, emotions, feelings, love, magic,
Form:
Romanticism
Having passed the midpoint, I came to a stall.
The known half’s behind me, the future ain’t clear,
all those years gone shifting, from gear to gear.
No U-turns allowed, one way gotta roll,
can not pull the same old tricks, thrills and spills an’ all.
What was distant now seems near
halfway down the road.
Categories:
midpoint, growing up, hope, life,
Form:
Rondeau
Down they swooped, so keen,
In perfect vee formation
Bronzes, browns, a green
Two blues and, showing elation,
Lastly, at midpoint, the great golden Queen
Beloved of our tiny nation,
Their plate sized eyes awhirr
As they sought new station.
The sulphur smell
Near knocked us out
Reminiscent of the hell
Of the recent rout.
They parted ranks to let her through
She landed, claws ascreech
Then the cohhort came in two by two
Onto the hold’s deserted beech.
We stood and stared, such is their beauty
Wiry wings preening, scales a-gleaming,
Nostrils wide, flaring; we forgot our duty
Watching the huge claws, necks and tails a-steaming.
A cry was heard, we’d near forgotten
The riders perched high and tiny a-dragon back
We caught ‘em as they slid down harness rotten
From exposure to dragon-flame
And invasive. searing enemy thread
Dragonback fighting is no game
‘Twas a mercy none were dead.
Into the hot baths the riders tumbled
Soon to get out, red and scrubbed,
And all to refectory they then stumbled
And as they ate, shoulders would be rubbed.
Outside dragons noble, groomed, of all harnesses relieved
Rose as one and pointed to the prairie
Soon became small, on their way to feed
On herd-beasts fleshy and not too hairy
And so we went to the inner ring, there
To spread fresh grass for dragons’ beds
And check their water with great care
And bring pillows for their noble heads.
[Apologies to Anne McCaffrey.]
Categories:
midpoint, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
1935 I was born alive
something happen to me I was revived
And with the good Lord on my side
I lived again I was lost but found and born once more in 1945
I lived again I was lost but found and born once more in 1945
I was female lying at the midpoint of distribution observed in values of quantities;
Causght up such that there's equal probability of falling above or below reason median mother 79
In 1935 fas was ten cents
loaf of bread eight cents Bill Wilson formed Alcoholics Anonymous
Social Security became law;
Grand-Ma knitted me a new shaw;
In 1945 when I was ten and glad I was alive in our house
My mom and dad paid $1,725.00
Nylon stockings
Cost the nurse twenty-cents and again gas prices was 11 cents
I am female lying at midpoint distribution observed in values of quantities
Cause such that there's equal probability of falling above, below reason of
Median Mother 79
Was 1955 I was 20 and minimum wage was one-dollar;
First cans of Cola sold;
The birth of McDonalds;
Black and White TV purchases price was $99.00;
Man that was cheap!!
Gas prices were twenty-three cents;
I was a female lying at the midpoint of distribution observed in values of quantities I am a Median Mother 79
Cast up such that there's equal probability of falling above or below reason
it's my season
In 1965 I was 30
feeling no where dirty
Vietnam was my younger brothers there;
Just turned 18 were drafted now gas prices are/ is 31 cents
Loaf of bread 21 cents
Someone invented Foster Grants eye glasses;
Staying in an apartment rent was $200.00 and it was 89 cents for a bottle of molasses
Categories:
midpoint, autumn, caregiving, dedication, destiny,
Form:
Ballade
I Miss You...
Like high school tennis practice after classes
at the midpoint of May; so at the peak
of blurry vision owing foggy glasses
owing a humid leak (of which I won’t speak
lest my knees weakly wobble, side to side,
as they did when Coach Notis would tell us
what failed to kill us - when nobody died
or tripped over lines of his murderous
suicide drill - was done incorrectly -
which in turn led me to question this
passion of mine, stern and directly,
returned to me answered configured like this:
Why risk your manhood and furrier balls
for something where love all means nothing at all?).
Categories:
midpoint, i miss you, silly,
Form:
Sonnet
at the end of the right angle,
your brain function seems unattractively acute,
and the putridity and the pungency is quite obtuse
something happened between the early period and the now
it is as if you watered down your morals and accept anything that comes
you changed your hair, your presentation, your reaction, and your choice of friends
i seem to have fallen into the trapezoid and the isosceles triangles of life with you
each curve is sharp and the focus has no clear purpose
i am tempted to go back to the cooler center where 45 connects with 45
maybe then i will be able to breathe easier because the temperature coming from nowadays you is not working in this spherical hemisphere of me
it is getting so that now there is no common ground at the midpoint
i just end up passing you by as you make yet another attempt to keep my attention
totally uneven is our overall ebb and flow
Categories:
midpoint, change, sad love, ,
Form:
Free verse
All she wanted to do was to prove her point.
What goes up must come down –
She packed climbing gear and grabbed her ballpoint.
It was time for the dauntless doubter’s meltdown!
Standing at the bottom of a mountain,
She looked up to the highest point.
Hoping it would not rain,
She headed for the first checkpoint.
Then, stopped to rest and write some poetry.
About life from her viewpoint –
She heard the voice of the Almighty.
And wrote heavenly thoughts He did appoint.
She started climbing again, aches in every joint.
Past her breakpoint and the midpoint to the endpoint.
She dropped her pen; it bounced down the mountain.
Over rocks, nooks, and crannies…proving her point.
© January 18, 2011
Categories:
midpoint, funny, science
Form:
Rhyme
Her skin so soft with richness of love and affection so real,
The eyes of a debutante, which speaks volumes, I understand.
Legs so firm and powerful though they have weakened some,
A smile that shows such deep wisdom and talent surreal,
Indeed very smart she desires to lend a helping hand.
An original breed, which has a reputation for being dumb
.
She has an even temperament; though do not be fooled.
As a guardian of our home, she takes her masters tone.
I came into her life at a midpoint of her now age.
Therefore, she was already loved, adored, and strict ruled.
Her affection given to a child she may have never known.
At her beginning before, she had been treated in rage.
I am at loss to understand why the mistreatment was given to her.
Her stance shows that she had to have been a beautiful baby.
Her eyes still show the love she desires to give everyday.
A Dalmatian, a breed that is honored with spotted fur.
She is older than 18 years with deep affection she gives to me.
Joy and laughter, she gives friendship in every way.
Categories:
midpoint, animals, dedication, devotion, friendship,
Form:
So, March will be here one short week from now,
and I, for one, am counting the few days,
for she will lead us into springtime's phase
where soon we'll see that winter will avow
to end its hold just one day at a time,
so snow-filled days won't last for very long.
While tree buds stir, await the new spring song,
each day rewards with warmer temps that climb.
Soon after though, she shall become a queen,
when vernal equinox will crown her 'Spring',
and claim her day, March twentieth, then swing
to work full force and spread her lovely green.
Day one of fall to spring...six months in all,
with winter in between as the midpoint;
but only March provides the promised joint
that links up to the magic of spring's call.
Although, sometimes, a lioness in part,
with gusty winds, or even blizzard snow...
since winter's not too happy to let go...
she'll leave, meek as a lamb, for April's start.
Sandra M. Haight
~7th Place~
Premiere Contest: Enclosed Rhyme
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Judged: 03/02/2019
Categories:
midpoint, magic, march,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Groundhog day 2021 - Tuesday, February 2nd
Coincides with astronomy's cross-quarter day,
marking the midpoint between
winter solstice and spring equinox,
which will occur at 5:37 AM on
in Northern Hemisphere
Saturday, March 20.
Small consolation old man winter
spans fewest days
of all four seasons,
especially when massive nor'easter
predicted today January 31st, 2021
including within neck of woods
named Perkiomen Valley Pennsylvania.
Yours truly remembers
when spry Jack (hoar) Frost
(just yea high -
both arms stretched to sky)
came early, left late and bossed
vernal equinox
rattling barenaked branches
obviously inapropos
to budding friendship.
Now (courtesy global warming/ climate change)
mother nature experiences feeling strange
within valleys and atop many mountain range,
wherein goods traded away on stock exchange.
Fortunate concerning yours truly
versus daring to brave
inclement weather
getting stranded in the process
(possibly becoming gratefully dead)
risking life and limb venturing forth
amidst near whiteout conditions
creating debacle perilous and grave
shoveling snow lest he get buried
he can remain holed up
(in tandem with the missus)
snug as a bug in his mancave.
While nestled inside warm abode for awhile
(at least until temperature upwards doth dial
safely ensconced against elements (of style),
I stopped at metaphoric woods edge
trekking until... for no rhyme nor reason
the poetic metered equivalent,
viz another mile
then stopped for coffee break
burst of energy gave me cause to smile
fording imponderable stream of consciousness
impossible (airy) mission to dodge regarding
aforesaid daunting task to craft worthwhile
poetic endeavor to entertain anonymous readers
gleaning how one bard (with his shaky spear)
evokes fiction being snowbound
as if cast adrift within Siberian exile.
Straightaway I continue writing askew
aware how literary trademark modality
characteristic of Matthew
unwittingly indelibly embedded
analous to mine Caucasian
versus swarthy melanin hue
man automatically confers eligibility granting
innumerable known mighty opportunities
(privileged skin color - how unfair)
bigoted prejudices shade those,
either hashtagged as black, brown
naturally copper toned gentile and/or Jew.
Categories:
midpoint, america, fate, february, hero,
Form:
Free verse
I’ve hit a bit of a plateau;
the weight is now coming off slow.
It’s not that I’m lazy;
it’s just kinda crazy
thinking I’ve got ten more pounds to go!
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Can't complain - it has gone really much better than expected! Weighed 249 on October 26th, and weight 212.5 this morning. The goal weight is 202, the midpoint of the "normal" BMI range for a 6'6" person...
Categories:
midpoint, health, thanksgiving,
Form:
Limerick
fRaGmEnTs
landed HERE
in time for
the twilight of
life
…where
percussive villains
perform on
a global stage
as glowing slime
slithers
through one
mendacious midpoint
at a time &
earth's spectacles
observe
obscene pentacles
grind down
fragmented souls
battling blustery trolls
blowing ghoulish gusts
amidst charming
charmonia
dancing
the
cha-cha-cha
on a shipwreck
shouting...
OFF->TO->THE->RACES-->
going off
the Rails
in an utterly unforgiving
tunnel
leading to
untimely
ter
mi
na
tion
Categories:
midpoint, dark, death, humorous, society,
Form:
Free verse