Best Mild Poems
Summer Mild Night
Relax let the breeze of this mild summer night touch your skin,
Close your eyes,
Open your heart and mind
For a time! you make its long
Take deep long breath.
Open your eyes,
To look attentively at the stars in the sky
If it was cloudy, try again.
Eagles hover above shrilling and circling under clouds,
their curved beaks seek prey in the azure lake...
searching and swooping to snatch the Tundra swans
placidly swimming in the waters after daybreak.
The October wind isn't tame and it turns ferocious,
blowing and whistling over the water that riddles;
and maliciously insane, it speeds up to spread chaos...
bending trees, creating a chill that a small robin fears.
Twigs and branches are carried far and abruptly collide
with fragile umbrellas held by strong hands to minimize
damage, but leaves and dust get in everyone's eyes;
they burn and drip with tears, folks can't compromise.
The Great Lawns is swarmed with ugly debris that angers
teams who want to play baseball and enjoy their Sunday;
and standing and waiting for calm, nervousness increases
showing fits of anger, lifting their arms to curse their day.
The wild October wind still blows and howls, fooling and infuriating
the sad boys who planned another day of fun in Central Park;
and resembling trembling larks, on their calendar they mark
a Fall noon gone bad, the mad boy drops his bat and starts crying.
Without further ado
i offer my literary missives anew
fur ye to ponder and brew
from meister mwm of his motley crue,
whom dwells in a nada very complex edifice
which numb burr oof offspring equals deux
whereby this spouse i.e me kind of resembles an emu
whence money a edified reader considers
dis goy wit sum brain cells 2 few
chomped on by an carnivorous elder gnu
and said two female progeny sired
from one ova plus super seminal glue
swimming swiftly via viscous hue
genetic heritage comprised predominantly Jew
with one late uncle lou
who himself a milch cow and frequently did moo
which found me to rue
what comprises reality to be true
that all humans originated from the primate zoo.
*****Sapiens Sale hums lot
witnessed vicious thermal winds that blew
thick mass of cremated ashes
across rubble strewn,
and severely cratered landscape!
The devil made mince meat
as like one huge lumbering ogre
and grim reaper
rolled up into one
not so jolly green giant did slay
good will to all men,
and spat out pox with an emphatic nay
triumphing over godly salvation
using eponymous accursed pitchfork
made merry and rolled in the hay
simultaneously sneering out in delight
at wanton death and decay
whereby civilization forever mutilated
perforated said spindled
and inappropriately sensually fondled
world wide web structure
where once proud arm strong spikes radiated
now sundered in total chaotic disarray!
Sunrays turned so mild
Having crossed the barrier
Of dense and dark clouds
The humble soul has self respect
Treat others how you would choose be treated
The apple falls from the tree
for you to take freely - the tree giving
There is a courteous respect
when you look to another - inferior to those around you
holding yourself in lesser importance
and not centred on self
Sleep, sleep my darling, sleep my fair child
Sleep my fair child, dream your dreams
Dream your dreams of thundering waves so wild
Waves so wild, all the while sunlight beams
Sunlight beams, plays, and lights up your hair
Lights up your hair, your ringlets of gold
Your ringlets of gold, so sunnily fair
Sunnily fair is your smile to behold
Smile to behold lingers soft in your sleep
Sleep, sleep my darling, may dreams be so mild
May dreams be so mild, sleep, sleep deep
***
Wishing you goodnight from hospital, see you on Friday :)
March 15, 2017
© Darren White
Some forests never fear the fury of March bending a tree,
their Redwoods and Giant Sequoias provide good shelter
from winds and storms that occasionally begin at sea;
in this woodland, the wood thrush and the blue warbler
have made their home and they're happy to see a wanderer...
when night descends all sounds are muffled by the loud cooing
of owls with fluorescent eyes that scare the black and gray crows;
they keep on watching the faint shadows similar to fog rising.
In the depths of the densest forest stands a brown limestone hut,
where the white-bearded keeper carries his Michigan ax to cut
wood for the evening fire to keep hungry bears and wolves away;
he searches for sweet blueberries and raspberries walking slowly,
he finds some ripe papaws he'll roast with a tender yellow perch
he caught in a small pound by the shade of a reddish-brown birch.
I met pale-faced Tom two summers ago, we bumped into each other
on a winding trail that led to an open meadow wilder and greener
than the ones turned arid from intense sunlight with a straight line;
he complained about his loneliness and the longing for sunshine.
" Stop by anytime, I can share my adventures gladly, you can write them
as the hunting images take me back to the days when I steered the helm
of a ship with agile hands into the turbulent oceans testing my strength:
I was called captain brave, not born in an age of such fragility and dearth. "
And Tom went on with his long and exciting narrative, I listened...
somehow embodying his intrepid spirit, " Look at your surroundings,
Nature is so generous, it offers us wonderful gifts and teaches us grit;
if we obey its laws, it won't turn against us, and under these shady trees
that protect me as they always do: I expect no frigid days, only mild days. "
Tom glanced at the cloudless sky of noon; it made him happy, not sad. "
Mild wind touches my hair from the back in a ponytail.
I removed the tie then start flying.
The wind of Putrajaya sisshing in air
Beneath the silence,
The country's flag swinging near the lake-river,
Upon it’s a proud being.
Looking at the bridge I am seeing,
It is like a flower in the middle morning.
The tourists of different nations here coming,
Taking Cruise Tasik roaming around the lake,
The man was making.
I also can see the palace of the king,
The state Selangor flag is also flying.
I love you lake. Layag Sug!
With Asree Sug. He is doing the caricature here.
Warm
April
winds scatter
wicks left by winter...
snow melts revealing barren soil.
Spring
is late
awakening
impatience in me...
to kiss Lucy on lush meadows.
Voices
with sweet
whispers rise
to the dazzling clouds....
anticipating more mild days.
Copyright ( c ) 20015 by Andrew Crisci
I never understood
the 'Call of the Wild'
Give me an easy-chair
~ weather sunny and mild
mild mannered person
becomes bold with bottled brew
liquid courage
She was always meek and mild
Mannered… like a smile
Filling up the room with pleasure
Gentle faith and quiet joy
Inspiring hearts to listen to the One
Who speaks in the stillness
And lights up the entire heart
With beauty so alive
It pours hope through the soul
Silences the busyness
Colors the air in hues of brilliance
She whispered to the mind
Who echoed her delight
In creativity and revelation
Music in notes of appreciation
Kindness falls from her pores
As she faces the weary
Thoughts of despair, in prayer
For the grace to face
Every moment of bleakness
With mercy and thanksgiving
She calms the stormy emotions
Tones of warmth on the surface
Of cool, clear thoughts
A wandering imagination, expectations
Living amid the stardust hopes
Enchanting passions
With knees bent to pray
Leaving darkness and dread
Falling in the shadows
Penetrating the intimate rays
Of laughing sunshine
She delights in the truth
Welcomes the music of courage
Strengthening the composure
Of the heart who knows her
Sees her goodness, her godliness
Beauty mesmerizing, bright
Desires playing with the edges
With a caress, embracing
The details of her love, her praise
Her abundant, believing, faith
She is the hint of splendor
Amid the dead leaves in Autumn
Falling gracefully, lightly
Over a bed of wildflowers in vibrant
Rich blushes of lilac and rose
Healing hearts with tangerine dreams
And crimson ideas, themes
Born on the moments of Spring
Lifting away the dry, arid sarcasm
Of a Summer drought, the way
Some other woman might weep
When the Fall gives way to white peaks
Her heart and soul make me know
Love like this is beyond words
It is light and laughter and living
It is grace and glory and giving
It is the answer to a solemn prayer
It lifts the melancholy whispers
Of glossy tears, fears that come
From the heart who listens to worry
And never knows the certainty
God is there forever, eternally
Giving His love to those who know
He is the One we’re living for!
This last day of February two thousand nineteen
Southeastern Montgomery County, Pennsylvania
unlikely to be inundated with heavy snowy scene
methinks buds will burst early issuing royal green
carpeting landscape, sans expert architects queen
"Mother Nature" commences to baptize spilling
purity, sans cerulean bajillion year celestial tureen
while refulgent solar beams massage tender shoots
thawing frozen earth, where frigid cold icy sheen
hermetically sealed, asper horizontal frozen wall,
when skaters waltzed stealing lovers kisses unseen
soon melted pools of water all a buzz with feeding
Gabriel trumpeting "NON FAKE" arrival herculean
powers unleashed since time immemorial worship,
and/or sacrifices made to deities of webbed skein
viz, animal and/or plant wide world rejoicing when
harvest yielded cornucopia primitive, yet overkeen
superstitious scattered bands of hominids plentitude
linkedin to sugar daddy's favorite colored jellybean
benediction rituals also included pagan dispensing
prayers believing obeisance necessitated cyclopean
appeasement lest death and destruction would rain
purple pearl drop monsoon, traced to angry spirits
subsequently drowning helpless prehistoric hygiene
cleansed *****sapiens ancestors possessing gene
and chromosomes latent within dormant flora lean
fauna coming alive with the scent of fragrant bouquet
while the hills burst with creativity healthy panacean
liberating tentative "cabin fever" wrought by polar
vortex, the spell of warm weather, a respite sunscreen
applied to ward off deadly ultraviolet solar radiations
something in magnitude bajillion extinctions obscene
spate of lost species as seasons greetings witness hot
untenable global warming affecting every calm serene
nook and cranny incumbent to relish approximately
twelve weeks of cold temperatures sipping my ovaltine
recollected from boyhood, when snowfall covered roofs
tops inconveniencing Rudolph, and his deer friends a teen
nee bit, and school cancellation required state requirement
resulting summer vacation shelving reading Pygmalion
for Shaw!
Dastardly the deviant demon
has been depressed and despondent.
Despite that, downstairs in his dank dungeon,
he decisively decided,
to devise a despicable design.
Departing from his dreary and dingy dwelling
with death and destruction drifting
through his deformed dome,
Dastardly drudged into the dire
decaying desert during the dismal day.
The determined and dangerously daring
Dastardly discovered the darling dame Daisy
in discerning distress-- deprived and desolate.
He didn’t dilly-dally with deficient details,
but dragged Daisy into his deplorable domicile.
Dizzy with delight, the dear dim dame
debated about her date with the dashing devil.
Dastardly disputed this deal and destroyed
her doomed desire, as droplets of her demise
dripped down from his daunting deep dagger.
The dying dame was dunked in his delicious drink
like a delectable drip-dropping donut
and directly, Dame Daisy was definitely dead.
And while demons don’t drown in drool,
Dastardly did-- and drove Daisy into deathless damnation.
*I wrote this poem on April 8, 2021, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ challenge. This was day 8 and the prompt was: Write a poem with alliteration. Here was what I came up with.
It's been a mild winter;
grateful for this
in a light jacket
I feel unwrapped early
less encumbered
sniffing the air
like a bear
leaving her den
no cubs though
too old for that,
and have grown
far too wise
not to fear
the responsibility
of loving....