Best Milder Poems
They know how to press those buttons,
With just a familiar chosen word or two,
How to enrage one's spirit with a tone,
A glance sharp enough to pierce the skin.
A will that screams, I am better than you,
Stronger, louder...how they deftly dominate.
Sometimes a controlled backfire is needed
To control the intensity of growing flames.
A tempest tipped to dissipate, to drown itself
In blending the cold air with welcome warmth
As atmospheres of milder temperatures prevail,
Mildly melding together, creating a balmy breeze.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Note:
Those couples who argue and make up will relate to the metaphors
used in this poem. A definition of *backfire is for those from other countries.
NORTH AMERICAN
*backfire: a fire set intentionally to arrest the progress of an approaching fire by creating a burned area in its path, thus depriving the fire of fuel.
Categories:
milder, anger, feelings, forgiveness, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
Goodbye fellow Poetry Soupers
It’s time to change my ways,
Time to adjust my life for the
Coming longer, milder days.
There are weeds to be pulled,
Seeds to be sown,
Hedges to be clipped,
Grass to be mown,
Walks to be walked,
Friends to be seen,
Places to be revisited,
New places I’ve not been.
Winter sloth is over
Time for life to get back underway
Time again to start achieving
My ten thousand steps a day.
Time to get back more
To the way things have been
Time to spend less hours
Before an Apple monitor screen.
So, goodbye fellow , Soupers,
I've really enjoyed my stay
But all things in time must end.
It's time for me to be on my way.
Categories:
milder, farewell,
Form:
Rhyme
High above, the storm grows bizarre
O maddened sea , rattling the mast;
My fate near water’s edge, aghast
A life shuffling as night is cast
All dim except one single star.
Through smog, a fair siren appears
Long the tresses, eyes made of green,
Rising to meet tempest’s bloodstream
In her lash, a shipwreck redeemed;
Calming my fright among hazed tears.
Ahead I lay on shoreline’s eaves
The buoyant glide of milder waves,
Softens with the nymph's hushed octaves
That even rough typhoon behaves;
As she coasts along, then leaves.
I wake to feel a heady scent
Lips tasting salt of restful night,
Upon dreamscape, snapshots delight
Till misty air grabs fancy’s flight;
Yet, her mystique leaves me incensed.
Contest: Your Best Poem #2
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Envelope Quintet Form Rhyme Scheme: a.b.b.b.a
5/5/2013
Categories:
milder, adventure, dream, mystery,
Form:
Rhyme
Star-crossed lovers? Not even close
The two were brought together at first sight, it seemed no future
Came from different families. One with an alcoholic mother. The other, never even saw a glimpse of his father.
The tale of two, both had only one pursue.
The feeling of gentle, soft, light, addictive emotion.
None had no clear dreams of tomorrow.
The nights are filled with courtship, a chase to impress the other.
One moment hot, one moment cold, the rest, just right.
Like a ripping mango, once green, now grew shades of yellow.
The days came, after one another. Filled with tears both of melancholy and joy.
Trials after trials, the tests made them tougher, stronger, milder.
Fights came about, shouts, screams, pure disaster.
Struggles were like winter. A way to make them closer, together, sharing warm laughter.
From there, the fruit of their shared endeavors resulted in four successors.
Each one varies, much like the seasons.
Yet all dream of creating presents to give to their creators.
Time ages all. Time heals it all. Time makes it all.
The two continues to smile together.
Reminiscing the past, revisiting memories that lasts.
They both continue to live, only to paint a better picture.
Time creates it all. Time tells it all. Time knows it all.
When will the two fall? When will it all dull?
Together, the two will awaken, the two will never be broken, the two will happen.
Categories:
milder, life, love, poems, seasons,
Form:
From cracks above, lightning explodes
A deranged sea rattling the mast;
Hanging on between life and doom
My fate near water’s rim, harassed
When darkness hides the palest star.
Just then, a silhouette appears
Long the tresses, eyes deeply creamed
Ready to meet the tempest’s dare…
In one bolt, a ship wreck redeemed
Calming the dread upon my face.
Against a current's dauntless reel,
The buoyant glide of milder waves
Recedes through siren’s drawl that lures,
That an angry gust now behaves
As she steers me ashore, then leaves.
I wake to feel a heady scent
Recalling tastes of Galene’s night,
Until dream-catcher’s web unfolds
To snap me back from fancy’s flight…
Yet in my head, her mystique heaves.
...........
Rob Carmack's Dream Contest
4/23/2015
Galene—Greek goddess of calm seas
Categories:
milder, fantasy, myth, sea,
Form:
Rhyme
Wanton Willows weave athwart the weir
Wishing all the while wilful to wind
Their winsome wands that whelm and win
The restive writhing watery way
Meandering in moonlit mazy motion
Then moving on in misty morning mood
The river runs by reed and grassy mead
Where wily waders’ stalk in stealth concealed
The stream now slows tween sandy sides
With susurrating sound surround
As silvery strains speak of the sea
And flow transforms to estuary
Breakers brash now beat the brook
Unbinding bounds of broadening bay
And memories now melt of milder motion
The River to be merged with mighty ocean
Categories:
milder, nature,
Form:
Alliteration
Marmite or Vegemite, which is the best?
If you dont know then you won't pass the test
One is a milder and lighter brown paste
While the other is darker with a meatier taste
So if you've not tried them please give them a go
Or ask Deb or Tom and they'll let you know ;-)
Dedicated to Tom Cunningham (Sir Tom's Marmite Army) and to Deb M (The Queen of the Kingdom of Vegemite)
Categories:
milder, dedication, food, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
Gather 'round me, my dears,
I'll continue the tale
Of a princess and her pirate lover.
Of her crown unencumbered,
They pillaged and plundered
As they wandered the seven seas over.
Crimes maritime were elating
And invigorating
'til Jack noticed a bulge in her tummy.
The princess first was offended,
But then she comprehended
He would soon be a dad, she a mommy.
Two months later, one morn,
Daphne's baby was born,
She said, "Time to rethink our position.
If we stay here, our child
Will grow wicked and wild,
We must provide better, milder conditions."
Jack's crew were confused
When he told them the news,
All they knew how to do was be pirates.
None of them had a dime,
And all too far past their prime
To go home and move in with their parents.
Jack chuckled and chided,
Their fears he derided,
And then much to their mirth and enjoyment,
He said, "We'll start a new industry
That sells hospitality
And offers year-round and seasonal employment."
Do you remember the king?
That mean, stingy old thing
Died alone in his big empty palace.
But before his reign ended,
His will was amended,
And Princess Daphne inherited alles.
She thought the place would work well
As a swanky hotel
Or a posh B&B just for pirates.
But Mad Jack and his gang
Were arraigned and then hanged,
They should have kept their retirement more private.
And thus, dear ladies and dudes,
My narration concludes
About Daphne's and Jack's days of glory.
She turned her dad's mausoleum
Into a pirate museum
And made a killing, some say,
Conducting tours every day
For visitors who'd pay
To hear a pirating princess' story.
Categories:
milder, adventure, humor, princess,
Form:
Light Verse
I
The rain came without rainbows
She walked between the raindrops
The sun, even in Fall, warms all over
No crimson & gold leaves over tops
Of local mountains, but fruit all Year!
Be there clouds, mustard seed faith grows
II
The milder African winters, not for him
He had not traveled abroad - bad & good
White cattle herons, always delighting
With aerial acrobatics, done getting food
Like paper kites dressed in snow, hovering
At twilight over the lake, their lives coloring
Categories:
milder, africa, bird, butterfly, courage,
Form:
Free verse
It is gratifying that,
Words still have simpler forms,
And feelings still have milder versions.
That seasons still change,
And I get to soak up the sun everyday.
How I know,things most don't,
And jauntily skip the world that don't recognize me.
How I can love,
And know my heart's bigger,
my sky's bigger,
my smile's bigger,
Than those petty bundles of flesh and bones will ever know
The world for me isn't just a place,
It's a mother's love,
A young girl's dreams,
A dead man's wish to be reminisced,
Sweet summer breeze,
A bouquet of tulips,
A child's curiosity,
Not merely a story,an allegory.
Categories:
milder, allegory, angel,
Form:
Free verse
Vehicles, muscled cars were built, to be fast;
creatures of iron and steel;
the wildest beasts.
In the day of manufactured power, Lynx and Jaguar raced; thunderbirds flew low to ground with wings,
as fast as, a road runner.
The mighty Chevy of “57” dreams;
leant compassions ear to young Edsel,
when he failed his popularity test.
Lightening swift, these darts did fly;
racing down, route “66” back then,
the pride supported its own.
Metal, mega-mammals, like all others;
live and die their last wheeze and cough,
recorded by the crusher.
Those who signed away body parts;
the donors left a re-built legacy.
Beautiful and powerful, as their ancestors;
legacy lives on but, route “66” is a much milder path.
In Heaven’s showroom;
lion and lamb lie, side-by-side;
these are the souls of the metal mammals.
Categories:
milder, appreciation, art, beautiful, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
Here is a poem requested on my Instagram account daisymeadows2023. Autumn was the topic chosen by bunnersgram.
AUTUMN GIRL FOREVER
I am an Autumn girl forever,
Autumn, I always wish to see,
Even in the milder weather.
The trees put on their Autumn clothes,
Bright orange and red flames on the leaves,
Golden yellow hues glows.
It's such a beautiful site.
There's whispers of the breeze gently blows,
The changing of the seasons,
Create such a beautiful show!
Astounding nature in Autumn,
So mesmerising to go and explore,
The days still warm enough and light nights
Days like these, I wish for more!
The beautiful colours of Autumn all around,
The wonderful hues of the leaves,
Conkers and acorns, I have found.
Whenever Autumn is upon us,
Stop for a minute and remember me,
I am the Autumn girl forever,
I will remain in Autumn,
Because that's where I want to be!
Categories:
milder, autumn, nature, seasons, weather,
Form:
Rhyme
I used to claim, I'm just getting old til
a friend said, "no, seasoned", with a gentle scold.
It does sound better. I must admit, but am still
pondering which spices fit?
Was I seasoned by the sea with its salty air?
Am I spiced by my anger which at times flares?
Was I peppered by my individual journey, and all
of those people who influenced me?
Are those milder spices acquired with time, like
a touch of coriander, or a pinch of thyme?
I'm hoping to acquire a taste for sage as I
could certainly use some at this ripe old age.
Categories:
milder, age,
Form:
Light Verse
The last snow of winter
blown by the wind
bares the gray
of branches to the sun
pregnant with buds.
Is it spring?
Testing spring
torpid from the winter
sleepy tiny buds
hesitant of the wind
search for the sun
between stalks of gray
A flash of red among the gray
a robin singing spring
drinking the sun
snow melt of winter
unfettered by the wind
shaking the buds
Softens around the buds
warmed by the sun
the frozen clay of winter
helped by the gray
showering clouds of spring
and milder wind
With gentler wind
and warming sun
the colors of spring
unfold in the opening buds
after the long gray
days of winter
Good-bye winter winds
Gray days without sun
Hello new buds of festive spring
First place winner: Brian Strand-Premier Choice No 1188
First Place Winner: Brian Strand-All Yours-2/19/21
Categories:
milder, spring,
Form:
Sestina
Silhouette of trees dressed in chiffon prints
Oaks, pines, maples flushing their hair
I trail along their rumba curve
Way down to where young bushes nestle
Above gentle sail of Charles River
crossing a moat...slowly, foliage begins to drop
thin leaves in nearness of autumn’s embrace,
As more shredded timber follow in graceful float
Where mauve petals kiss the air.
The bronzing of glens and wheezing of mist
Reach a final close of summer fire,
Cluster of moments drape veined trunks
With sniffs of earthy scent, reminding me
How lush the branches swell against heat
Of August ‘s coals when two pairs of arms
Coated the moon with paint of reveries,
Fresh the meeting of palms fondling the barks
In a fleeting sketch of romance, and then,
Like a drift of frail boughs in milder rumba dips,
Trees hold sepia charades, until....
Categories:
milder, memory, tree,
Form:
Free verse