Best Moodiness Poems
A hot and humid day floats merrily on the seas
As tiny bikinis amble in sandy footprints
And frolic in the motives of soft ocean breeze
Building sand-castle dreams with playful hints
Hazy hues occupy the environs of a blue sky
As pouring rains flood the tapestry on the arc
When hurriedly blue herons lift-up and fly
Escaping before the flash of a thunderous spark
In a floral garden tempt lavender intimations
Where nearing their beehives honeybees swarm
Skipping the ambiance of fiery red carnations
Subdued by sudden outburst of a fleeting storm
Above the horizon now rainbow colors sprout
Glorifying the moodiness of this season's reign--
Gloominess takes its place when sun opts out
As sunshine comes and goes, and so does the rain
The long day cedes to evening, buzzing in the park
And there by the sidewalks pink rose-blooms sway
Charmed by the bird songs in mating calls of lark
As sunset paints ruby tinges upon a golden display
May 12, 2019
HM: Your choice contest by Brian Strand
Categories:
moodiness, summer,
Form:
Quatrain
(These would include the younger brothers of Wounded Thunder,
the character I made up in my previously posted poem).
These were sons of Thunder Storm and “Flower,”
from Wounded Thunder down to Thunder Bolt.
“Bolt” was fast; the touchy one was “Shower.”
And Thunder Struck was somewhat of a dolt.
The cute one pampered by fair Prairie Flower
well-deserved his name of Thunder Squall,
and like another brother Thunder Shower,
got teased, but even louder did he bawl!
Both “Squall” and “Shower” vexed their brother “Cloud,”
for Thunder Cloud by moodiness was led
and always scowled at them for crying out loud!
Great Thunder Head filled everyone with dread,
but the wild son who proved the biggest sap
came home infected. That was Thunder Clap!
Categories:
moodiness, family, funny, , cute,
Form:
Sonnet
mirror cracked
jagged slivers, heart rending
and fierce
asulle moodiness
engulfed by music
from a distant land
a distant time
cd spinning and slicing
cutting and dicing
releasing
rebelling against the dark
against the black eve
of the heart
pulse racing
rush
then stop
cold
redemption is near
the pain
reasoning leaves me
with no reason
to cry
my burden is born
the agony of it's birth
is my salvation
hidden in it's
physical fire
leaves of roho and mint
frozen
still in the morning
as blue as this
Categories:
moodiness,
Form:
Free verse
Where, I wonder, at this late hour,
are the poems that long I've lost?
There must be hundreds. I think of those
I once wrote then put aside that
I might preserve them for a while
then find again to gauge their worth --
change a word, rethink a line --
or, satisfied, simply let them be.
They all reflected "me" as I must have been,
way back then, when I wrote them.
A partial fragment -- a line or two --
pops up in memory to recall to me
who I was -- along with special "friends"
(and more than "friends") -- a time of troubles --
damages I inflicted on myself (and them) --
my moodiness, the walls I built around
me so very long ago. Yet still in my memory
are those "friends". They were all led on and
were all fled from, but are all remembered.
Those lost "verses", now, could occupy, comfort,
and perhaps distract me when innate despair
pervades my all-too-frequent solitary nights.
Categories:
moodiness, anxiety, change, confidence, poems,
Form:
Free verse
True love and frustration,
Songs of my heart,
On being a woman. Why?
I love you. That’s why.
May I? What?
Have more pain?
Please.
I cannot avoid the trigger, I….
Just cannot. Sorry.
Too often, an outbreak,
Of frustration—pleasure--pain,
When I simply cannot
Avoid the trigger. Who?
The trigger is you.
Waving my flag, we both play our part.
“Don’t matter what you do, Little Darlin’
Wave your flag, stomp your feet.”
The trigger, the frustration.
My heartbeat.
Look, everybody makes mistakes.
Pain is a witch’s brew,
No coincidence there,
No bad luck.
So intense. Interesting.
I malfunction.
In several, colorful ways.
What about you? Are you angry?
Self-centered, unforgiving,
Insecure, finding fault.
Can’t recall a single day?
It may hurt, but there is
A new season upon me.
Other people, not always
The problem, sometimes
It is me.
The end result.
Worth it?
Awkward.
Facial expressions,
Feeling special.
Still worth it?
Moodiness, imperfections.
Is that how you see me?
It will not be easy for you.
Blindly I strike back,
The nearer you approach.
Even as I demand it of you.
Irrational, fighting what I seek.
Underneath my mask…weak,
But there, you,
Just might find my love,
Again.
Categories:
moodiness, feelings, forgiveness, heart, introspection,
Form:
Narrative
Extreme moodiness
Rollar coaster ride in hell
Devastates your life
Categories:
moodiness, angst, confusion, depression, health,
Form:
Haiku
I who am stubborn
stir moodiness in with pride
to snap out hurtful retorts
love and forgiveness,
tolerates imperfection
and remains married to me
Categories:
moodiness, family,
Form:
Sedoka
The city still bears traces of the last blizzard,
which came after Christmas Day to amaze all;
snow returns in the form of on old wizard...
performing its magical powers to enthrall.
Traveling on the Brooklyn Bridge so dim...
my moodiness intensifies, feeling more grim;
I can see Manhattan's skyscrapers glittering
on a quite January snowy evening.
Categories:
moodiness, history, nature, seasons, travel,
Form:
Rispetto
"Somewhere there's somebody who looks just like you do
Acts just like you, too, feels the same way
Somewhere there's a person in a faraway place
With a different name and a face that looks like you"
- Edie Brickell, The Wheel.
From the sixth floor of my office, there are three birds sitting on the top of my car. I wonder what they talk about all this time.
The sun sinks down, reclusive from the longer days.
The heat dips lower, slipping into moderate moodiness.
The shadows grow long, longer than my blond hair, which was dyed two months ago. My dark roots are stubborn, still showing.
While I work, a what could be me slips past me. It chirps a polite excuse me, while I make copies.
Glancing down I notice my shoe is untied.
My perfume of tang and green tea lingers one step behind her.
My skin trembles
I feel the air from the polite stranger, turning around I see she is draped in costly clothes. Black from head to toe.
In my mind, my hands grasp at the threads.
They are thin but strong, they do not break.
Grabbing at the chance of making it out of the doors before they shut.
Categories:
moodiness, angst, art, beauty, creation,
Form:
Free verse
So stuck on fastidious thoughts, unable to make these lines rhyme;
it's like ice trapped between mountains cliffs waiting for spring...
can moodiness and dissatisfaction create the perfect poem?
For hours I tackle the unresponsive feeling that's too latent;
the language is languid, not flowing as smoothly as it should...
'till the rising of dawn words will sound lame and escape from my pen.
Categories:
moodiness, fear, loss,
Form:
Sijo
the road to her was not easy
the valleys of her mind were not smooth ones
there were times when love smelled like new suitcases
there were times when hate and its pungency was the freshest scent
however here we still remain wrapped in each others arms
how we can be big kids teasing adult things is beyond me
how we can remove the thorns and clean and bandages all the wounds is not that plain to see
the road to me was not that easy either
the volume of my moodiness brought out the worst in the worst
my loner's mentality was like arrows playing follow the leader with arrows
there were moments when we were plotting murder schemes in our minds
there were moments when we wanted to just jump from some high place ourselves
however here we still remain kissing each other like halloween candy bandits
how what comes next transpires is beyond even the most vivid imagination
how what ultimately becomes the conclusion occurs befuddles even the most genius of a mind
all we know is that we simply love each other
the rest we put in the Healing Hands of God....
Categories:
moodiness, cute love, devotion, sad
Form:
Free verse
Summer turned to fall
leaves change colours
the warmth has left
like warmth of a life
leaving cool weather
a breath of death
like the moodiness of fall
a time of sorrow
news of sadness
death of a monarch
a beloved queen
who reigned supreme
a life given to service
just like seasons close
so ends her reign
God bless our queen.
Categories:
moodiness, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
The water of the lake is murky and induces fright,
no wind from the bleak clouds swoops down on it;
the upward branches of the firs neither sway nor reflect
their image as the night before little past midnight!
It's the nocturnal moment when silence hushes everything, even brief songs;
who can see the eyes of the owls that glow in bushes and trees?
Even the fearful swans stare at them while swimming in throngs;
don't they seek the shimmering light of the stars instead of the dim moonbeams?
A November's midnight stillness brings on an unexpected moodiness...
while walking alone on an unlit path that used to incite the five senses;
all lawns and flowers are covered with thick frost: an early sign of winter's wrath,
and although this night seems more mysterious, it won't stop my foggy breath!
Categories:
moodiness, mystery, november,
Form:
Rhyme
Ain't that
What ah-man
Supposed to do
Treat you right and
Take care of you
Be there
And love you too
Baby
I'll take care of you
Some people believe
In loving the one you're
With
I ain't down on that shift
Making you laugh til
Your moodiness is gone
Maybe it right
Maybe its wrong
Ain't gone change the lyrics
To the song
What you did when we were
There darling act
Like you care
Remember me
I am the one
Who loves you
Remember me I am
The one who adores you
Keep me first and
Far most in your mind
Love is a little more
Than just being kind
Baby
Baby
I will take care
Of you
Categories:
moodiness, relationship, romantic love, sexy,
Form:
Acrostic
Skies cast
a
periwinkle
moodiness
shimmers
eyes full
of
tears
gauze
invade
ankles
feet
scarcely
touched
grass
Dousing
blazes
wearing
scars
as
medallion
&
memories
trophy-like
tell me: love!
do you hurt?
terrible
spirits?
sensitive is love?
or
lovers are!
All stars
perfectly
mellifluence
equinox
nymphs
& fae
party-free
bright
meadows
mystical
fireflies
exclaiming
love
need touch
assuredly
lonely
as
thoughts
& deeds!
Dark
& gloomy
lay
in
dew
waiting
to
undo
constraints
of
firecracker
And
swagger
caught
throwing
heart
in her love fire.
Written: November 09, 2022
1st Place Contest Winner
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Categories:
moodiness, analogy, appreciation, love,
Form:
Other