Best Onrush Poems
Bamboo Tree
26 February 2012
Evergreen tree-like green herbage
Abounding woody stems travelling upwards
In a flick, moments-of-memory refuse to cede
At the sound of rustling leaves, pay off a reverie
Pliant in face of neither storms nor monsoons
It just sways and bends but never lose its elegance
Misty outside and leafing out to commune
Submissive to nature’s onrush by its restless dance
As the wind blows in every direction
Unmindful are we to disregard nature’s course
God’s invitation to see and listen into its perfection
On how each sight and sound heal one’s scarce
Bamboo nodes strengthen its stem
Each step is a faint for its humble growth
Interaction – a never dying language for ecosystem
Find comfort to its shadows as a token of troth
Not built for eternity but new shoots will replace
To repeat its vow to shed green leaves to procreate
An inseparable companion to give refuge and embrace
For all passing guests finding a way to relate
Noel N. Villarosa
Categories:
onrush, green, inspirational, life, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
The Student
As I strolled upon the green
and take in the breathtaking view of the front lawn
the onrush of winter geese take on the horizon,
waking me to my senses.
The silent roar of two lions guard the entrance
the entrance that now greets me from the summer sun as I
and my companion visit the house.
Beneath the opening arch,
the European marble beckons like wishing wells
In an open spring off in the distant countryside somewhere
and I am swaying to and fro in the
summer wind.
The sheer scale of the voyeur overwhelms the senses,
our eyes filled with sixteenth century tapestries and
seventeenth century bronze sculptures
paralleling Rome, Italy, and France.
At my right, the chess set of an imperial Frenchmen lay,
the pawns standing defiant for battle,
yet, unmoved they remain as I pass this way.
At my left, a library waits, and I--a deliberate reader--
stand in stupor at the sheer size of the Vanderbilt library
--my hands, restrained holding back, to read
every book the family ever read.
I am fascinated at the four-acre facade of American wealth, yet.
I can say not a word at this engaging portrait of nineteenth century life that now lays before
me.
But gone are the days
when you could sit and read all day
--as in the nineteenth century voyeur or library,
they say.
Gone are the days
when the outdoors beckoned the silent look
of two players at a game of chess.
Only the memory stands ready, as a friend,
just as the knight's of Vanderbilt's castle stand guard
at the foot of his staircase I climb
now trembling for words.
Only it can retrieve these lost fragments
of a poet's fragile mind, these books,
as I sit on a visit of its estate
composing a few lines.
Categories:
onrush, adventureme,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Your touch on my body
Saw an ocean in a drop
Couldn’t check onrush
Categories:
onrush, nature,
Form:
Haiku
A tempest of brute force whips the coastline
Where boats and seafarers howl for dire plea;
Unshaken, I guard with strength to disarm
The lash of tide’s wrath… my tower, a marquee.
Though brazen crests dart like slithering mesh
As Night Keeper, rays glint to face storm’s dare
Protecting tender lives, their hopes on edge
Upon roughened waves, my lights flash, “Beware!”
Infusing more ardor till an onrush calms
Heaven’s stars glitter while ships haul the net;
Where from the ridge, my safe harbor appears
On easel of bright air, a task well met!
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Contest: Eve Roper’s Sentinel Quatrain
4/14/2016
Categories:
onrush, care, house, light, strength,
Form:
Quatrain
Witches three and cauldron black
Of spells and charms there be no lack
At dark woods edge upon a bleak height
Stoking the fire in the oncoming night
Gray is the sky
black tree branches bare
they sway, creak and crack
nought else but a howling wind there
Wolfsbane, thistle, coryander, and brine
Only heaven knows what
these three have in mind
Eerie recitations, incantations and rhyme
nought else to add
save more stirring and thyme
Witches three and cauldron black
Spirits roam! No turning back!
At dark woods edge upon that dreary height
Fanning the flames in the onrush of night
Categories:
onrush, holiday, imagination, mystery, dark,
Form:
Free verse
Outside my window
cars are rushing by
Inside my window
life is rushing by
Vote for eternity!
Let the savage howls
of the multitude
fade in your mind
Now is the time
for you to escape
I'll join you
we'll need a getaway car
and a heavy sense of peace
I believe we can
journey to a better place
if we join hands
before dawn breaks
we'll have escaped
the onrush of time
Learn to live peacefully
blissfully unaware of
the world's troubles
Seeking shelter from the storm
we'll find the perfect spot
Somewhere in the distance
Eternity road beckons
Let's not be too late
to answer its call
Categories:
onrush, life, timetime,
Form:
Lyric
Villanelle : On listening to Al Di Meola, John McLaughlin and Paco de Lucia Concert - June 12, 1980
Tico Tico swallows tumbling in the frisky air
Round and round in Rondenôs whisk sparrows
Paco aloof in Andauzian tempo Malaguena rare
Piroueting incisive onrush cascades bare
No strings wave upon wave in strict sweeping rows
Tico Tico swallows tumbling in the frisky air
John abeting Al to shake free from Camaron dare
The tsunami shaking out of the Devil's maws
Paco aloof in Andaluzian tempo Malaguena rare
All argumentative cursing beginning no-where
Irascible abrasive rabid racy tune soars
Tico Tico swallows tumbling in the frisky air
Torrential currents let John loose in manic scare
That Al contests entraps in torrid lassoes
Paco aloof in Andaluzian tempo Malaguena rare
This salmagundi of virtuoso notes snare
One and all from the caverns of Sleepy Hollows
Tico Tico swallows tumbling in the frisky air
Paco aloof in Andaluzian tempo Malaguena rare
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2018
Categories:
onrush, appreciation, art, eulogy, inspirational,
Form:
Villanelle
Time, Cuts Like A Knife
Would I perish in this onrush of racing time
if so would that be a gentle mercy or a crime
Dying one travels a sad mystery called Death
should one fight death until that last breath
Is love truly the fullfillment of the great Law
or just a futile recording of all that we saw
Hush and a sweet wind will grace your life
wash away the worries and constant strife
Sleep well from exhaustion as a faithful goal
satisfaction that greatly enhances the Soul
Fill your life with many very worthwhile deeds
sow goodness with many compassionate seeds
All things are temporary in this very short life
time awaits no man while it cuts like a knife
R.J. Lindley
11/23/1983
Categories:
onrush, emotions, future, growth, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
Our beings are highly sensual
Our bodies highly sexual
We thrive for the sensation
Of our ultimate exaltation
Our bodies are electrified
Our sense of touch will guide
Over flesh covered with goose bumps
As our blood quickly pumps
Our breathing gets heavy
As an onrush of feelings destroy the levy
A levy that was built to protect
Our spirits from harm and disrespect
Our bodies come together
With the feel of soft, supple leather
The taste of sweetness on your tongue
This moment keeps us forever young
We have created immense heat
As our bodies accept defeat
Our lovemaking has come to an end
You are my soul mate and best friend.
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©copyright Juanita Torr
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Categories:
onrush, love, passion,
Form:
Rhyme
I never been
ocular witness
one of the happiest moments
that I dreamed.
I did never taste
the wine of freedom
that I knead in my cellars.
And the river goes down onrush,
in order to sweep
this litter life.
So here I am
At the bank of Acherons
grin and bear it
as in a bus station.
The system
is doping me with money.
My friends
promise me a sunny day.
And I want
the future now!
Categories:
onrush, art, inspirational, life, passion,
Form:
Lyric
billowing waters
caused by winds sudden onrush
electric surges
Tribute To The Sea
Categories:
onrush, dedication, history, imagination, inspirational,
Form:
Haiku
Deep ravines of the land
mirror the deep ravines
inside us all
Canyons where the remnants
of past ages
can be seen
They have left their mark in stone
Another age
Another time
When things were
vastly different
then
they
are
today
Readers of this poem
Remember the words of Pythagoras
"Time is the stream I go fishing in"
We cannot halt the onrush of the years
The vast ravines within and without
will have their say
"This too shall pass" -
words of comfort from the great King Solomon
can help us on our way
to eternity
Categories:
onrush, bible, time,
Form:
Didactic
"I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy." Sylvia Plath
Stroll with me via the alluring woodland scenery!
To marvel at the planet's lovely wild greenery
We can't wait to relish our aesthetic place.
Listen as God builds an opus space.
Akin to woods and streams were humming.
Opine over the poets wonderful dreaming.
We'll wander through sunlight-lit woodland.
weaving wide canals to brighten clay stands.
In the shade of woods, away from sun's beams.
unleashing our views to grasp nature seems.
making a caring haven for the life there.
To shelter its weak wards from danger to bear.
Warm yourself with the glitter leafy vine.
Visitors come for its brilliant shine.
Colors swirl and slide at an agile pace.
Ember flight from a firebase.
Glow briefly, as they fell to their doom
Instead, we're helping Earth bloom.
It looks alike a barren wasteland.
Amid snow and leaf fall, a tree stands.
Join me for treetop fun and above it all.
Watch how well they slept till nature recall.
Let's board for a walk in the spring forest to reap.
The rush of waking Earth's kids from their sleep.
Strolls amid woods, listen to what you feel
We may decode a signal sent by the wind squeal
To entice a forest, we must enter its soul.
We concurred to wander its extol.
1st place contest winner
Written: April 09, 2023
Writing Challenge - 'S' Words, Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Categories:
onrush, analogy, appreciation, beauty, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Touched by you, I am
Eclipsed:
Wanton, we gather superficially at the
Center of warm flesh,
Decoding one another's fractured forms.
I feel, for all purposes, in a
Self-defeating sense, Desire
Of tidal proportions, an Oceanic
Onrush, only to be drowned in.
"Eclipse"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith
Categories:
onrush, allegory, history, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
THE DOGS OF SPRING
Days get menacingly long;
Pristine azure heavens feel the threat
From the sky’s cloud-throng,
Leaving shrunk icicles with wet regret.
Exhausted, the heroic shards of crystal
From blessed winter’s breath
Are dashed to a dripping saliva death.
In the heated onrush of times vernal.
Strength ruined by April,
Glistening bergs in the estuary:
Relent with brutal battery
To become sculptures fragile.
Attrition grows stronger, beyond repair
In the dark spring night.
Respite white becomes rare,
As unleashed dogs bark and bite.
Categories:
onrush, animal, spring,
Form:
Imagism