Best Origami Poems
Cast him not in bronze,
Nor sculpt in pottery clay,
Lay down the chisel
Where the marble bust holds sway.
Better to fold paper
In the Origami play,
So when fame has died,
He can quickly blow away.
Moments of meditative serenity
Crimping pleating floral white hybrid washi
Shaping and triangulating dainty folds
Stringing vertex wings of freedom symmetry
Garland of classic crane origami
Wishing long happy peaceful life
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
A forehead wrinkles
at the pounding of water from the sky
It kind of wishes that
it could d
r
o
w
n out
thoughts and feelings
but it only serves
to m a g n i f y them
background droll music
to an overthinker's mundane life
a fold here,
a crease there
origami wings
that are limp,
drenched
looking pretty lonely and pathetic
under, that, crying, sky, , , ,
, , , ,
Origami leaf,
Glides toward a nest of leaves:
Mimicking the birds.
frugal one squeeze roll
toothpaste tube last fate fold love-
your origami
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A wind came along, and we were set free
away from two places, where we used to be.....
Circling and settling, folding over and over again,
until the shape we once knew, was made into new
Origami stars, one sun, one moon, one world
Where outside, looking in, eyes can't see where we connect;
Built to be strong, but light as the air
Built to face winds, and that tumble and tear
With strength to face night when dark stays too long
Never will we understand the shifts and strains of wayward winds
that whirl, and rattle and open fate's own door
The knowing why is not what counts, what matters deeply more...
is when I reach my hand to touch this vaporous thing...
it is too impossible to define
Mortal words cannot explain, .......... nothing to see, nothing to touch,
just the faint breath of us
A truth, not myth....that final sleep cannot erase....
So sure this breath of life we share
is reason enough, that we are here
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sitting at the table
making origami birds
with empty foster labels
untold are his words
she floats onto the dance floor
like the awakening of a dream
a single stitch in time
a moment in a need
she turns her smile upon him
a glimmer in the moon
holds her hand out to him
a hush falls on the room
he folds the last seam on the wing
the edge is good and tight
they step onto the balcony
sending origami birds to flight
Folds of paper edges in shape
delicate tales of intricate drape
thousand beautiful Origami cranes
holding hearts in wedlock chains
a crescent moon, no lines or creases
crumpled papers ...in bits and pieces
Origami tigress...
orange sun ribbons painting
gently rising ribs,
You sleep like a smiling cherub
in the silky orange nape of noon.
Under a lavender moon
unfolding- arising
sashaying my cobblestone dreams
of a million carnal pinwheels.
A playful smack to the flank
brings me to your sweetened stream.
A black-fanged bite to the soul
and I'm forever yours...
Origami tigress.
god's origami
different universes
we color papers
Forlorn love letter
Posted by crestfallen heart
Paper full of pain
Origami crafted boat
Battled turbulent water.
rice paper
dragonfly
captured
by
the
wings of
the
origami bird
Origami
Sitting quietly chatting sipping
fragrant coffee steaming.
Mind eyes mind's eye, all independently wandering
'let slip' reins dangling.
Peace, as they individually pursue
their individual endings.
Activity, a quorum and a ladder
gather them together,
a 'sale' sign erected in a bookshop window.
Initially eyes observe a dim and watery reflection,
then through glass in feature place
big block letters hold sway,
blue and bold they say,
in a chunky, awkward way,
“ORIGAMI”
Prompted by irony wryness emerges
and as the chosen foreman
collars and kicks thought into gear.
Now, eyes mind and mind's eye
harnessed again do process
the title which represents so much
then the image under the letters.
A space shuttle! In colour in flight,
all in folded paper.
with what do I associate
the pursuit that's here engendered
by word so blue and bold,
in chunky blocks presented?
convey the serene
emulate peace and beauty
quest for perfection
sparse and delicate
nature peeks from artistry
structure and balance
patient creation
thought and silence, reflection
meditation, poise
expressing oneness
shown in harmonious folds
homage and respect
So where lies irony which prompted wryness to action?
A matter of perspective pure for
the thing in living colour flight,
proud beneath the title
sends my thoughts off wandering
down roads altogether different
to quiet contemplation
a space shuttle is excitement!
Noise smoke and fire, risk!
technology subduing nature.
The very atoms screaming, harnessed
in destructive chemical reaction,
to force a cargo up and away
past enveloping atmosphere and gravity,
the protective embrace
of good old mother earth.
Man stands astride the world,
over his conquered foes!
The fish and birds and living things
that move upon the ground.
Apparatus held aloft and waved
science triumphantly brandished!
Gleaming instruments the anathema to
the pollution which has spawned them.
on the cover behind the glass
beneath the sale sign,
Eastern and Western approaches both,
eagerly presented defined,
a polyglutenous combination
of idea-medium-form,
designed to render artistic thought
mere technical reality.
©T.Arnold
cerise love letters precisely folded
affectionately showcased
opaque menagerie
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(C) May 2017
Let us play a game
With my bamboo lips!
My wet-folded,
Scarlet colored mouth.
There’s no math
Required, just the
Essence of your French kiss.
Don’t you worry,
I won’t give you any paper cuts.
Take my lips’ corners
And fold them with
Your love,
Then gently squash them
With your own.
Reach inside their
Centerline,
Till you get the perfect figure!
Hold them down
And tattoo your heart on them,
While you even all
My creases.
At one point you’ll get the moans,
Gently folding them again!
My bamboo lips
Are all that’s needed,
The edges pucker up in kiss!
Repeat the motions
Several times
To ensure my heart is yours!
And there you have it,
My entire splendor,
Captured in my origami lips!
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila