Best Outpours Poems
October sky, the 1st we celebrate, a seasons heart yearned treasured moment,
Sun rises, new beginnings, Enlightens nature, we seek atonement.
Dawn lights an autumn’s crisp chill, christening fallen leaves of tomorrow,
Decorated front porch memories, earthly heritage, smothered sorrow.
Passes monsoons, thirst quenched foliage, brought on dust storms, summer’s breeze.
Colors dancing, enchanting harvest, Orange golden glows, on resting trees,
Cinnamon sneaks by steaming cider, mulls a spiced aroma essence,
Caramel apple, child’s smile, escapes harvest reminisce.
A wonder inspired walk, a gentle kick to wisp away,
Tree’s blessings, fallen life, decorated memories of yesterday.
Crisp leaves falling, sprinkled mist, dripping dew drops land by chance,
Hearts pitter pattered warmth speaks, provoking sudden dance.
Fawns brook side, a mother’s love, protectant father thru seasons dressing,
Such beauty grace lingers freely, coins free, bestows natures blessing.
Falls door opens, touched hearts so deeply, awakened sober love outpours,
God’s mystique he created goodness, for all of us he adores.
Daylights autumn beauty, followed by nightfall’s tucked in kiss,
A glowing lullaby, we’re put to bed; our harvests moon we’ve greatly missed.
Categories:
outpours, autumn, blessing, inspirational, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Delight in heart
Our eyes are in sight
Despite any height
There is no rules to abide
Just us by each others side
Laughter we seek
in the oblique
Let yourself leak
As
From the heart we click.
Speech like music
and music like silenced words.
So elusive...
Diffusive.
With all the chords
Flows in ears,
Outpours in soul as it cheers,
"Blush on cheeks
Slowly Blinks ...
Leans in
for a kiss,
Soft bliss
and encountered a wordless miss"
In the glimpse
Sweet freeze
Love Rinse
To the grey hair
We won't despair.
RozaliaP.XS
Categories:
outpours, cute love, emotions, faith,
Form:
Free verse
I AM as I AM, free & formless in a domain timeless
In, as & one with & within the sea of Oneness
Dissolved and yet in as ordained, distinct
Pure love awareness in a boundaryless precinct
In, within and in yet as by Oneness ordained
The beingness of love seeking outpouring, now contained
Choicelessly choosing to view Its reflection
In the mirror of duality without any distortion
As so chosen, so began, love benign-ability
Polarity in singularity
Creating sensory movement in duality
Spherical vision confined to timeline linearity
The love absolute
Choicelessly resolute
Now within a living body of perfection
Matter manifest as divine vibration
The pure love outpouring
Within body of lower vibration anchoring
Prismatic refraction of ephemerality bemusing
Anchors of grossness to the vehicle of form alluring
Love then, looking at its reflection
Within in-form consciousness, seeing a contortion
Observes that the transient life of the vehicle of imagination
Within duality, is oblivious of its own divinic origin
Linear time then slowly turns
Hypnotically, inexorably churns
The wheel of illusion
Trapping consciousness in mayic delusion
Love being love, yet outpours its nectar
Dispersing magnetically across all vectors
But duality being the zone so choicelessly chosen
The same free will of consciousness keeps its ascension frozen
Yet love being one and consciousness being porous
In timeless time nodes within form, all being love, sing in chorus
Engage in a rhythmic dance synchronous in timeless being-ness
As of resonation to the vibration of the That Oneness
In, within, in-form & formless stillness
Categories:
outpours, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Demonic desires, dark, feral
Seek objects to possess
True love outpours, it’s touch plural
All’s but God consciousness
Go with love, not with lust
In God alone we trust
For what’s body but dust
Ego urge stokes fires
Demonic desires
15-February-2022
Categories:
outpours, desire, god, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Memorial Day Tribute
Memories of the Men and Women, who served,
Emotional tributes so well deserved.
Moments of solitude with thoughts preserved,
Outpours of love so vividly observed.
Revolutions of dangers you so bravely swerved,
Inhibitions and fears suppressed and reserved.
Always ready to protect, even the undeserved,
Loyal to a fault, with energy conserved.
Dedication and valor are the pins you ware,
Attributes of service, loyalty beyond compare.
Your selfless acts of duty, always remembered through prayer!
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 5/30/16
Categories:
outpours, appreciation, celebration, dedication, freedom,
Form:
Acrostic
I wrap lovingly my arms around you…
Listen to my heartbeat and in my Divine Love no more feeling blue
Over and over again I say that I care unconditionally for you
View in and out my unfolding love… its beauty outpours like a torrent of rain
Everyday, I hold you. I’m your strength in trials and in pain
You are always and forever so precious in my sight
On tempest of life, I will always be at your side
Uplifting your spirit: I will make the sun shines so bright
Exhale your doubts as I do my part
Take my hands and walk with me with all your heart
Exhilarate as you head on to the fulfillment of your dreams
Resuscitate your crumbled hope
Nestle in my loving arms while I relentlessly sing you the untiring hymn
Always keep in mind that you are forever my dearest one
Let my love set ablaze in you and keep our strongest bond
Loving you eternally, I do acclaim
You and only you: deep in my heart, you are a boundless fame
Jesus Christ
Aug 4,2014 9.20pm
Copyright2014Leonora Galinta
-not for a contest-
Categories:
outpours, inspirational,
Form:
Acrostic
Silently bathed in avocado,
you soaked in the fragrance of a blanket
At midday, crunched your teeth
into something sweet and yellow,
no flower still no pretty petal;
I’ll make our evening coffee, I’ll make amoretto.
Why is it you liked amaretto
so much? As if the melted avocados
weren’t enough, to stare at petals
in the dark, stained blanket
etherized beneath a star shine yellow
Stare, as I stare at the white crevice: your teeth
that are your smile, your teeth
that become stained with the last sip of amaretto,
stained with our silence and the color yellow.
Like the silver knife who’s blade slips through the avocado,
and I wish for more minutes in a day to sit on this blanket
And more staples in this life to puncture the heart of a petal
Its mushy translucence conveys innocence, oh petal!
How I’d much like to forget and sink, or clap, my teeth
in rage but here upon this blanket
exists no rage. Here is where we sip our amaretto
And can think of nothing but the next bite of avocado
When, failing words, failing thought, a yellow
taxicab honks distantly, barely distinguishable from the yellow
buzzing bee in my hair. Swiftly landing on a nearby petal
whose delicate arms, the juice of the avocado
gently outpours from gaps between our teeth,
lover. Lover of the sky, lover of chocolate, and amaretto.
Lover asleep on cushioned soul of the yellow blanket
baked in brilliance from the sun, yellow blanket
under our footsteps, under our yellow
bodies painted in the sensuous scents of amaretto
with gum like innocence floating over any petal.
Don’t get me started that I need to brush my teeth
When yours are green with Avocado
and leaf, like the print on the blanket, yellow like yonder petal
whose strong scent reaches the taste of my teeth, stained coffee yellow
from the over-indulgence, avocado, amaretto.
Categories:
outpours, happiness, yellow,
Form:
Sestina
We let down our guards,
in these uncertain times.
20 little angels, gentle meek & mild.
Full of such promise, so full of life.
A vision of innocence,
taken & lost, in our precious sight.
6 guardian angels,
wings opened wide.
Shielding with love,
unafraid to risk life.
Teardrops of sorrow,
now fill the sky.
The rainstorm continues,
for the ones left behind
A heavy heart we carry,
a nation outpours mourns of why?
Together as one we, will not falter,
please hear our cry...
Contest Angels poem
Posted 6/ 19/ 13
Categories:
outpours, angel,
Form:
Rhyme
There’s only a dew of elixir in the bottom of the empty cup sleeping as lamb
Now they call it heart, I call it polluted spirit, and you may call it ruby pomegranate granules
But we the simplest so called human entities jointly may only Love and this is sufficient
To suffer for the thousand years and a day more
The one who cares not is the luckiest mundane ignorant but I’m the one alike who outpours his quintessential not knowing for whom
Not knowing for what reason a purpose never show its glamour in advance
For warning, for love or even for sake of its purest manifestation
In times when words were queued in the thread abundantly curved in bobbin from the human scalp
The necklace of verse is fading its shine no sparkling truths gurgles from its spring to obey our thirsts
We the thirsty souls for divine morsel wandering in here as the spirits of suicide victims
Empty stomachs of enfant terrible only for the grasp of the truth they never hear even as the sound of insect
Never as the sound of falling frozen spirit in jade that you may later see as the Galatea of divine maternal essence
A cornucopia of latent blessings waits
A deficit of Love outbursts proudly displaying its genitalia without a drop of shame
I wander as a working bee searching for the nectar of wisdom to feed my Queen bee
And bestow her eternal life with the royal jelly leaking elegantly from the bottom to the navel
Categories:
outpours, art, visionary, sound, love,
Form:
Verse
SILVER HAIRED SMILE
Like laser strobes in cloud filtered moonlight,
in ambience glow of serene and peace,
her hair glows of silver, a radiant smile,
a face aflame with blossoming passion,
embraced by arms, a frame of a cradle .
an eminence of joy outpours, the soul,
contained in the vessel from within
illuminate the flame of starlit eyes,
a fountain of happiness flows with joy
from a heart enshrined with gifts of love
Categories:
outpours, dedication, grandmother, love, mother,
Form:
Free verse
Intricate dull summer, autumn's scourge,
Dog day noons, sultry dusk undress the night,
Mirage, sweaty foreheads entertain an oasis,
Rise of Fall, leaves, plot ere barked disguises,
Autumn's quarrels, chartreuse hawks verdant green hue,
Spar shades, tones, pigments re, imagination,
Expelled from hold, abandon o'er cold,
Huddled neath shedding sunshades,
Sun pierced, stains owned ardor brown,
Wrinkled facing fertile lengthened passage,
Refreshed, sprouts anew,
Laments a stabled tree near a rippling brook,
Transpires driven, meaning sustained, neath or aloft,
Gravitation charters its progress,
Ingenuous source served natural throat that thirsts beyond,
Prompt wintry ice, obscure its way, not bar its exemplary flow,
Gratification expounded, outpours inside the expanse,
Breeding fluidity, according to varied species of life on Terra.
2019 October 07
howmanysyllables
14 lines x 10 syllables = 140 syllables
Categories:
outpours, appreciation, earth, imagery, life,
Form:
Narrative
19.4
“Where is Self?
Where is not-Self?
Where is good and evil,
confusion and clarity?
I abide in the glory of Self”
Verse revisited on 17-May-2022
Beginning with bliss kinetic
Magnetism in linear movement
Entwined with soma nectar ecstatic
Purring ignition renewal continual vibrant
Rapture then crystallises within organic form
Each cell of mind-body is centred in space
Rippleless peace neither cool nor warm
Fulcrum from where outpours grace
One with oneness in waking state
Both the manifest and space are one
Fullness in Absoluteness potent yet sedate
Presence melds with source of the central sun
Freedom beyond understanding of mind is ours
Magnetism assimilation, to a silent Om-hum
Beyond all opposites, inner being towers
Consciousness a flaming sensorium
***
Notes: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Om
Categories:
outpours, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Blank face with scythe
drips sand like frozen blood
cut from my veins a tithe
for my trouble, slammed door
a choir of entreaty, all poor
like the life sap cut, a dud.
How many you demand blythe
shrugs, with a heart's thud thud
demanding youth, live lithe,
when demanded I gave galore
listing softly now, my life outpours
but your face, blank, still, no good.
Categories:
outpours, death, giving, life, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Passerby echo the frustrations of the world
Under the bridge
Tall tales of courage
Outpours from angry souls
Yet the toughest of them all still hide
Under the bridge
Grass roots & neo-souls speak words
In the form of hyperboles
Leaving actions hidden like water
Under the bridge
Categories:
outpours, fear, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
Rosebuds draft in scarlet, crimson, or maroon,
dreams to capture the viewer's point of view,
as its blossom's sheath their basis to its prune,
magnificent achievers rise in rows queue,
as the loss of age cast their field of thorn strewn,
shadows the facades to pipe a distinct tune,
shear away those sharp pokey points of danger,
and frail petals to amend its life-changer.
Amendments trail the housed maxed of tabletops,
of revived rosebuds claim a home as their own,
a treasured wealth trades with the town's floral shops,
then set at one's front wicket by an unknown,
or adorn tombstones as floral wreaths that props,
and crowned on a princess who sits on her throne,
a taxing burden to detain the death masque,
not tiny but thornless as Bonsai craft's task.
The Pyramid steps like the Baguio steppes,
where Filipinos view as their time-out spot,
the other is ancient for tourists who peps,
while an isle serves the rosebuds to sprout and squat,
nature confides stemmed thornless maroon by reps,
students check articles of the course they plot,
as a new breed of rosebuds shelved a terrace,
elegance embrace the solitaire heiress.
Loosely sketched parcels that the rosebud dwells in,
fresh sod fertile and well-sopped sealed neath the sun,
from its current strain, since its birth in Eden,
inspire blossoming with faint buzzes outdone,
coy rumors, green greener, red redder, seeds in,
East rises, and West sets, how the rosebud won,
Bonsai is an ancient craft not deemed as new,
man named rosebuds since their virgin birth, it grew.
Spring sprung sprouts as their healthy roots hug the ground,
a wealth of newborns reach for the warmth of skies,
its outstretched stem hardens merely being gowned,
a promised promenade paramount to rise,
by patrons, the sun, moon, and earth make their round,
a glowing shape as a rosebud is its prize,
the fields are graced with rosebuds color-filled rows,
as they grow in opened splendor till it snows.
Botanical Society best: Sowers.
ranked by their breeds and regions where they were raised,
down to idyllic truths, forthcoming growers,
who take pleasure in their leisure being phased,
where growth is best tended as their height lowers,
promised its dowery by virtuous praised,
reach prosperous glory in you or outpours,
rain or shine achievers within or outdoors.
Categories:
outpours, beautiful, flower, growth, rose,
Form:
Ottava rima