Best Overflowing Poems
Romance is in bloom when it's new and sweet
like rose buds opening. Love is growing!
The flutter feeling each time that you meet;
the kisses and the knowing you are glowing!
The realizing that you feel complete
and your heart with joy is overflowing.
Nothing else could be more worth living for.
Oh, to keep it going forevermore!
Written May 7, 2017
Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment
Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie.
Tis here that I met you on a pleasing summer morn
Where blossoms of the cherry, out on the bough, adorn;
Underneath the cherry tree euphoria welled soon,
I met you in the morning, I loved you by the noon.
You were more the things to me that I should ever know
And there beneath the cherry tree, neath the scented show,
We watched the sun rise in the sky and felt our hearts entwine
And all the world was lost to me just as your eyes kissed mine.
We loved throughout that summer time down in the cherry glade;
The warmest days that I had known that God has ever made.
And from an overflowing cup of mirth where I may drink
Beneath the blooming cherry tree, beneath the perfumed pink.
But as the autumn chill appeared and cooled the air around
The leaves upon the cherry tree were tumbled to the ground.
Then so the dusk of time came by, the evening of the day,
And in the darkness of the night my love had gone away.
Yet still the joy of love is mine, though but a moment long,
The memory of those blissful days shall always here belong.
And I shall sacrifice the peace I ever knew before ~
The pain of love remains with me for now and evermore.
Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment
Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie.
Praise be to the tranquil home
Where care and amity abide
Like a well-worn book or favorite poem
In whose members we confide
And whose values are our guide
Ill-fated is the raging home
Where resentment and cruelty reign
Like an outcast always bound to roam
Doomed to empty constant pain
Where no glimmer of will remain
Blessed is our home within
Where resides a treasure glowing
Without temptation need or sin
Just eternal pure love glowing
And goodwill overflowing
Written 2/22/22
aching blazing
ceaseless desire-
erotic fathomless greedy heavenly
incomparable jubilant keening love
magically nurturing
overflowing penetrating
quivering ~
rapturous
sublime throbbing unparalleled-
velvety wanton
xade yearning zig-a-zag-ah
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September 22, 2015
ABC
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Note:
xade is a French adjective for ultimate perfection, as in a beautiful man
zig-a-zag-ah is from the Urban Dictionary meaning to enjoy oneself
This boat is full,
A vessel overflowing.
In darkness people talk.
A child is crying.
I close my eyes,
Lock out the world.
I envision drab gloom
As sunlight on my begging husk;
The damp frazzles
As lightweight trunks
Around my gaunt calves.
We left, so many nights ago,
I lost count, it doesn't matter.
Deferment of death.
I saw them go...
Such euphemism, such irony...
I count and wait with serenity,
Dream my dream of
Spacious green meadows,
Chanting larks.
I left it all behind,
My memories I buried
With my bare hands.
I fertilized the dust
With drops of saline tears.
Alone I am, alone.
Soon this journey ends.
My eyes are closed,
My thoughts are fleeing,
I send them to freedom.
This boat is full,
A vessel overflowing.
In darkness people howl,
A child is dying.
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January 31, 2017
Overflowing
The God of glory
never run short of mercy
flowing in my life
With trembling fingers I poured Merlot wine
Overflowing the rim of his chalice
Salty drops on my lips, the taste of brine
from tears spilled as he spoke words of malice
His offensive, "Cheers," I chose to decline
the sting of mockery, cold and callous
Piteous, I lingered without relief
Flooded with torment, I'm drowning in grief
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May 7th, 2017
Form "O" Contest for Broken Wings
The house is as fresh as a drain -
the toilet is blocked yet again -
but 'nature arose'
and holding my nose,
I prayed as I yanked on the chain...
written 5th June for Tania's limerick contest
The blank page that was staring at me
is now overflowing with typography
Nothing I've written means anything
yet here I am, doing handsprings
I fished in the sink for a cod
and landed a whole dolphin pod;
the bath and the loo
were full of them too -
but whales were too much for the rod...
for Constance's Form O 'Overflowing' contest
If the title is suggestive they watch me
put their name in it they watch me
the only time they get attention
the only time they get a mention
centre stage, run the show,
watching me because they know
I shine a light they glow
watch the numbers grow
it’s a sad life that their living
and it really is a given
that they lap it up and love it
when I tell them where to shove it
that short lived power trip
to a lifelong sour lip
yes you were a munter boss
whose never ever known a loss
because you’ve never had a lot
your missing brain and bottom pops
wishing you were someone hot
clever interesting you’re not
sense of humour not a human
that moustache forever booming
no man was ever after you
unattractive daft and rude
but trust me they would laugh at you
laughing at you not with you
yes you really oughta
fish the ice out the water
yes it melts and flows right over
if you’re that dumb you’re a knower
that knows nothing at all
you should have gone to school
you’re so stupid you will never know
just how stupid overall
Fragments of moonlight illuminated
the lighthearted waves of fluttering leaves,
as the breeze cradled them in its sainted
web it was spinning round with shifting weaves.
With unspoken disagreement weighted
down by possessive boughs on autumn's eves.
Like a thief the wind was overflowing
with brown leaves turning swiftly departing
5/11/2017
Poetry Contest: Form O - Only One -
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
A little playful carefree smile
appeared magically,
filling every inch of my face,
slowly spreading out
reaching the heart,
that unfamiliar happiness,
Overflowing mind with satisfaction
self approval and pride ,
there happened the rebirth
of my confidence , the new me??
spilling on bare skin flowering before the leaves blushing pink to white
My pot filled with broth
Made from years of tears
Boiled over and spilled
Putting out my desire
To cry any more tears
For the carrots I need
To feel feed.