Best Patios Poems
Flowered patios,
admired for their charm,
Andalusian patios lovingly cared for.
As new-born babies
that Andalusian women take care of
with gentleness, dedicating
their time with the same devotion
to as a baby who needs attention.
Beauty with big eyes
that shines in a blind world
to old emotions.
Patios of my Andalusia,
you sow joy in front of
the ones who feel love
for those old ladies,
whose lives flow among your cares.
I wish you would always live
Andalusian ladies!,
so that our eyes
could delight those magical patios,
full of colors and dedication.
Every flower has your name
written on it, every new wrinkle
on your face is the effort
of your everyday's passion.
Categories:
patios, allegory, allusion, baby, blessing,
Form:
Free verse
I miss marigold mornings
with soft sunrises and perfumed wind
whispering through willow branches
and watercolour windows
to join the sultry scent of caramel coffee.
I long for languid afternoons
of superfluous sunshine and cumulus clouds
parading across periwinkle skies
where dragonflies drift and dive
through garnished gardens.
I pine for evenings passed on patios
with potted plants and glittering grass
and a glass of aged merlot.
I sigh for the simple comfort
and peaceful passion
of sunflower summers.
Categories:
patios, summer,
Form:
Alliteration
Autumn brings leaves in multifarious hues,
Time's flow quickly readies us for winter's blow.
Fun days on our patios will soon turn to blues,
As it takes its leisure neath a blanket of snow.
The Sycamores have shed like some molting dog,
And each Crape Myrtle is dressed a yellowish red.
The huge Hackberry resembles an old upright log,
Now, too soon our days may be filled with dread.
The Hibiscuses are a gathering of pithy stalks,
Where once dinner plate size red flowers hung.
Now no cars come, stop and give strange gawks,
But things will be normal once spring has sprung.
Fallen leaves unmistakably are whispering to me,
Dancing at my feet they swirl along the ground.
As if they can't decide where they're supposed to be,
Each movement choreographed to whispering sound.
Categories:
patios, nature, seasons,
Form:
Lyric
After the dreary, dismal cold days of winter,
Bogged down by mounds of snow,
Chicago, the indomitable city,
Dogged by ears-flapping, bone-chilling winds,
Emerges like a blooming flower
Fostering liveliness, sensuality,
Gaiety and grandiose funfair.
Hot, sizzling and sassy summer aside;
Invigorating spring first arrives and
Jogging along the Lakefront trail or
Kicking a soda can down the Magnificent Mile,
Life finally emerges from its winter cocoon.
Mona Lisa smiles and bright eyes fleeting by,
Night life promises a charm of its own with
Outdoor patios where cooing lovers linger,
Pandering to fans of performing arts and swanky music.
Quotidian lives turn into jostling horseplay,
Ravishing beds of fragrant shrubs adorn the sidewalks.
Spring in Chicago is vivaciously volatile,
Temperature, as it rises, so does people's spirits,
Under the shadows of imposing skyline or
Viewing the serpentine Lake Shore Drive up from
Willis Tower's Skydeck, Chicago appears, oh,
Xtra beautiful – A spring's paradise!
Yellow magnolias, richly painted and sweetly fragrant,
Zestfully vying with vibrant clusters of tulips.
~"A Spring Abecedarian" Contest by Shadow Hamilton
~02/19/2015
Categories:
patios, spring,
Form:
Abecedarian
"Weather Forecast - Twister Terror"
twister touchdown twirling free
black funnel cloud spins angrily
wind crackling branches on bare trees
neighborhoods in panic freeze ...
beware windows and open doors
take shelter as fierce rain downpours.
destroying four homes in a row
as lightening bolts ignite scary show
rain cascading fast to slow
as plants and patios endure blasts and blows ...
beware windows and open doors
take shelter as fierce rain downpours.
as time elapsed the sunshine loomed
and happy smiles had fully bloomed
'twas a close call from life to doomed
but God's Almighty Power zoomed ...
so everyone now cherished life
no casualties to end twister strife.
*For Joy Wellington's Weather Forecast Contest ...
Categories:
patios, adventure, rain, rain,
Form:
Rhyme
The twinkling shine of dark eyes
Chestnut locks, effortlessly waved
Like the tides of the ocean
Practicing yoga on rainy patios
While cigarette ashes burn my skin
Morrissey sung the songs of woe
I crumbled at your feet
Your lips on every fallen tear
Echoing duets fall to deafened ears
Yet, never admit defeat
I can almost remember
The warmth of your hands
The breeze of summer air
I fell in love with nature
When you're not there
Retrospect turned longing
Your green-thumbed lover's eyes glow
It matches the moon on winter nights
I lost my desire for your flesh
My heart shatters more for show
Those days raced by, an open door
I shook in my place
My memories remained pure
An escape to space
The gap tooth smile on your face
My fondest memory
12/11/2016
Categories:
patios, appreciation, beauty, desire, heart,
Form:
Free verse
we arrived and the world city did not expect
that we were as we are
the houses whispered about us
special tenants
I know we paid with our souls
to be less unhappy in certain matters
the indispensable presence of plane trees in the patios
and a good moonlight helps to equate this
to be the new members of the whole
later we will lower the volume of anguish
allowing the birds to sing
I was sure that we would look at the landscape
with a lot of desire to cry
it was hard for us to buy this existence
with the built-in death clause
we still preferred that property with a balcony
and the beautiful view into life
Categories:
patios, extended metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
The mild pace of my brain
Around fancy words like tamer and solace
Calm like a crystal clear lake
High up in the mountains of Tibet
Bruno could do nothing but stare
On the tragic haircut of Jebediah and Hutch
They were only doing what they do
Growing tall for the sun to see
The moonlight can change a man's life
And the breeze can give him hope
Sprinklers provide the life to drink
And the constant hum of conditioned air
Dear night, a stage for the open otters
You hold so much more for the lonely salmon
This world turns so fast but there is peace
Knowing that the moon will come out tomorrow
Mellow flame and ash, burnt memories are golden
A stroll with the toads on someone else's sidewalk
Green and God below my vulture's perch
The eyes of children hand me my meal
Papers on the chair, papers on the floor
Fish on the back and water in the bowl
Dark red dimes in the hands of the homeless
Seeking a friendly bottle to tell them of better times
Casual clothes for those that know
Pants for the boss and a tie for love
Gravel roads for the man going home
Concrete and steel for all the money in the world
Growing tall for independence
Or independently tall
Bringing heels to a point
Applying band aids to the blood
They're all out there, right now
Figuring stuff out
Kindred are the coaches
Who know their own mistakes
The grass and wood chips, plastic chairs and drips
Pillars and wind chimes, street lights and numbers
Stars and crickets, palms and patios
Bikes and brains, angels and demons
The tamer of my heart is the solace of my soul
Categories:
patios, introspection
Form:
Free verse
Grey mounds of a futile landscape
Life is a feeling the fuel
Rain thunders; under cover drape
Remote, imm'diate and truthful
Neb'lous clouds in illusion shape
O', but how the cooly wind blows
Watching out the drifty clouds, stroll
Spatters across the patios
Water bubbles in bristling roll
Sighing each bursting bubble shows
Pouring it down with all embrace
Falling a down, the hard and fast
Out of the sky, into my face
The beauty of the moment, cast
The smell of wet earth, anyplace
O' sniff of cool crispy clean air
So that is all around remain
It's so complete and so aware
Feel no sorrow, I feel no pain
In rain, as I stand in prayer
Categories:
patios, rain,
Form:
Quintain (English)
Old man winter takes off his coat of white.
the fallen leaves have been brushed aside with just wind and times magic touch
The birds sing that bit louder as to clebrate the start of new life
The skeleton trees black on the skyline as the sun rises
and as dawn breaks I open my back door
And just Like a dragon who as lost his fire I breathe steam out
On a vision of yellow daffodils with the smell of a freshly cut lawn
The results of yesterday labour bringing me joy
Drifting and mixing with the steam off my breath
The snowdrops are making their presence felt, white tears on the gardens freshly made up face.
barbecues cleaned and patios washed Easter eggs bought and the shedding of coats
Rejoice at the fact that spring as sprung loose.
comp entry 17032016
Categories:
patios, fun, daffodils,
Form:
Free verse
In the ashes of a home
Remains a stone fireplace
That still stands against the sky
Decaying at its own pace
Earth, water, and wind
Now its only adversaries,
Unless you add time to the mix.
It marks the place
Where once humans lived,
Like a cross without arms,
A fragment of a tombstone
Is the best it can muster,
The once cheerful warmth of its heart.
Indistinguishable from ambient air.
At one time a barn was here too!
But signaling its weariness
By leaning too hard toward the future
As if to brace itself for the final onslaught,
It won its own release,
Rough hewn planks stripped away,
Finding temporary lives elsewhere.
Stone walls that once
Sheltered whole towns
From marauding hordes
Have their own plans
For reincarnation,
Migrating, as it were,
To patios and garden pools.
All is change my love,
Everything we hold dear
Vanishes and then reappears,
Briefly, in other bedrooms,
Like warmth from a fireplace…
Only the stars in lover's eyes
Remain the same, until they change.
Categories:
patios, life,
Form:
Blank verse
I drink privilege, I breath iniquity.
Everything around me wreaks of docile obsequisy.
I was a born a prince, of a minor province.
And ever since, I have often heard words minced,
By those below, who dare but tow
The line of those above who hardly know
What ghastly sacrifices
Line their perfect patios.
For I was once one of the elect,
But now I am derelict.
But I yet carry the residue of favour,
Even though I am now considered a mere ranting raver.
My heart is broken but my bank-balance is booming,
So I cannot scream without drawing entombing
Glances, which look askance at what I can possibly mean.
There is no punishment for those who have stolen but a dream.
Truly, I would be content in a tent,
But I have rubies to pay my rent.
I can feel your envy already,
Try as I might to appeal to your pity.
Even worse than my wealth, I am in fantastic outward health,
And still even sometimes passably witty.
Yes, one could even say I have a talent,
For constructing rhyme, with sense still all but paramount.
But neither, I suspect, will you feel admiration,
For one whose losses heap up such desolation.
I am thought mad by all accounts,
Plus with all these pills
There's nothing left inside my pants.
Turning the t.v. on is practically like climbing a steep hill.
Privilege and inequity,
Two forces in fixed enmity.
Cancelling out our pathos.
I look around me, and see the world's sweat, blood, and tears,
Is spent on trinkets, and 5th holiday homes
For those passing a few most miserable years,
Too sick from depravity to reside in them.
Billions squandered on mimicking melanasome,
While the pale soul gathers dust, with nary an 'amen'.
Women careering too recklessly to care for her mother's aching bones,
And fathers flying too high to read stories to their children.
As for the millions starving in Africa- they can all rot.
Isn't that right, you greedy old sot?
The meat industry? It's swell.
Well done-you've created a living hell!
But its foolish to condemn, truly, I suppose,
We who suffer from it most are ourselves,
Its just the way that the wind, it blows,
We are destined to die the ironic, unlovely death of fallen angels.
Categories:
patios, 11th grade, angel, angst,
Form:
Free verse
Patios,parasol bedecked
wandering wasps picnicing ,unchecked.
Categories:
patios, life, places, seasons,
Form:
Crystalline
Surrounded by amazing bright world settings,
it didn’t take that long for me to realize aplenty,
in every single broad nuanced sense,
with no grey cap on rich imagining,
I couldn’t help at all but notice,
awareness at my very own doorstep,
bountiful harvest for crop dependant farmer,
all I had to do was listen and duly learn,
spray haze fountains impact senses everywhere,
abundant and profuse to say the least,
integrated into mindful ocean revelry,
rainbows in the sky might taunt, tease and tantalize,
but isn’t that imperative for genuine enlightenment,
endless stretch not confined to land based quarter,
modern human belt of pearl city highway,
that much maligned rush hour zeitgeist,
if only one is willing to absorb it,
dig deep below its speed bump,
wonder at those schedule driven lives,
fascinating episode behind the wheel,
just as pastures often strike what
lies within their tufted carpets,
dormant passage waiting to be scripted,
green meadow, winding lane and dirt dry slope,
signposts nudging intuition to a higher plateau,
graceful flier tweet on burgundy red leaf,
so the urban concrete marvel has this crucial role,
street vendor ardent patios toll free,
to a tangerine celestial horizon’s frail whisper,
supplier of the silken bon mot
Categories:
patios, city, deep, encouraging, environment,
Form:
Free verse
Porches,
attached decks,
patios,
intimate places for alfresco,
These make a difference
between a fortressed house
and a transparent home,
between an ego castle
and an eco-habitat.
We also spread rhododendron bushes
and hostas,
flowers and ferns
around our stone
and concrete bound foundations.
We want stable defenses
but prefer to camouflage houses
in organic color,
life giving and taking shapes.
These boundary vistas
speak of heart felt reminders
our habitat is rooted
in Earth's wilderness
In vulnerability
hidden from transparency
except with those who share our sacred space
inside
and upon,
within our co-passioned present time,
Presence bonding,
double-binding,
re-membering past wildness
anticipating future re-generative
re-storative
re-habituating
re-acclimating
re-bounding win/lose less
for more win/win paradise
Just barely 2020 visible
and silently audible
and fresco fragranced
and tasted,
felt
and so nearly touched
longing into belonging
on our cooperatively-owned front porch.
Categories:
patios, games, health, history, home,
Form:
Political Verse