Best Pic Poems
Grimly he comes.
Day after day,
hour upon hour
second by second -
for centuries
into eternity.
The face
beneath his dark hood
he will reveal
when he comes
for you.
30-word poem/ Nov. 17, 2017
Based on pic #2 for nette onclaud's Pic Motif Contest
Tempter shrouds his cold flame
hovers dwelling in pleasure,
with no remorse
to lay a kiss
on the sleeping soul at their weakest
as they lodge in fear.
11/18/2017
Shrouded in darkness
He walks steadily
Down the cobbled street
Ephemeral breath
D r i f t i n g
Into the cold foggy air
His footsteps echoing...
A mysterious stranger
Heading for a rendezvous
With death.
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No of words: 30
A Pic Motifs Contest
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud
Placed 4th
© 16th November 2017
His world
hangs on a wall.
His wheeled chair
sits in a corner.
His tillered escape –
the Barque,
Astral Traveler.
//20 words//
©11/17/2017
submitted to – PIC MOTIFS – poetry Contest
In the dead of this cold foggy night,
is this the spirit of Jack the Ripper
or the Boston Strangler prowling
the silent streets...
or someone’s imagination running wild?
~11/16/17
~Pic Motifs Contest by nette onclaud
~Word count:29
I have crossed oceans
Tasted salt of discoveries;
Allowing strangers
To become families.
Now I am older, yet new allies
Beyond map's horizon
Still rouses thirst
For unknown destiny.
29 words for Pic Motifs Contest
Sponsor: nette onclaud
Nov 16, 2017
sitting on green grass
watching a large black ant climb up my leg
sipping red wine from a plastic cup
We cuddled there in days of old,
but now our bench is alone and cold.
For Andrea’s Frozen in Crystaline contest, inspired by Picture Number Two
https://media.giphy.com/media/nxLc6H4XqnwLm/giphy.gif
Inhale
the last you will
of this planet’s wholesome gift
blowing out grey cells
and bits of a life
..distance..
until a stranger
with two
puffed eyes
and clouded vision
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On the ill-effects of smoking
Written In Iambic Heptameter utilizing an aabb rhyme scheme throughout the entire six stanza poem. thank you. easyeverett
Just sittin' in my touring bus, alone, throughout the day,
Then found my little plastic pic so I began to play
A few new sheets of music with some tunes I wrote last night
And hoped the band would think the music sounded quite alright.
The band all gathered 'round me and my special old guitar,
As I kept strummin' faster like some rock and rolling star;
The band began a-lookin' up the touring buses aisle
To where a curvy, lanky blonde flashed wide her "Fox New's" smile.
Then kept right on a-walkin' down the middle of the bus
Towards me and my guitar, then she sat across from us.
I switched to boldy-oldies that I play most every set,
And saw her face light up just like a greedy, needy, pet.
She had the whitest teeth I'd ever seen inside a smile,
I knew I'd keep on strummin' just to keep that smile awhile.
I kept on playin' oldies 'till she whispered in my ear;
"Let's you and I get out of here and get ourselves a beer."
Ok, I said, let's head out to a kick-ass country bar
Where music keeps on playin' 'till there ain't no morning star.
"Ok," she said, "Sounds like a plan my strummin' country man.
But later you and I can nap inside my roomy van!"
Together we did finish out the long and rhythmic night,
Then parted with a tender kiss below the morning light.
Now I've been tryin' ever since to write a little tune
That celebrates my plastic pic's excited night in June.
Here she come in a cloud of rage.
Who?
Violet.
Shut up, you know that’s my baby.
Hovering with her beauty as we speak.
She crazy man, she crazier than Sofia.
Monica, why show sour grapes for
my love of violet?
As a friend I have to tell you
that you sound plum, stupid.
As long as I can be her Prince.
Be her pick from all the shrub,
as music, strums.
She weeds through the fog, the haze
and with hungry eyes, see…
Ernie, you know how many
sorry saps that love Violet.
So, whine.
Throw an almost stormy fit
because you’re squished feelings are
comical to the girl with the long loosie.
Sit, calm they’re all pictured blue
for that tan, bimbo.
You mad cause she accidentally stomped on your donuts
that one time.
You dang right and how can you accidentally stomp donuts?
Well anyways for seasons as skies turn
she's always posted like she's the shine for the end of days.
Smirking at your egged face.
So plant it boy. Perp...pull back.
She don't want you.
You're not that girls primary focus.
2/14/18 "Sunrise and sunset" - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
A image whispers through my contemplations
I feel like I’ve awakened in a dream of the past
Emotions surround me, gracing me with prayers
Bidding me wisdom from this reflection elapsed
A representation of what once gave me joy
Selections of melodies gone now, but recalled
With this tender rendition of long-ago moments
Sweet echoes singing softly as I listen intently
A replication gently touches my inner affections
Reminding me that I’ve been blessed with memories
Some that will always appeal to my compassion
Some that encourage me to keep loving with passion
A vision of some moment that has passed from my mind
Valuable beauty filling my heart with inspiration and delight
Little memorials of all the things that have gone by me
Adventures in living that reassure and fill me with sensibility
A portrayal of living that enlivens my sense of reception
Waking within me that charming remembrance of elation
The way that if feels to know acceptance and assurance
Feelings that come back with a glimpse at this picture
A depiction of the moment when I was so alive with anticipation
Yearning for the heartfelt fervor that brightens the moments
Soothing the broken heart and heartening the discouraged
Comforting the one who hurts and encouraging the hopeless one
A personification of satisfaction from hope, faith and love
All that comes from knowing the grace and mercy of God above
Sent to reassure anyone who sees this impression of an earlier time
A moment that stirred up feelings which will always hold adoration for…
A memory caught in a photo
The Night Lamp
As night stumbles in
The lamp crinkles on
And the evening rides
The light -
Which upon
The lamp’s tenderness
And glory encapsulates
Its harmony within…
It escapes the night
17 November 2017
Pic Motifs Contest, Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
29 words
I've traversed this wondrous world
Captured through the windows of bird's eyes,
Enclosed within a body with silver wings,
So blessed I've been to fly the friendly skies.
11-14-17
PIC MOTIFS: VISUAL Contest
Sponsor Nette Onclaud
Word count 28
Farewell to United's 747 Jumbo Jet
https://m.youtube.com/watch?feature=youtu.be&v=Zm62JOOmc6k
taking a blink pic
remembering the moment
saved to my head drive