Best Piques Poems
She wailed her way into the world...
An avatar they said, Goddess Lakshmi had taken birth...
Her parents' pride, her brother's delight...
She loved and shone her brightest light...
She smiled she laughed in her radiant sight...
She didn't notice the prying eyes...
Pirouettes and piques, with aplomb she leaped...
Fell back on the earth, for a second it hurt...
Not losing her stride, among the cries...
She walked ahead, with her head held high...
Its a man's world, she was warned...
Not true she said, and walked along...
For she was proud of the woman she was...
She did not know of the waging war...
She had no right to dress as she pleased...
Her shorts were labelled as a tease...
She committed a crime when she refused his friendship...
She was punished by a splash of acid...
Pushed and shoved, groped and cut...
She burnt she bled, he simply fled...
It was her fault, said those in power...
She ate noodles, she should have called him brother...
She shouldn't have been out, late at night...
Well, he was justified in playing out his might...
She should have brought a car in dowry...
She wouldn't be laying, a lifeless body...
She gives life, akin to God...
Yet her life is an irony, unwanted... abort...
Lying about the scar on her face...
She tells her friends she fell down the staircase...
For she didn't know how to confide in them...
Of the scathing beatings, by the husband she'd wed...
Killing in honour of the holy mother cow...
Raping the honour of the woman of their house...
They'd given her wings, asked her to fly...
She flew away, and then they pried...
How dare she fly away so high, she was permitted to fly awhile...
Clip her wings, draw a ring...attach her to their pendulum strings...
Stamped her fate, sentenced to a cage...
Live like a prisoner, you deserve it, they say...
Yet they fold their hands in prayer...
To a Goddess, for their share...
For their share of golden glory...
While her life becomes another cover story...
Categories:
piques, woman, women,
Form:
Free verse
Fingers tantalize like whispers
Heated breaths upon supple skin
Dancing in softness parallel to feathers
Aimlessly tossed by the wind
Enticing me with lips as they play
Like strings drawn with rosined bow
A skillful loving melodic sway
Sung quietly in a lovers moan
Emotion piques with subtle kiss
Consumed like brazen embers
In the rush of a restless wish
Desire settles as sunken treasure
When sleepy eyed I reach for you
Your pillow untouched and cold
Leaving me with only your alluring scent
As if fragrance without touch could console
Return me now to dreams allure
Where your touch has not departed
In your manly frame I rest secure
Your whispers of love never falter
Your present warmth I miss tonight
Though I know you'll return tomorrow
Still the hours from now till then
Exaggerate with lonesome sorrow
Sleepless now my heart proposed
I rise to pass old father time
To feel you nearer I wear your clothes
Intoxicated in the knowing that your mine
As longing lingers in passions extreme
Our duo of comfort reduced to one
Where shirt prodigious and slight convene
Willing emptiness inside to be shunned
Back between our sheets I lay
And pray for sleep to come
In dreams your instrument each touch replayed
Exciting awe in my heart as you strum
Categories:
piques, absence, boyfriend, dream, missing,
Form:
Rhyme
I love you without surmising 'why',
your passion sets pon dusky distances
betwixt & 'midst quartz glass spaces,
where scented phases astir moon glow
and impassioned fireside involvement
madly erupt above obscure air castles,
beyond a swept away briny rendezvous
of crystallized darkly essential marrow,
like wildflowers penchant for Spring
blooming 'tween summoned fiery March
snowdrifts' lashing bout ignitable flurries
amongst wind's orgasmic undressing,
farthermost indulgent sundown piques
regaling its worth with naught but those
magnificent moments in timely conception,
whence endearment yearns to be evermore
Inspired by Pablo Neruda - - Sonnet Xvii
Categories:
piques, dark, destiny, love, passion,
Form:
Prose Poetry
the moonflower
exotically piques the night
white trumpets scent dusk
9/30/2018
Categories:
piques, night,
Form:
Haiku
YOU ARE THE PILOT (for boarding school students)
You need not wear a veil of pain
If you are perfect and prompt
For your prep all time.
You need not begin your day
With ordeal and agony
If you’re uniform is identical
With poignantly tucked in shirts
You need not begin your day
With punishment and pretence
If you speak the language
Of the British.
You need not begin your day in
Pity and peril
If chew and swallow the veggies
Served on your plate.
You need not begin your day
With protest and pressure
If you complete your homework on time.
You need not begin your day
With piques and problems
If you write your exams fine.
Your struggle today is the
Spring board for your better tomorrow.
Adversity does not tear down you
It make you desire for the
Seed of greatness,
So hitch your wagon to a star.
s.bagyalakshmi
Categories:
piques, school,
Form:
Free verse
Sometimes I feel like a duck out of water,
The greener grass is the water when I fly
And the water when I am natant.
My feathers equally ambivalent
My brain benevolently beset
The curious quandary belied by the placidity of this
Mirror in which I repose and reflect.
Mywondrous will so disposed to inertia
That I am quite averse to aviation
But the mere kinesis of flight
Prods my psyche to that profound euphoria.
And then looms that not-so-ugly duckling
To whom I am devilishly drawn.
What manner of urgency beckons me?
What end do I seek?
Why is this predisposition so prevalent?
Who is that pricks my pique and piques my prick?
When will I no longer feel such, such, such ... love?
And where is that Nirvana?
I feel like the centipede that forgot how to run.
Is there no outcome to this conundrum?
No resolution to this pregnant poser?
Too many options spoil my perspective
And I cannot compute the consequences.
To seek is not to have lost.
To seek is the eternal evidence of Life
As life is evidence of the eternal.
Categories:
piques, humorous, water, water, perspective,
Form:
Light Verse
' Time '
It's valour .
The
Innumerable mysteries ,
Memorable histories .
Illegal streaks ,
With
Lovable piques .
But the time
For you ,
Its never bleak .
So live the moment the,
Destiny
Categories:
piques, anxiety, poetess, teen, time,
Form:
Shape
It makes a heart glad to know
there are still, small country towns
like Woodford, where homes
with large old trees,
sit scattered between small shops
and local businesses
To think the spirit of Elvis exists
in a greengrocers’, called, “Grapelands.”
‘Elvis Parsley’ swivelling his hips
amongst the carrots and parsnips
imitating “Blue Suede Shoes."
I select a punnet of strawberries
as a smile slips out at the absurdity,
of how, some live out their fantasies
“Blue blue “…you can do anything
I cross the street to check out
a “Second-hand” furniture store.
It is closed so I cup my hands
and peer through the window.
A group of old, store mannequins
piques my interest, draped in 50’s fashions
It seems like a time warp, as there
are no opening hours posted on the door.
I wonder if the mannequins
are an eccentric collection,
or, if they were for sale,
which one, I would buy,
The one, with eyes, demurely cast down,
or, the arm-less one,
looking enviously past her
Back on the street, I inhale sun-warmed earth,
as I walk past a garden’s bright picket fence.
A shiny black crow flaps up, startled.
Suddenly I smell, what the scent of home
is like, for someone else.
For My Kind of Town Contest
Janis Thompson
Categories:
piques, fantasy, fun, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
Darkness abides save flickering candle light
Illuminating his silhouette of masculinity
exhaustion renders an end tonight
Supplanting all previous antiquity
In the quiet he sleeps
Leaning close to steal his breath
As the wanting piques
With the rise and fall of his chest
My lips fall slightly upon his own
Sleepily he begins to stir
For his pause my darling he soon atones
As his hands they caress my curves
You set my passion ablaze again
Our appetite whet for more
Soon transported to a lovers realm
The key which unlocks my door
Though intimacy sweet
It's ecstasy adored
Permanency is what I seek
Our days and nights in one accord
In times passage you'll leave and then
My eyes will covet your face
Abandoned and lonely I'll pick up my pen
Repeatedly this scenario retraced
How I long for the time
Your wife I'll be named
Together our lives redesigned
A longing no more to be feigned
When all our tomorrow's
The missing knows no place
In your arms I know no sorrow
My home in your soul interlaced
Categories:
piques, boyfriend, for him, lonely,
Form:
Quatrain
time and time again, you search
for reasons why you're in the lurch
both ends burnt to write your best
still, you're always second-guessed
you work to work, invest your soul
scribe poignant phrases that extol
the deepest of your musings, grand
in ways that precious few command
you bring forth imagery that pours
weave brightly-colored metaphors
with meter, crisp and consummate
and rhythm meant to palates, whet
sew rhyme with soft, proficient tone
with sense that reaches to the bone
your hours spent on crafting phrase
of wondrous tomes meant to amaze
so framing substance with each word
and still, it seems you're rarely heard
but maybe, for your words' command
those folks will ne'er quite understand
that each new poem you bring to be
is birthed from places they can't see
and not all words contain the power
to bloom your thoughts into a flower
your words may blossom in the dark
where others fail to view their spark
or in that realm where none but you
can see the wondrous things you do
so, knit your words to move and lift
and share the blessings of your gift
use your diction - spun and swirled
to paint your feelings on the world
strive to stoke those inward fires
lit with phrase that piques desires
if fanned by thirst to live and learn
then rest assured, your verse will ...
BURN.
Categories:
piques, appreciation, cheer up, encouraging,
Form:
Couplet
Calm cooling breeze
Taste of wetness;
Coming rain
~~~~~~~~~
Weekend stay
Home movie marathon;
Makeup treats
~~~~~~~~~
Pet dog circles
Runs round barking;
Mad freedom sings
~~~~~~~~~
Small people here
Body contact flings;
***** child talk
~~~~~~~~~
Newspaper highlight
Another tragedy;
Far yet near
~~~~~~~~~
I sit here
Waiting on words;
Dry well showing
~~~~~~~~~
The write words
Puzzling long scene;
Verse void piques
~~~~~~~~~
Word after word
Nothing to say;
Impact drowns
~~~~~~~~~
Old man limps
Bad left knee;
Painful strides
~~~~~~~~~
Sensuous maiden
Beauty confronts;
Hungry eyes follow
~~~~~~~~~
Humble origins
Fleshy windfall;
Emergent light
~~~~~~~~~
Sexy speaks
Fragrant distraction;
Wild allure
~~~~~~~~~
Blank paper page
Ink cursive words;
Plunder verse lines
~~~~~~~~~
Contract blank
Arguments sum;
Willing signature
~~~~~~~~~
Brand new book
Void to fill;
Finesse stakes
~~~~~~~~~
Car park story
Assorted brands loiter;
Business meeting
~~~~~~~~~
Fenugreek brew
Good to go;
Yellowish swirls
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
12 June 2016
Singapore
Categories:
piques, change,
Form:
Haiku
7/4/16
Got to take care of business
From the start to the finish
Hits and misses
Above below and on the ridges
An unbelievable amount are religious
And superstitious
How much evidence and material lies among the fishes
And in some of the harshest conditions?
It piques curiosity and is rather suspicious
On the road to riches
Wishes
Shall be fulfilled by determination and wise decisions
During the entire expedition
You'd better pay attention and listen
Especially to what's important, if you want more wisdom
Learn from your mistakes, and understand the diffference
While still in existence
Don't burn your bridges
And act malicious
Because of your own greed and being way too ambitious
Out in the thickets
There isn't always crickets
(It can be completly quiet and silent, except for the crickets)
Always liked the look and scent of eucalyptus
And the same could be said for so many things, including hibiscus
Bless you this upcoming Christmas
Never once and until the end, I can not expect forgiveness
Anywhere especially due to different cultures and traditions
In my own personal opinion
Categories:
piques, poetry, rap, word play,
Form:
Rhyme
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blemished sky erupts
a waterfall... a river
the cormorant dived
the mile high eagle
hunting... not gone unnoticed
meercats wary
heavy rain... torrents
one litre... one kilo...
man will make you pay
wildflower meadow
trampled... flattened by children
educate them now
take my hand... nature
I will guide you through the wilds
walking weekends
within nature
what piques you most
true love or instinct
i love you and how
often we've sat together
talking with our eyes
i love you and how
I'm seduced... my legs buckle
the land of Utopia waits
our hearts beat as one
seeking true loves rapture
propagation
star dusted...
supernovas... sunshine done...
planet earth... roasted
volcanos erupt
yellowstone reservation
mass extinction
swallows winging
how many miles... salvation
tagged... we now know
near mid spring... joking
winter will not let go
will summer make it
where are the insects
winters ate them... everyone
wildlife won't survive
a fact of life... food
whatever species you are
Mars... all life extinct
fly me to the moon
hey... do not be too hasty
we need planet 'B'
the oceans burning
sun rising from its depths
tanker's flaming oil
happy Easter
a moment of respite
no... sorry... bad joke
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Categories:
piques, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Wearisomes travelers; who is blind and I Am not blind?!
Passing through gildeds secular anathemas open markets
With countless sonorous voices calling from their ravens, hoodoo booths
Wishing to sell everyone these worldly visions amid obscures
Perverted material trinkets; placing them in front of narrows sight!?
Glittering these things; as unto a baby within its beloved crib....
Poisons to possess; unaware of the kings orders borne in piques
Hateful beginnings while Rachel continues to weep; innocence deceived ~
Precious infants caught amid a kingdoms wrath, spite and pain; amissful
Their sidebar moments wherein they only have themselves to blame yet
Someone must pay for sombers resipiscence in this, corrosives mistakes....
Vexations troubling beast of conscious; crippled by its mutations?!
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....“Terrestrial Journals” *
Categories:
piques, hope, life, love,
Form:
Wind rustles her cover
whining of pups distract
wafting scent entices
weariness piques her need
weakness seduces her
wiliness picks her prey
wantonness her attack
©3/15/2022
In Search Of Prey Poetry Contest
Sponsor = Joseph May
Categories:
piques, animal, image, mother, nature,
Form:
Pleiades