Best Puff Of Air Poems
The whispers of diamonds and moonstone,
Starlight’s infusion of butterfly wings.
Flutter of lady’s eyelashes in Spring.
Lullaby murmuring - Jane’s not alone.
Sweet puff of air, rustle of lilting voice.
The whispers of diamonds and moonstone,
Shuffle from ear to ear, play telephone.
Host’s sunrise hair - the inkling day’s rejoice.
Sotto voce of floating flutes. Daydream
Of droplets barely spritzing window-zone.
The whispers of diamonds and moonstone,
Reflection of lone eyes, glimmering stream.
Undertone of Autumnal leaves, strewn, sown.
Olive, lemon, plum - radiant and hushed.
Silent lips of a second chance, not rushed -
The whispers of diamonds and moonstone,
7/17/2021
Whispers
Sponsor: John Lawless
*HMS used - 10 syllables per line with two exceptions -
diamonds (2 syllables instead of my variant 3 syllables)
Sotto Voce (3 syllables. Should be 4)
THE FART POEM
A rose is a rose
By any other name.
A fart is a fart,
It smells the same.
A puff of air
From a dainty derriere,
A blast of gas
From a hairy ass.
The smell of beans
Passing through your jeans,
A deadly silent sleeper,
Bottle it! It's a keeper.
Of course, there are some
Who look down on the fart,
Considering it rude,
Instead of art.
A burst of methane
From the criminally insane.
A wet one,
Don't want to get one.
A foul discharge
From uncontrolled bowels.
The scum of the sphincter
Crude, nasty, vile stinker!
But such criticism
Is most unfair.
It's not as if farters
Are putting on airs.
They're proud on what comes
From their faithful rectums;
And they don't give a hoot
If some don't like their toot.
And to their critics they proudly send
A blast of hot, sulfurous wind.
One past gasser said put on my tomb,
He blew out a candle across the room.
Parting shot:
Some say a dinosaur fart
Could shatter a boulder, tear it apart;
But they died from the gas that out of them poured,
Giving a new meaning to killed by assteroid.
NOTE: This may very well be my last poem on Poetry Soup if I am banned
by the censors. But that's ok. I just thought that in the midst of all the
angst, misery, and depression (including mine) some might enjoy a
hearty laugh. By the way, Benjamin Franklin loved fart humor.
Wounded Healer
Submitted 8/30/09
Written 10/16/08
Heaven By Design
Women are wonderfully designed like angels bangles
Soft tingling sounds glow on, with spiritually profound beliefs
Beautifully flying on the wing their hair in tangles
Floating on a puff of air on snow white leaves
They offer souls warm comfort and relief
When women walk their feet don’t seem to touch the ground
With all that shopping, cooking and flying all around
A touch of heaven is in their eyes to melt the ice
They calculate the peace precise, in color and design, on angles sharp and sound
Playing harps in heaven, women's calculations right, in paradise are nice
Created on 1/26/15 for Dr. Mehta’s – “Dizain Me” Poetry Contest
The flame dances gently
to the rhythm of my slow breath,
as my finger glides past
luscious fluffy flowers
and between my longing lips.
The cloud I place upon my tongue
melts quickly
leaving a lingering sweetness,
and beautiful thoughts of you.
As I trace your name in the icing
I can see the twinkle in your eyes.
I can feel the warmth of your hug,
your head upon my shoulder,
while the music of your laughter fills my ears.
One burning candle,
a celebration of you.
Ice cream and cake
blanketed in whipped topping,
your favorite,
with one burning candle.
Soon, well wishes from those who love you
will fill your day
and make you smile
and, perhaps, bring a tear or two.
I inhale deeply
sighing a puff of air,
and with sincere desire I make this wish.
Health I wish for you,
for you are so fragile,
yet so very strong,
peace to replace the worries
in your compassionate heart,
but most of all,
happiness to fill
each moment of your life
with your beautiful smile.
I watch as the flame flutters
on that one burning candle,
and flickers out.
06/02/2018
Today I watched a video
Set to music
It was faithless stuff
Reminding me
Of the creatures in virtual reality
Trying to discern how to navigate
Through their maze of
Confused white lights
And misdirection
Upheld by a puff of air
With only the vaguest notion
Of some reward to strive for --
And I realize how the
Signals the maze gave off threw you
And led you down exactly the path
Upon which you meandered
Lost and alone.
Still you tried glancing back once or twice
Lingering with hope for salvation
But eventually you stopped
Looking back
(Salts sting)
Resolved
You forged ahead
And the labyrinth that had been built
Frustrating at each turn
Tripped you up a few more times
Until you finally
Found your way out.
It wasn't easy to
Let you go
Without so much as a whimper
Bearing witness to
This experiment
Staying put
Soundless
This void overwhelming
Even though the whole time
I was screaming "no!"
If only silently
In my own mind...
And of course you couldn't read my mind
And of course it didn't go our way
And off course
And off --
And on yet we go.
A Puff Of Air
In you I found the answers I sought
Embrace your promise of eternal love
Peace so sweet the river cowers
Happiness so deep the ocean cannot
fathom
In your arms I found relief
From pain, guilt and regret
Your offer new chances and choices
New meaning in life and its beauty
But your loving arms held too tight
Your whole entity a puff of air
You are all but the real deal
Stirring us on a juorney from the truth
I realized so late your true form
Just a mere picture of should be
All you teach is the could be
All that cradle me is a puff of air
No more am I alone
Under this great expanding, mysterious sky
Where once I felt smaller than
The floating wisp
Of a severed dandelion
Carrying its wishes upon a puff of air.
For today I have your words
Gracious in thought
And offered to me
To dispel loneliness
Through the joining of your piece of mind
That I hold within your note
And sing the praises of its melody
Which joins me mysteriously
In solitary company.
Last night
Suddenly, Eyes opened, and rolled over the room
Not finding lover, sad, as usual sick remained
Long hair, big eyes appreciative face
Used to sleep, along, putting one hand on my chest
Picture from the wall wanted to twitter
High beloved, I am with you how can I be far!
The time wanted to grow being different
In your mind and separated both for ever
Still with you, I come to peep, at night, with wind
I believe, you hear my sound, as if, I am near
Taking round of your home, from out side being memory
You have forgot, as before, to open the door, in my love
Your saying, word of darling, still dances with stars
You may see, if you come and gaze, at stars from far
I believe, pounds your heart, in my absence, at least
So, time to time, I wake up you, from the sleep through heart
Multiple events, I tried, to keep you glad, bearing all
You did not understand, thinking me, as if stuff of the sack
Now, became late, and days gone bye, try to sleep forgetting
let you remain alone now on, take advise, you are forlorn.
For your sake, only sake, I promise to come, once again
If you want, to come with me, keep the door half opened
Enter of the wind ,creak of the sound will notify my presence
A puff of air and swing of curtain, will assure I am fine.
there are perfectly magical days
when I’m easily overcome
with appreciation for my five senses
a multitude of prompts can trigger reactions
that tingle to the depths of my being
the sound of wind chimes
in the summer breeze
be it metal bamboo sea shells or glass
the sight of sunflower fields
as far as the eye can see
the sudden aroma of lilac
afloat on a puff of air
the taste of delightful raindrops
upon my parted lips
the feel of a soft purring cat
desiring nothing more than a caress
my soul lives for these gifts
AP: 1st place 2020, Honorable Mention 2021, Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on July 24, 2018 for contest FIVE SENSES sponsored by VIV WIGLEY - RANKED 4TH
A dog that gave a barking sound.
A girl that ran to her mum.
She tell’s her mum can I sleep here today.
Her mum agrees they sleep together in a cold night.
A puff of air that disappeared.
The girl see’s it she tries to wake her mum up.
Mum it’s here again the puff of air.
The dog left the house and never came back.
Snow flakes fall softly
scattered all over the ground,
tiny footprints I see
outside my back door; all around.
They go around the trees
down my long driveway,
up to my front door
and where the swing gently sways.
Throughout my garden box
in my snow covered backyard,
footprints are all over the place
my gnomes are standing guard.
I see a small puff of air
from behind one of the trees,
the Fairies are out playing
I sure hope they don't freeze.
Evergreens are completely covered
in the fresh fallen snow,
Winter's breath is here again
flakes fall to and fro.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Jan.13/2016
I was walking down the street one night
I see people staring out their window’s frames
Looking tired and lonely in the night
Most in every single day
We stumbled in the dark clouds of life
This universe is beautiful & large
The power can give us everything
Each star is a dream hanging in the sky
Each star is a prayer waiting to be answered
Have you ever thought of it?
The wind is not just a vacant puff of air
The power can send your prayer into the open sky
And turned your hope into a sparkling star
To brighten up the dark sky
To give you a comfort night
I don’t care how far this loneliness will take me
I don’t care how long ‘till I found what I’m looking for
‘Coz I got soul to love more
And I got life to learn more
I was walking down the street one night
I see people staring out their window’s frames
Looking tired and lonely in the night
Most in every single day
We stumbled in the dark clouds of life
This universe in beautiful & large
The power can give us everything
Each star is a dream hanging in the sky
Each star is a prayer waiting to be answered
Have you ever thought of it?
The wind is not just a vacant puff of air
The power can send your prayer into the open sky
And turned your hope into a sparkling star
To brighten up the dark sky
To give you a comfort night
I don’t care how far this loneliness will take me
I don’t care how long ‘till I found what I’m looking for
‘Coz I got soul to love more
And I got life to learn more
No one left in the world I know
No family or friend only me
So soon from home removed to here
This little room is now my home
No light from out enter upon
Would not matter for I can't see
Words lost in air no one to find
No matter what spoke won't be clear
Gentle hand softly smooth my hair
Faint puff of air across my cheek
Breath of flowers blanket my bed
Someone has come to be with me
take it all back to the silent wonders of god's thoughts
take it all back to bold decisions addressed by smaller beings
take it all back to simple love with violent repercussions
throw away all tones and manners with crude beginnings
throw away all animosity towards future posterity
throw away all symptoms of your second nature
flee from every urge to run with yesterdays self
flee from the shady demons lurking in all the crevices of your mind
flee from the ruin of the outlook of past days
find faith in all minuscule successes
find a puff of air with relief held in its make up
find your core and make sure its still got a pulse