Best Quells Poems
Brisk breezes chilled us, we picked up our pace
That night we strolled beneath the harvest moon
And how I wish right now we could embrace
Your warm arms sheltered me like a cocoon
Your deep voice singing “Strangers in the Night”
I laughed as we’d been friends some eighteen years
Our spirits danced; I would not show my fright
But worried soon nothing would stop my tears
For I knew then that God was calling you
Your cancer-ravaged body, oh so thin
Now I have lonely nights in which to rue
The loss of one who seemed to be my twin
On autumn nights when moonbeams light the stage
Your shadow dances still and quells my rage
Categories:
quells, friendship, loss,
Form:
Sonnet
I am a girl,
Everyone sees it.
I graciously accept the label,
Twirling in a girls spool,
And playing it up for others.
Sometimes I feel an itch,
In a place I can't reach.
There are times when it quells,
When my voice cracks,
And I am somewhere else.
Where my hair is to my neck,
And my voice bellows.
But I am brought back to reality,
Because I am a girl.
He comes out again,
Stilling me when girls are asked to line up,
Twitching when a teacher asks for a 'strong boy',
I hold him back,
A slap on the wrist,
A prisoner in a cell.
But in the deepest of my thoughts,
I am free,
Completely and utterly.
He is with me,
Unchained,
But it ends every morning I wake.
I step out of the shower,
Hair cascading down,
As I stand in front of my reflective captor,
A deep rumbling comes from inside me,
And he bubbles up to the surface,
Itching and scraping at my soul.
I claw at the confines of my chest,
And he bursts out like dynamite,
Sparks flowing,
Tingles of electricity follow my nerves,
And I truly see him,
Staring back at me,
He smiles softly and my eyes open wide,
The words linger on the tip of my tongue,
But they stay rooted in my brain,
As him and I both realize,
I am a boy.
Categories:
quells, boy, gender, girl, teenage,
Form:
Free verse
The mischievous Sandman runs a con game each night
After all the youngsters are safely tucked away
He dances into my room like an elfin sprite
He seizes my hand, tries to lure me outside to play
Then he’s bored on my shoulder at the computer
Threatens to throw pixie dust into sleepy eyes
Quells my muse like a discourteous intruder
I’ve attempted to handle him with a compromise
Just let my muse roam free for a couple of hours
For at this time of night, fantasies flow smoothly
But he feels the need to boast of superpowers
And when I ask for time, he glares gloomily
It’s three in the morning and I should be asleep
This nightly visitor has grown to be a pest
Distaste continues to grow for this pesky creep
And the sandman scowls when I say, “Give it a rest!”
*Entry for Deb’s Fantasy Land Contest
April 29, 2011
Categories:
quells, fantasymuse,
Form:
Rhyme
The breath of breeze grows shrill and births a song
as racing billows crowd the edge of skies;
upon their nimbus brows a face forlorn
and in its midst the flash of angry eyes.
Percussion pounds the walls and taps the snare,
reverberation echoes all around,
while swept within its breath, a sultry air
whose mournful moans within the din abound.
But then a quiet quells the tumult's roar,
as silent cirrus feathers drift on high
where wistful thoughts are dreamt and eagles soar
among the clouds where children's wishes fly.
No sunset's slip nor rainfall rhythm heard
could feign escape when poet's muse is stirred.
Categories:
quells, poetry,
Form:
Sonnet
Tonight the golden glow of stars and the crescent moon's silver light are far more beautiful than mankind has the right to behold. The Creator, with loving kindness, illuminates the darkness of the night sky with celestial brilliance.
flickering colors
aurora borealis
dancing northern lights
Nature's palette paints pastel hues of peach each dawn, and lavender veils in the sky at dusk. Our eyes are awed by Autumn's gifts as leaves wear coats of many colors. Scarlet, cinnamon, russet, and all shades in between, tumble from branches onto the ground.
glimmering sunrise
dimming light in twilight skies
leaves in Autumn's breeze
Fields of heather and blue bonnets in bloom give off their scents of sweet perfume. A redwood tree soaring high, is the perfect place for an eagle's nest. These visions I behold and thank God for giving mankind such an array of wondrous things.
waterfalls cascade
love songs of a meadowlark
nature on display
It's all kept in check with a balance at His command. Tides ebb and flow, dew quenches the thirst of flora and fauna, the sun spreads its warmth over the land, and a deluge quells deserts and plains after a drought.
waves crash on the beach
cactus blooms in desert sands
harmony in life
August 23, 2020
Let the Pens Flow - Haibun Contest
Sponsored by: Jenish Somadas
Categories:
quells, beauty, nature,
Form:
Haibun
Be your own fearless poet!!
Slide down the cool,rushing
waterfall of your own words.
Turn off all the comments!!
Be the sole keeper and master
of your beautiful works.
You, and only you know the deep,
velvety softness of your poem's
meaning.
If you truly, truly know this,
getting no comments is not a
thing to set you reeling.
The warmth and love of God's
support is always there first.
It quells your divine thirst!
Surcease from looking to run llike
a madman, always to be the best.
You are already a top winner in
His poetry contest.
In fact, to God, you are,and always
will be, His most unique, P.O.T.D!
He loves you,yes you,unconditionally!
Panagiota Romios
August 31, 2019
Categories:
quells, courage, god, inspiration, motivation,
Form:
Rhyme
God is the deity I have been taught from young to respect,
An all-powerful light, streaming down, which I can always detect.
He is Omnipotent, a light of miracles, our almighty everlasting King,
God is my light Supreme, and with, faith, hope and praises,
To Him I sing.
He is unconquerable, invincible, His love like a radiant light
Shining within us, like THE Christmas star so calming
And so celestially bright.
God is unconquerable, absolutely not vulnerable
His Omnipotence quells my fears, lights my way, He’s invincible.
Light and good is our Omnipresent God, He is always with me,
God for me is all knowing.
I always try to follow the path of light and pray joyfully
With all the faithful.
Have your stairway to heaven clear, and your senses wakeful,
Our Lord God our maker is omniscient, He is all seeing,
His light is far-reaching, and for me ever comforting
I turn to him with prayer in any hour of grief, His light
Brings me peace, love and light all encompassing.
Entering Contest:
The Light Poetry Contest
Sponsored By : Regina McIntosh
14th December 2020
Categories:
quells, god, heaven,
Form:
Free verse
I cry out; sinking neath life's shoals
Reaching within he lifts my heart
Taking count, cradling every part
Within his arms I am kept whole
Echoes of my pain resonate
He holds me close; he quells the hate
Catching each tear he makes a mold
Refusing to let go he waits
Holding tighter defying fate
Each piece he joins; those that life stole
Breathing strength through me I exhale
His hold still firm my heart still frail
Splintered shards fused; a complete soul
I stand once again and breathe life
Once more his lover, friend, and wife
I cry out; sinking neath life's shoals
Within his arms I am kept whole
Catching each tear he makes a mold
Each piece he joins; those that life stole
Splintered shards fused; a complete soul
07/13/2018
Categories:
quells, courage, love, marriage, recovery
Form:
Rhyme
~ Prepare my sons, a reckoning portends
in magnitude that quells our force at hand.
Lay low thy heads and pray the lance extends
beyond the sword thine enemies command.
Pray not to fear, for fear is but a chain
that fetters dread and shackles in disgrace.
Pray wounds from battle levy no disdain,
and in His name, let dying be with grace.
When death befalls, let valor lie in state
then gallantly release thy mortal strife,
pray heaven’s arms shall lead us to His gate
to lend our souls to everlasting life.
Behold the fury, face this foe as one,
for glory waits beyond the rising sun.
9-10-2020
Mark Toney
Marathon Contest 5
Categories:
quells, war,
Form:
Sonnet
Most nights I come and go in silence
offering temptation to a lover’s glance
Tonight I am the eerie guardian
of children in a mindless sugar-trance.
My narrow grin a rocking chair
for goblin, ghost or witch
My gentle breeze the harbinger
of creaky branches shadow-twitch.
I duck behind dark clouds to laugh
as darkness quells the crowd
then slowly drape their darting eyes
in a moonlit mystery cloud.
I spread my arms in arced embrace
for inclusion is my game
to cast the pilfered glow of sun
upon creeping creatures without name.
The urchin bands will thin and flee
the streets will clear, the voices fade
And I will smile in sated grin
upon this night the moon has made.
©9/27/2019
for Halloween Moon Poetry Contest
Categories:
quells, halloween, moon,
Form:
Personification
" ....They profess to know God, but by
their deeds they deny Him...."
------Titus 1/16
The old cracked church sat sleeping atop the hill,
yawning spire and bell,
the quells of forgotten voices past,
echo 'ere of failed prophetic cadence,
not a shadow of a saint.....
nor new revelation felt,
its brick and mortar fell,
stone by stone
Yet lay a shadow 'neath it's gaze,
(emptied old soul he was)
brambles for smitten tongue,
he begged in whipping wind,
rain for the tear-felt laments above;
if only love ----
could wake the bones of dead men,
this day of nights
There came thunder,
mighty rumbling rolls,
stirring ancient stone,
jostling bell and peal ----
the zealots drift to shadow,
no more ----
(torrid tongue)
will lift spirits this day of nights
There came hope just before eve,
golden carriage from Mr. Jones' keep;
whom but his very wheel alone----
could feed every soul far as the eye could see,
but nay
giving the lone beggar none his due,
passing him by for the church which sleeps....
(a bag of gold for yawning priest instead)
Nay,
the guilt of rich men has built this place
Written in 2012
Categories:
quells, corruption, giving, poverty, spiritual,
Form:
Classicism
Two sets of three words each
Each sets forces in motion
Mighty as mountains, vast as the ocean
The first set, "I give up"
All momentum it quells
The future, disrupts
The other, "I love you"
Walks you out on a limb
Your destiny magical; alternatively, grim
Utter these three words with the utmost care
Never with a wing; always with a prayer
Categories:
quells, analogy, care, love, words,
Form:
Couplet
Written: September 12, 2023
Ocean Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Ink Empress
“The sea is an underwater museum still awaiting its visitors.” – Phillip Diole
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In the endless expanse of the ocean's domain.
Calm, circumfluous crystal collides coiling terrain.
A bed of iridescence behests the view.
Turquoise riddles, azure feral, and true
Humpback whales waltz on the horizon stage.
Their majestic demeanor, the ocean's sage
Waves akin to a shroud, coral reefs below.
In a cerulean ebony, enigma utopia to know
Tidal waves waltz ripples in a twirling thunder.
Foams that fizz and fatuous horses canter under
An aphrodisiac shore, paradisal and grand.
Where quicksilver spume kisses saffron sands.
Barefoot on the shore, spate, and pelagic breeze
The brine in the breeze, a savor of the seas
Seaside pearls and garrulous nautical dreams
A seamount allure, where kelpies do gleam.
Waves wreck as cymbals, water splashes spray.
Unplumbed bedrocks where sunfish play.
Blase naiads and abysmal gaunt cries
In the abyss, the embrace of diastrophism rises.
Swell of the abyss, corrugated, and red.
Balboa sails in pits due to intricate coastal spread.
Nebulous littoral shores, worldly and true
In Japan splurge, a seabed quells the view.
With a caper and a queen, the gulf turns alive.
Natal seaboard, where nexus coldness does thrive.
Beyond the gloom, where ocean waves are silver,
Moonlight pulsates, spritzes, and yelps as a river.
Whipping and splashing, an aqua symphony
The ocean's orchestra in idyllic harmony
From abyss to surface, the music does swell.
A symphony of water, where stories do tell.
In the moonlit dusk, waves waltz and sway.
Their silvery, pellucid shimmer steers the way.
With every pulsating and splashing sound.
Ocean's placate melodies and quiddity abound.
Abyssal symphony is a seraphic sight.
Where nature's cynosure beauty bears flight.
Waves, akin to dancers, gracefully behoove.
In a rhythmic squirm, their sapidity grooves.
Susurrus slipshod secrets of the steep
Splashes of euphoria, sojourn, and sweep
A symphony of splendor, a chorus of grace
The ocean's melody is in every embrace.
2nd place contest winner
Categories:
quells, appreciation, beauty, deep, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Blank pages strewed high on my desk in pain,
For now, I heard the squelch of death again,
It had echoed from my emptied inkwells,
As dying words crept from a mind that quells,
Pilfered hands scrawl at piles for hopeful hints,
A gleam, as much as a sign to convince,
A broked stopped clock reminds that time does not,
And a muted bird still has what its got,
Rambled eyes of a place in disguises,
Shadows grow as my heart vaporizes,
My rhythmless moves just proved my resolve,
I heard the squelch of death again, evolve.
2019 September 14
Categories:
quells, allegory, analogy, fate, lost,
Form:
Rhyme
"Fire and Ice Love Duel"
fierce fire of love smoldered, melting chilled veins
frozen in tears from passion's masquerade game
a grieving heart shattered as glass windowpanes
ressurected by lovelight's intimate flame.
fire sparks lovers to trust words so gentle
as ice quells desires strong and sentimental.
elements contrast and hide deep affection
creates 'paradise' or blatant rejection.
*****
while embers glow softly, emotions renewed
scars from dark past wither into furnace heat
remnants of romance lost in feelings askewed
as tenderness begs to deny false repeat.
fire illuminates a wanton seared soul
for fire evokes magic moments to whole.
veniers of ice vanish in vapory mist
swallowed by love duel's eternal exist.
*****
*For Carol Sunshine Brown's Fire and Ice Contest.
*Written by: Linda-Marie The "Sweetheart" of P.S.
*Nov. 18, 2012.
Categories:
quells, love, fire, fire, love,
Form:
Rispetto