Best Quicken Poems
I watched a weeping willow
Dancing with a summer breeze
A timeless dance of lovers
They'd rehearsed for centuries
The zephyr would excite her
With his warm southwesterlies
She'd gently sway both to and fro
So playfully she'd tease
Her intermittent whispers
And a rustle of her leaves
Oft times would leave him breathless
Their intensity would ease
I felt my heartbeat quicken
As I rose from on my knees
Then quietly, just like I came
Slipped back into the trees.
Categories:
quicken, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
I stare at my ceiling,
I start to wonder, why am I not healing?
Then it dawns on me,
The nightmare clip starts to roll.
I shake and shiver and wince at every little thing.
I'm scared to death,
What does this all mean?
I start to cry,
I feel as if I might die.
Then I grab my blade,
The tears come quicker.
My breath starts to quicken,
My grip on the blade makes my knuckles turn white.
In the mirror is where I see that my ivory skin is now blotchy and red.
I tell myself, "This may be the last time, if you finally cut deep enough."
So I try my best not to make a sound
As I sit up in bed and hold my wrist out in front of me.
I count to three,
One,
I put the blade to my wrist.
Two,
I start to add pressure.
Three,
I yank the blade across my skin,
It pierces and then I start to bleed.
I suddenly want it to stop,
But there's no going back now.
I wonder why it came to this,
I know nobody cares about me,
I know nobody is going to forget me.
Quietly I say, "I'm sorry."
But nobody is there,
No one will ever be.
I start to fade out of this world,
My addiction would finally be gone,
And so would I.
I was lost,
Lost and angry.
Suddenly, it was gone,
I woke up screaming.
The pain was oh-so real.
Categories:
quicken, addiction, anger, conflict, dark,
Form:
Free verse
What men want
Pretty, dangerous things
Things that smell sweet
Things that bite
Things that quicken their hearts
They think that’s what they want
Until they don’t
Until they lose what they have
Until they realize
Realize that appetites are dangerous
Appetites devour
Appetites destroy
What men want
Is to go home again
to be with a woman who loves them
A woman who respects them
A woman who adores them
But she no longer exists
She has seen his treachery
She sees what he lacks
She now despises him
What women want
He no longer possesses
Men search for heaven
While making their way to hell
Her fury aids him on his way.
Submitted to John Hamilton’s Free Verse contest.
Categories:
quicken, addiction, angst, desire,
Form:
Free verse
As you ponder each turn that has landed you here,
taut tempo will quicken and frail futures loom near.
Take one somber moment, step away from the din:
The voyage, the detours, the past and what's been.
You look back behind you to retrace every mile.
It bring tears of regret and the trace of a smile.
Hang on first, then let go, due to whimsy or age.
What you keep in the end is the test of a sage.
Fools still ignore the supreme ticks of the clock,
in each change in fashion, embraced by the flock.
Walk on and ignore them, don't bother to chide,
these pathetic lemmings swept away by the tide.
Peer off in the distance as you fight off the chill.
You must climb still further to the top of the hill.
Play the tailor to time, cut and trim, make it fit.
Find the time in your life. Take time to enjoy it.
Categories:
quicken, introspection, life, philosophytime,
Form:
Quatrain
Watery eyed thoughts came,
Zap! Pow! a short circuited brain.
Inward turned burned ocular pain,
too many thoughts to restrain
I’m a cheap sheep making my mistakes again.
Smell my seared wool going down the drain.
Ba, ba, blackishly wishing I was right as rain.
Words accessed by my fingertips
help to quicken my sheepish heartbeat
Yet I bang on my keyboard, DELETE, DELETE!
Ripping out digital scores, sheet by sheet.
Never once listening to what other sheep bleat.
Instead I feel my brain draining
as my barnyard thoughts are straining
I can’t translate what they’re saying.
It sounds to much like blah blah complaining.
I’m watching you fake shepherd boy,
black sheep never sleep
into the darkness we’re destined to creep.
Sad sadistic secrets you’ve burdened us to keep
So we push our charred thoughts way down deep,
as we travel paths dangerous and steep.
Within the silence of the lambs,
you devilishly relish hearing us weep.
While I admire fleece as white as snow.
I’m not inclined to go where those sheep go.
Their path leads to your fictional rainbow.
They’re not safe just because they travel slow.
The True Shepherd wouldn’t lead them to and fro
I listen to my uneasy queazy feeling
and exit your proverbial row.
I wish I could stop them too
but, ba ba ba, to the slaughter they go.
For Wow Me Poetry Contest entered August 26, 2019.
Written August 21, 2019
Re-entered in John Hamilton’s N/A contest
Categories:
quicken, angst, anxiety, betrayal, child
Form:
Rhyme
continued.......
In his bed she hears him approach with long strides.
The covers are over her head as she pretends to hide.
With one swift yank she is left naked and bare.
Meeting his eyes in a longing appreciative stare.
In his bed he falls swiftly into her welcoming arms.
With a fiery passionate kiss he surrenders to her womanly charms.
She hungers for him like she has for no other.
Just being with him sends her into a delicious shudder.
In his bed she helps him out of his clothes as quickly as she can.
Wanting to feel his skin touching hers yet once again.
She marvels at his physique, he is a feast for her eyes.
She can never get enough of him no matter how much she tries.
In his bed she gives his nipple a lick, then a gentle bite.
Her hand grasps his hardness, they both are filled with delight.
She lowers herself and teases him deliberately with her tongue.
The music that they make together has only just wondrously begun.
In his bed he pulls her gently away, for he is on the verge.
He does not want any waiting time before they finally merge.
His eyes light up as they take in each and every curve.
A giggle escapes her lips as she sweetly whispers....."self serve!"
In his bed he is overcome with hunger, his eyes fill with lust.
His lips trail kisses down her arms before they settle on her bust.
Up and down each leg, not a spot he wants to miss.
He feels her body twitch and tremble from each perfectly placed kiss.
In his bed she feels his tongue lascivious lick her inner thigh.
She marvels at his patience, he is unlike any other guy.
She lets out a gasp as he zooms in on the right spot.
He deftly uses his tongue and lips, shy he is not.
In his bed he hears her breath quicken and feels her body shake.
If this is a dream, then he hopes he'll never wake.
He covers her body with his and miraculously they become one.
The pleasure so immense and they only just begun.
Categories:
quicken, passionlonging, body, giggle,
Form:
Rhyme
To enchant the eye and tickle the tongue
with levels of nuance like well-aged wine,
to engage the ear and limber the lungs
as sea winds seasoned with fragrance of brine.
To hearten the soul or tear it apart,
to start with a sigh and end with a gasp,
to sharpen the mind and quicken the heart,
to aim one's reach to outdistance the grasp.
To roar like a lion and ever stand fast,
to bring out smiles and mitigate pain,
to tell the legends of histories past,
and teach their mistakes, not do them again.
© May 26, 2015
Categories:
quicken, art, poems, poetry,
Form:
Quatrain
My eyes wide open, all I see is Ebony
A white hot Light, to the left : "to the Past"
A Heavenly bright White Light to the right "to the Present"
I know the path of the past : I live it every day
Holding LENORE’S hand entwined to Forever ,Forever
Her Heart and mine beating as one for Eternity
A Loving Kiss : Heavenly Bliss : Teardrops’ Mist
I walk the path to the right, toward the Heavenly Light
The mirage I see, behind the White Light, unhued colors, unformed shapes
I quicken my pace and run toward the place where I can see LENORE again
She sits there , braiding Her long auburn hair , Emerald Eyes glistening with tears
“LENORE” ; whispered from my mouth , why so sad; we are together again Forever
She puts Her finger to my lips “shh my Heartbeat My LOVE, My LIFE , ALWAYS
You are here only for a minuscule of time, You have to go back It is not your time”
We embrace I feel the warmth of Eternal LOVE : a Heavenly glow on Her Angelic Face
We kiss, memories of a distant past flood my mind I remember the sweetness of her lips
LENORE fades away: No , NO , Noooh then I awake to the glare of Hospital lights
Shimmering off the tears streaming down my cheeks
Categories:
quicken, death, life, love, wife
Form:
Free verse
A little in love
is all that I'll be
maybe I'll fall
just a degree
Maybe I won't
melt when he smiles
maybe my hope
won't run for miles
Maybe my world
won't encircle his face
maybe my heart
won't quicken its pace
Maybe his words
won't brazenly glow
maybe my nervous
worship won't show
Maybe he won't
counsel clandestine meetings
maybe his touch
won't be so fleeting
Maybe my mind won't be dazzled and meek
maybe my will won't be hollow and weak
Maybe I'll excuse his passion-borne bruises
maybe I'll use the face that he uses
A little in love
is all I'll concede
but love can be lies
fools like me believe.
3/16/18
Categories:
quicken, betrayal, dark, desire, heartbreak,
Form:
Rhyme
autumn fills sparse spaces we occupy,
seasonal change that closes in like shutters
briskly paced days of chilling charm
leaves dropping like wooing words of fidelity
leaves that flatten the ground in patterns
displacement
in re-configuring trees
purposeful moves to rake stained prints of color into piles
rhythmic strokes that quicken in musty air
tedious chore to some
to me, contemplation
buoyant day dreams
my raked pile of impressions
leaves tumbling over the ground like memories
of lost days
some marked by brown edges with black blotches
some colored vibrant, in reds and yellows
like victory
I drop backwards into a stacked pile
autumn's luminous shred
ragged cohorts
withering in traces of unease
that touches me like absence
I rise up
gaze at the approaching clutch
when clouds weigh the shambling sky in gray
when cyclic tales take green to red-flamed lineage
capricious leaves
fall
in the irrefutable tow of change
Poem composed: September 13/2022
Categories:
quicken, 6th grade, autumn, change,
Form:
Free verse
Daylight fades, a city pulsates, and traffic is reflected in store windows.
Hurrying headlights come out of the darkness.
They crisscross like dueling knights. People in the crosswalk scamper
as if squirrels and streetlights leer gleaming yellow eyes, like watchful hawks.
The shrill trumpets of the charging gale force winds, rattle an awning,
and newly planted maple saplings bend and sway
in random pairs. Set in concrete planters, they hang on by tender rooted toes.
Pages of a discarded newspaper are hurled into the air,
buoyed on the steely breath of a frigid winter evening.
Several leaflets scatter into the street and down the sidewalk,
into the path of one lone pedestrian.
He slaps away the sports page, that flies into his chapped, red face.
Without hesitation, this castaway vagrant, down and out
by the rape of hard times, will accept an offered dime,
from a passing man in a Red Sox ball cap.
Head bent low, face hidden, a worn and dirty pea coat
pulled tightly around his thin frame, he carries all his meager belongings
in a large paper grocery bag, wrinkled and beginning to tear.
Serving as his satchel, the brown bag, damp and worn,
still displays big bold red and black letters
advertising "Smart and Final Grocery"--"Located in Three Convenient Locations".
A city bus roars by, splashing through three days of rain,
and a siren and a blaring horn is heard from the next block.
The dark silhouetted outcast, stops for a moment,
peers into a sidewalk trash receptacle, then continues slowly down the sidewalk.
A taxi pulls up along the curb behind him, and the attractive couple,
dressed in evening wear, emerge, pay for their taxi, and arm in arm,
enter Mario's Italian Restaurant, the brick bistro
that sits on the corner of Broadway and 1st.
It begins to rain again, and across the street people open umbrellas
and like the afore mentioned squirrels, they scurry home to supper.
The lone man walks in the rain, his pace doesn't quicken, his voice never spoken,
a spirit broken, ............ his sack held together by circumstance.
A passerby takes a brief glance...just a quick, chanced moment,
to take notice of "Smart and Final's" last stance.
Categories:
quicken, peoplepeople, red, city, people,
Form:
Prose Poetry
When she smiled at him ----
the world could wait,
with its myriad of contradictions
and infinite postures to feigned joy;
there could be no deceit in her light....
That gorgeous assurance that he was as alive
as the vast heartbeat of the cosmos;
what a whetted pulse to quicken and burst
upon the shoulders of stars,
and saddle comets to flame....
ride the rays of the sun....
As a child again under the spell of ice cream,
shiny-toy and heroic dream;
the world could wait,
(when she smiled at him)
Categories:
quicken, allegory, beauty, metaphor, romance,
Form:
Free verse
As an aureolin daybreak streams through the window,
I waken to the face of my beloved in wisteria repose.
Long locks of charcoal hair, silver-streaked,
have fallen through the night across his tranquil face.
Tenderly I move them to the side,
then gently stroke his cheek.
His eyes flutter open, revealing bright turquoise.
Those amazing eyes probe the emerald depths of mine.
Then reaching out, he pulls me to his chest.
In his arms I am smooth magnolia
against his taut and sturdy trunk.
Next to his heart, I can hear its steadfast pulse begin to quicken.
Persimmon, our excitement blossoms.
I taste his eager mouth and start to move my hips.
His lips and his fingers know my secret places and desires.
They travel, feather soft, along my body.
Fantastic will be the crescendo to our crimson climax
followed by the lingering in its aftermath
of fuchsia bliss.
Written March 12, 2016
Color shades used: for yellow/ aureolin; for purple/wisteria; for black/ charcoal;
for grey/ silver; for blue/ turquoise; for green/ emerald; for white/ magnolia; for
orange/ persimmon; for red/ crimson; for pink/ fuchsia
Categories:
quicken, passion,
Form:
Romanticism
Quiet moments of our deep love
trickling through the evening rivulet of moon
alight as softly as the dove
…as I dream
Your breath so close to my face
fervently seeking passion’s safe harbor
leading your lips and setting the pace
…as I dream
Your bold touch fulfilling its dearth
charting the curvatures of my being
docks as a ship finding her berth
…as I dream
I quicken and offer safe port
inviting your entry and sheltered mooring
as in true life, I am your willing consort
…as I dream
Categories:
quicken, dream, emotions, feelings, love,
Form:
Rhyme
I unbutton your shirt slowly
gently brushing my
hand over your bare chest
your intake of breath
quicken with every touch
finally I remove your shirt,
your pants follow in quick succession
that all too familiar urges is back…
I so much want to forge ahead
do all the things we use to do
but I stop midway
as the picture of
the two of you
in “our” bed
flashes in front of me,
it's been haunting me for days…
"Stick to the plan"
I think to myself
I play with your hands,
rubbing them slowly between mine,
before taking your hands
and using the handcuffs
to impale them to the bedposts…
From the stunned look
on your face,
I can see you didn't expect this,
words dried up
as the whip comes out
from under the bed,
your eyes pleading
without saying a word
as the first lash
connects with your chest
the scream you utter
is like music to my ears...
*I probably had some twisted thought going on in my head a year ago*
Categories:
quicken, fantasy, imagination,
Form:
Narrative