Best Quietens Poems
On a grassy bank beside a trickling stream
I view her ebony locks of which I've dreamed
Naked she is bathing in translucent crystal clear
As I long for her shapes to shadow me near
This short distance between us in natures surround
For soon we will be in clinch on her sacred ground
Whilst all around there are sounds of wildlife lush
It leaves you in marvel as it quietens to a hush
I turn my head in this most dreamy of place
As I capture her beauty that nature has graced
The cooling waters from the pure running stream
Cascades down her body this fluid supreme
Her ebony locks down her body caress
Naked to bare we have no need to undress
On a blanket of tartan we kneel down as I dry
My love, my lady as we look into our eyes
Shaped undulations awaken thoughts in my mind
As I lightly touch my dreams start to unwind
Our adventurous hands now in wandering roam
Amidst the greens and colours in this harvest home
Beneath the blue, two torsos in mix
Feelings of desire have us joined in transfix
Pleasurable movements like soft rolling waves
Cresting in the breeze as we internally crave
Our love heightens in joyous serenade
By the stream beside the meadow, our love displayed
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I lie back in the weather-proofed green chair
To gaze up at the flowering maple tree.
Now, touched by sun,lungs full of scented air
I embrace with joy the beauty I now see.
Old celandine show brightly by my feet
Neglected currant bushes straggle round the path
There is no birdsong yet a silence sweet
Soothes my heart and quietens my wrath.
For my heart's sore and anguished is my mind
Yet in this little wood I feel deep calm.
My eyes are shadowed and my face is lined.
May this green spring bring me a gentle balm.
For even in depression and deep grief,
The mind makes healing medicine of a leaf.
This worrying view
Today on earth
Is it the end of life
For all it's worth
An angry sky
Overhead
Cold blues
Atmosphere dead
Clouds of gas
From interstellar space
Stratosphere breached
Alien face
But out of the hue
A face in the clouds
Nebula seeker
Her shroud crowds
This nebulae
Of particle dust
Energy of gas
The seeker combusts
Angry exchange
In our skies above
Two galactic entities
Hemispherical shove
As the sky quietens
A bright star dares
To reveal it's place
As we look up and stare
Calmness oozes
As the seeker sleeps
Gentle rains fall
The sky in tribute weeps
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Sitting watching a June summer king establish his reign over hazy hills and dusty dales,
I could just hear a sharpened scythe's ring across green fields cutting away at the corn,
With the hustle and bustle of the annual hay-harvesters bringing home a brand new season,
Happy sunburned workers work the open fields gazing skywards smiling at the noonday sun.
Hay hangs out to dry in the trees of the narrow footpath's and down haw thorny little lanes,
Everything now prepared and Mr.Summer rolls up his sleeves working to help with harvesting,
Each person delighting in deep cool grass in the shaded part an abstract of lovely flowers,
Then paddle in a cool stream washing the chaff dust from feet thus ending a hard days work.
The shadows of leaves dance along the streams a silhouette waltzes upon the silvery water,
Lovely azure crowfoot salutes from a bank to a forget-me-not an old friend from last year,
A purple compfrey dips its leaves to sweeten the water joined by a warm and gentle breeze,
The birds sing from the trees and in the hedgerows while the nightingale tweets a sad tune.
On trees chestnuts begin to grow and acorns young and green sitting in their little cups,
The nuts from the hazel and the apples on trees in orchards promise a ripe autumn harvest,
Gooseberries for pies, currants and strawberries ripen growing in the hedges of old lanes,
June has taken his fair turn making spring shoots grow strong, ready for the later fruits.
The cuckoo departs and glow worms emerge on a summer's night and glows a tiny little glow,
Along heath and over the meadows across landscaped fields dotted with pretty wild flowers,
The June summer heat gives strength to nature making grass lime green next to red poppies,
As the summer harvest quietens the work nearly done people rest and reflect on golden mead's.
Listen to the distant call of the laughing Kookaburras,
no longer raucous as distance fades.
The evening sky, quietly blushing pink,
caressed with whispering, transparent clouds.
Such is the beauty, the imagination, of Nature,
as it quietens your heart and slows your pulse.
What-ever else can quieten your soul?
as your rhythm slows, and night time calls.
A quiet heart sees, what no other sees,
gently, slowly, understanding Nature's gift.
A gift of wonder and amazing themes,
to mesmerize and tranquillize, to show us peace.
A peaceful heart bears no malice, or ill will,
it complements the soft imaginings of Nature's way.
The way for all to understand the reason why,
that Nature loves and teaches our heart its knowing ken.
The Kookaburras now obeying Nature's call,
that blushing sky no longer shaded blushing pink.
All's quiet, we can feel now, our heart beating slow,
time now, to lay our quietness down to sleep.
The Auld Yin.
The scorching soil seemed seamless
For the drooping-headed ones
Tongues tell the tales
The thirsty throats fail to utter:
Spotted, sored, nightmarish
Gazing at the slowly sliding soil
Stars of the faces are dimmed,
Lighting no more the darkening dreams
Feeding no more the wearying wings
Yet the oasis lies near
Its beckoning shimmer heave
Behind the mist of frustration
Its whispering waves die
At the gate to the fallen flags
That hang from the drooping heads
If only…
The stars could shine
The flags could rise,
But the oasis never quietens
As long as the heart beats,
The oasis never quietens
The eastern seaboard
Of the United States
As the sisters three
Evil dictates
Population massed
As the floods rise
Lands disappearing
Is the earth in demise
In typical fashion
We fight amongst ourselves
For higher ground
A higher shelf
Woman and children
Allegedly first
Money changes
It's the size of the purse
The frenzy quietens
As the sisters appear
Dressed in death
Many thousands in fear
Families scatter
Trampled under
Human stampede
Bodies asunder
As they slaughter in spree
The government acts
Maybe this time
They will believe the facts
The NORAD Complex
In the Cheyenne Mountain
A solution in discussion
This time, one we can count on
Hidden in it's hangers
Are weapons so great
For these sisters three
Will learn their fate
Around the table
The orders are given
To save our planet
From it's impending midden
Three Kestrel fighters
From a war torn past
Will have on board
A lifeline to cast
On this morning of thought
Our pilots of thee
From our silo's launched
To protect the world from the three
Their Ritual in the Forest followed by The Three Events >
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"Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all,
but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary
as bread in the pockets of the hungry." ~Mary Oliver.
Poetry is like the ripples in a placid pond,
Like the burst of inspiration…
Seize its beauty before everything quietens down.
Nimble-footed, the poetic muse,
barrels down on you like the runaway train,
Like the moment of passion,
Like the glimpse of a beautiful face
in the milling crowd,
Like the flash of lightning
in the dark foreboding clouds,
Like taking a dip in the flaming lava
and emerging fresh like a well-watered lawn.
She ensnares you in her web
stinging like a wasp…
Dazed, you would let her lead you
into a labyrinth knowing you’ll get lost.
Unable to woo your muse
you would stare stupefied
at the blank sheet of paper,
Like getting fatally stabbed and unable to die,
Like running out of paints just
moments before completing your masterpiece.
Poetry is the staple of life
Elixir of mind
At once, captivating and liberating.
~11/19/22
~Contest: Poetry is a life-cherishing force
~Sponsor: Sotto Poet.
As darkness descends and the sun bows her glow
Starlings flock in multitude search
To perch and roost as their day is done
Sporadic lights appear all around
As if humans have come to life
Their shadows glance past translucent spaces
Sky diamonds appear through the blackening expanse
As solid surfaces glisten, created by solid deposition
of water vapour from saturated air
The roaring of modern man quietens
As if by magic a sereneness blankets my space
Distant noises allow me to know life is forever there
As i lie absorbing the sounds of silence
My heavy eyes concede to the gravity of tiredness
As i drift into a world of endless open doors
By: Ckolwethu Mthethwa
For this poetry serves as my medication...
A Prescription I take so in my mind there can be a separation
Between what's real and my overthought delusions
Best part Is I can never overdose on these stanzas
My soul consumes them infinitely, still my body stands
For this poetry serves as my therapist
It knows my struggles and it shows me sympathy
It has mastered the skill of empathy
I come to it heavy with stresses,
but after a one on one my problem tank empties
Pop pills and heal your body, your heart and mind remain in turmoil
I turn a page, and allow my pen to spit at it the venom from my thoughts and feelings.
My breathing slows and the tension in my muscles eases
My brain quietens and my heart relaxes
Unlike the pills you pop
This poetry serves to heal the body and soul
Sedating me without risk of a seizure
Bringing me peace beyond measure
Making me stay calm under all this pressure.
The moon rises like a vacant memory
In the pitch black skies
That sabotage my mind.
Demons are inside my head
They fill my mind with lies
They tease,
They flaunt,
They float,
They haunt,
They make me want to break the ties.
Darkness closes in on me
Drowning me in blame.
It strips me of my sanity
And fills me full of shame.
I want to hide,
I want to cry,
I want to scream,
I want to die.
This bitterness I feel inside
Is nothing short of hate.
But there’s nothing left
That I can do
But sit around and wait.
Waiting for something better
Or waiting for something worse.
Anything will really do as long as it releases me
From this dreaded curse.
Please help me
Help me forget my pain
Take away my hurt
And let me lead my life.
Fix my broken heart
That stills,
The needs,
That bleeds,
That kills.
Only you.
You can make my pain go away.
Your soft touch melts the barrier around my heart,
Your warm eyes calm the fear in my head.
Your gentle nature quietens my raging soul.
I need you;
To have me,
To hold me,
To help me,
Please help me.
A cold wind shreds
into moans
through the gritted branches
of apple trees then quietens
to a yawn rippled
across the waters of a lake.
Further up the valley,
half the trees have been uprooted
and mounded into bonfires
that smoulder through
a moonless night.
Nearby, long lines of traffic
pass on a highway where
lives, cocooned in comfort,
barrel by through drifts of smoke.
One hundred years ago
and a hemisphere away,
young men from here
stood propped in trenches
in fear of a more
lethal smoke.
Folded over
a bypassed road, an avenue
of trees commemorate the dead.
Each bears a weathered plaque.
A century on, the names
have been hollowed out
and no longer live in a memory
housed in the mind of a parent,
wife or child. Come April,
in the pre dawn mist,
they are lifted high above
their earthly station to become
the saints of a secular nation.
The bars of my self made prison tremble
My world begins to shake
Nothing is as it seems
The cracks in the cage grow larger
I start to sink
Enveloped by the darkness
The light begins to dim
The darkness welcomes me like an old friend
I dont fight it anymore
I allow the darkness to wash over me
To consume me
To swallow me up
How can you extinguish that which did not exist
My fight had been beaten from me long ago
My world has been blown to bits so often its barely whole itself
The world cannot save me now
Nobody can save me
Time for everyone to turn a blind eye
To pretend that your coping and doing well
Pretend,
their good at that
Ignoring what’s right in front of them
Conceal it
Cover it up
Brush over the imperfections
Bruises fade right?
The world will go on with or without you
I hold no significance In this place iv wandered aimlessly for 30 years
Down trodden and back stepping
Apologising for things that weren’t my fault
Fighting battles that weren’t my own
Setting up home in these cages all my life
Just swapping one prison for another
This one il not escape
I am my own prison
My mind is dark
My thoughts are all consuming and scary
There’s no way out
Nothing silences the evil
Nothing quietens the fear
How do you erase the darkest parts of you?
Furious purple pen
Seeking sassy strawberries
A black fly in the coffee
The pen waits and waits
In case a gale grows and gathers
Sticks to shake the branches
Fervent pink pomegranate
Offers a warm handshake
Pen quietens
The poem crystallizes
"Boundless are the blessings of benevolent lord bestowed upon humans! "
Almighty is my best friend.
Bestows bountiful blessings on me everyday.
Carefully crafts my full life and it's happenings.
Desires my emancipation and works towards it with dedication.
Enlightens me with the knowledge of absolute.
Faith I have is maintained steady by him.
Grateful I am to him for bestowing me with human life.
High hopes of salvation I have for he is so benevolent.
Incessantly he works for absolving my sins.
Journey do far wouldn't have been possible without him.
Kind he has been to me ever since I can recollect.
Loves me selflessly for I am his part.
Merciful he is, forgives me every time.
Never an error in his justice can be seen.
Often overtly helpful towards me.
Perfectly he has crafted me and my life.
Quietens my wavering mind with uplifting thoughts.
Restores my faith back whenever I loose it.
Simply amazing are his acts.
Touches my life with countless blessings everyday.
Under his care I feel protected.
Verily he is everything for me here.
Wishing to be besides him to serve him.
Xenomorphic form of him I wish to see.
Yearning of my soul one day I am confident he will fulfil.
Zealous of merging with him with zeal and enthusiasm.
Note: This muse fills me with peace and joy. Thanks for the beautiful contest and topic.
2nd position