Best Quivering Poems
A quivering heart beats deep in my chest
I have a soul that will not rest
Until I save my damsel distressed
From the life that holds her repressed
Her love is shadowed with sorrow and pain
Her flower of life is feeling so drained
Her petals are dripping like tears in the rain
And her stem is bending from strain
I want to be the light of her day
The soft, gentle breeze that makes her sway
And pushes the clouds of her worries away
I want her to hear what I say
I want to stroke her soft, silky hair
And wipe away her deepened despair
To shine above her through unclouded air
And help her to know that I care
Rockman :-)
quivering dew drops
entrapped in silken cobweb...
buzz of a late fly
© kashinath karmakar 2011
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Placement: 1st; (Nov.2011)
Contest:Very Strict Haiku
Sponsor:Charles Henderson
By:kashinath karmakar
The quivering Rabbit lies upon the cold frozen ground
Ground of thorn thickets cockleburs and tall sun dried sage brown
The hidden openings rocky places it had played its escape
The hounds of death had chased it from these it thought safe
It had prior since run for its life from such numerous hounds
Each experience taught it that life won- is a daily round
But the older and wiser the rabbit became
The fatter and slower- thus the hounds did gain
Tattered flesh its hairs viewed plucked with red stains abound
The dogs of death have ceased their chasing madding sound
For this now dying rabbit- its death now does face
The quivering rabbit does pay for its mistakes
Breath the struggle- breath the riddled body desires
Breath of the last- till there is breath no more
The quivering rabbit stills upon the cold frozen ground
By Mark A. Goodson
Chest on bosoms tightly pressed,
As waists meet in dance of heat
To flare lust of evening’s touch---
Silhouettes cast dizzy frames
Burning pores from tango’s whip;
And quivers of motion rise
With abandoned cadences.
RHOMA EM
nette onclaud---Silhouette Of A Heptagonet
9 Nov 2014
You too would hide behind the hood if you only knew the truth How heroes where made in the naughty little Ham So let us begin the tell of Robin The quivering arrow of Sherwood Like the bird his points mostly hit the dirt or how many a time friar tuck had to duck and that the merry in Lincoln green’s looked more like an apple dumpling gang but England needed fame even if they couldn’t hit a thing Unlike a deer stagecoaches could be stopped thus introducing the true shot the woman behind the man Hidden by the curtain the arrows sing hitting their mark The lady of May plays distressed and seduction does the rest So nervous Robin feels like the Don of Nottingham To steal from the rich and give to the poor the plan Poor Marion so gifted in an age of man They would have been caught more than not by the Sheriff and his men if not for her true aim as blazing arrows hit their saddles with butts aflame The shaky quivering arrow gives them the slip Unbeknownst and it’s funny maid Marion should be on the throne
Love
quivers
like dew drops
on lotus leaves
blush vermilion tint
twilight gleam in eyes shine
locked looks in eternal bond
heart trembling fluttering craving
hands clasped, oblivious surrounding
home-coming birds in warm nest at sunset
Written on February 16, 2022
A Brian Strand Visual Poetry Contest
Syllables checked by HMS.com
Quivering when I'm all alone
From the misery locked away
Keeping me frozen to the bone
As my heart quietly decays
Hiding my true self from the world
Quivering when I'm all alone
My demons relentlessly furled
While I fight to keep them unknown
From all my sins I must atone
Or eternity spent in hell
Quivering when I'm all alone
Fearing loved ones I must dispel
Thanks to the secrets I harbor
Negative acts none would condone
Stripped of my internal armor
Quivering when I'm all alone
6/11/2017
Do quivering quails qualify for welfare? My child queried me.
I was startled at the question, it is interesting you can see.
What are quivering quails? I asked my quick-witted four-year-old.
I am not sure, but I read about them somewhere, he said big and bold.
What is quivering? I asked him, questioning what he had read.
I was pretty sure I had slipped my romance novel under my bed.
Quivering, you know, like this, he said, shaking his head and his teeth.
I was relieved to know he means shivering, relieved beyond relief.
Do you want to see what a quail is? I asked him, thinking he did not know.
He got down on his hands and knees, his hands were now quite low.
Pulled a wildlife animal book out from under his closet debris.
I did not remember ever reading this, but I must have, I could see.
There was a huge quail and it was shivering in the winter cold.
See? He said, all excited. His enthusiasm will never get stale or old.
I decided to stop my cleaning and pay attention to him that day.
Thirty years later, I am glad I also decided to bring out some blue clay.
For questioning four-year-olds who turn thirty-four grow up and go.
You can never get them back, no matter how much you desire, so….
Stop cleaning and vacuuming and pay attention to your little guys.
When they get married, they are whisked away before your eyes.
.
Slowly mine fingers did
incite her every whim
This petite darling
Smiled
as I slid mine digits
to her
hips
grasping firmly yes I
to engulf her lips
to increase her
quivering soft scream
as I with passion
kissed
You have never understood the fear in my voice, shaking and quivering, for life
i begged for my dad
dripping bloody,
pants, underwear running low dangling on my knees
"please pick me up, im..maiden lane..? i'm scared dad. it's dark. and i don't know where i am please.."
i cried
aching painfully,
"i'm on my way, stay right there. telephone box?"
"mhm.." i cried like dying dog.
the click of the phone as he hung up,
pained into my creeping silence
i swallowed into myself,
dripping in the puddle of blood,
that stains my underwear dangling at feet
i press for the pain to mellow but
of course, it doesn't
and blur my vision into the tears streaming bloody hot down my cheeks
feeling my burnt blonde hair and smeared mascara along and in my eyes
the date did not end well
especially when i had to cry to my dad to take me home
Quivering sound heart
Love's palpitations welcomes
Cupid's arrows fly!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
09 January 2018
5,7,5
QUIVERING LIPS
Barbie’s plaything lips of blushing roses,
So pretty, but her mouth barely closes.
Lips quiver in sleep,
Throw out secrets deep.
Tabloids reveal her “man-i-Ken’s” poses.
4/5/2018
As
you stroke
my soft skin,
delicately,
darling, i get a quivering fever
much like the flickering tongue of a snake;
from head to toe.
You thrill me
with each
touch!
Date written: 11/23/2020
A perfect night ending.
After passion peaks,
our quivering bodies,
dissolved in fiery heat.
Wrapped in a nightly cocoon to sleep.
Fragrance dew lingers,
entwined in dampened sheets,
as two hearts synchronize
in harmonic rhythms.
Breathings calm to steady flight,
as sleep creeps,
ending a perfect night.
Hyper vigilant
Hyper aware of this body
These hands...
This heartbeat
It is all normal
Yet I feel some kind of
lingering lurking anxiety
An energy...An entity
Following me...
That thing is me...
I can't seem to set myself
free from the shaking
The chains of OCD
The sound of jingling
thoughts in this head
Like piggybank pennies
A sudden clanging in my chest
I'm scared...
and I don't know why
Scared of sleep...
Terrified of random
but normal things
Like this heart and it's job...
Scared of the strings that tie me
to this secondhand shivering
This inherited lip quivering
I'm slowly slipping into the sea
Almost drenched in worry
Saying goodbye to my sanity
Thinking "I'll drown eventually"