Best Respire Poems
The Garden Of The Soul Nourish And Admire
With gratitude the soul shall respire
As the divine fountains ooze many blessings
The garden of the soul nourish and admire
You shall reap joy of life and kind feelings.
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A Deep Feeling So Divine
Love, in words, if only I can define
A human power, a deep feeling so divine
Strong bonds of life and bliss shared
In Love, unabating drifts would be dared.
Lind30 Wordcount and Rhyme
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With Verve Huge Of Me In Verse
Within each word my thoughts rhyme
With verve huge of me in verse
The highest I strive to climb
In poetry soul I would immerse.
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I See Beauty In Mankind
I see beauty in mankind
As bliss and pain are aligned
I see Light blooms in true heart
As seeds of Love yields a work of art.
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Lind30 Rhyme (7,7,7,9)
Categories:
respire, art, creation, humanity, inspiration,
Form:
Rhyme
Crepuscular is waning afternoon,
in lapis lazuli does day respire.
The seashore chimes its solitary rune
as tentative the lapping waves acquire
the briny echo of a mermaid's lyre.
Though timidly does surf caress the beach
in mirrored shades of night as they conspire,
brave wisps of comets in the untold reach
of space diffuse and pluck my heart into the breach.
Categories:
respire, color, imagery, night,
Form:
Rhyme
There's mischief in the air, and in the sky
Rises fair, sublime, and rare - Blue Moon.
Son of Venus, hidden, now lets fly
An arrow to a chaste fair maid who soon
Shall spy a youthful eager boy and sigh
As through the dance hall wafts a wistful tune.
For she, with goddess body silken-clad,
And rosebud cheeks and locks the color wheat,
Turns - the first she sees - a simple lad.
She's drawn to him - this boy that she must meet.
He sees her too; his countenance turns glad,
For she approaches with a smile so sweet!
Her face feels flushed; her blood now courses fire
beneath the spot where Cupid's dart was thrust.
With lingered gaze she speaks her soul's desire.
A feathered touch. To have him now she must.
Her honeyed voice and breath. He can't respire.
Her scent; the darkened room! He feels the lust.
He takes her by the waist of her soft dress.
They slowly move along the corner floor.
His fingers wrap around her back and press.
She leans into his body, wanting more.
Her fingers tread his neck; then they caress.
And next he leads her to the exit door.
She follows, not protesting, to his place,
Where, on the floor, their clothing soon is flung.
They fall onto his bed in an embrace.
With pleasured aching, soon they're lost among
the tangled sheets as bodies interlace.
He touches where her silken gown once clung. . .
Winged scamp with cherub's face and ready bow,
You laugh at each new fool that you waylay.
For love of reckless passion born, you know,
can't last. She wakes, and you've since traipsed away.
She gasps and shakes. The lad is dealt a blow,
His face once loved - now loathed by light of day.
Categories:
respire, passion,
Form:
Narrative
holding you
for a moment
my arms filled with you
resting in the hollow of your shoulder
thoughts respire sighishly
i remember this.
we fit
we fit and I thank the goddess
there is a place for me
beside you it is there
in the shape of your body.
your scent
like laundry on the line
wind from your mountains
clean sweet intoxicating
drifts me across your tenderness.
Categories:
respire, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
I saw your form, dear dying cat
On a winter's night un-snowing
Lying there across my path.
I rushed from my car unknowing
Of when you'd met with the fatal blow
That left you lying still.
Whether ‘twas swift or painfully slow,
Your dying took not your will
For crouching beside you, I saw you respire
And chose to pick you up.
I desperately hoped you wouldn't expire
As your head I did gently cup.
I searched for one who would surely miss
Affections you must have shown,
And I felt somehow I'd be remiss
To let you die alone.
So door to door I nearly ran,
But no one gave a care.
Your eyes I frequently would scan
To see the light still there.
But then as I was cradling you,
You breathed your final breath.
I sensed your soul release. It flew,
And I was holding death.
Oh, could you tell, dear dying cat,
Before your soul did pass,
I cared? I quietly grieved, and with that,
I placed your corpse on the grass.
for PD's a poem you have not entered in a past contest # 11 Poetry Contest
Categories:
respire, death,
Form:
Rhyme
Our love is a slide show of passionate events
having staggering moments which are only real in fiction.
Erotic signals jam together to make
imaginations of fantasy more concrete than natural elements.
I feel your inside, I respire your breath
our shared desires are because our souls are covered in one coat.
I’m so wired into you that our independent lives
stay connected through one switch.
Using the clouds of affectionate freedom as our play ground
is its simple manifestation when on;
shared tenderness promoting the low ranking calmness
over sexual desperation forms an interplay when off.
Clients of goodwill execute their propaganda of happiness’ varieties
spraying sweet scents of mystery and the colours of ambiguity
to a mortal phenomenon so supernatural,
like a tree of many fruits and a robe of many fabrics;
a kid with many voices and a top held by many hangers;
a stream flowing from many sources and a butterfly with many wings.
The dynamism of the propagation of our steamy flavours
gives reality a gracious bond to divinity.
Your world of romantic satisfaction
has made mine so affluent that
Gold has become more common than stone.
but distance has unfortunately brought me down
to my knees and made my head stay in constant bow
in intercession of when we will meet again to continue
this orgasmic character of rare happiness.
Categories:
respire, emotions, i miss you,
Form:
Romanticism
Once upon a fortunate time
I saw a princess that was so sublime.
She was *embellished with the beauty of a Seraph.
Therefore, in her heart, I sowed a seed that would etch a lovely *pyrograph.
That special *calescent egg of divine source
Was implanted to guide the maiden on her predestined course.
Then, as time passed by, the eggshell began to crack.
'Twas a rare bird breakin' through the sack.
And behold! a baby Pheonix.
Oh...there was the babe in love's *matrix!
Right away the little chick began emitting sparks-
Tiny sparklin' flares which left fond marks.
Despite that, as the bird grew, she ignore'
Due to the shyness that was resting in her core.
Thus the foul began to feel *claustrophobic.
So... that was the moment to perform fervor's magic.
Overwhelmed with an ardent vehemence the Pheonix lit on fire,
And, inhaling and exhaling, flames he did respire.
Then, the horizon of the young girl's heart got ablazed.
Suddenly, the lass began to feel amazed.
And right after, a conflagration of passion consumed all resistance,
Thereby leaving peace on the fiery bird's semblance.
Now it was able to soar through the sweetheart's soul.
So the Pheonix accomplished his fate and the damsel her goal--
'Cause she pursued her prince,
And *enamoring him, they lived happily ever after since.
*Embellish-- adorn.
*Pyrogragh-- a design produced by pyrograghy. Pyrograghy is the act of producing drawings
on wood, leather, etc., by using heated tools or a fine flame.
*Calescent-- increasing in warmth; getting hot.
*Matrix-- an enclosure within which something originates or develops; a womb.
*Claustrophobic-- suffering from claustrophobia. Claustrophobia means an abnormal fear of
being enclosed in a confined space.
*Enamor-- inspire with love or delight.
For Sami Al-Khalili's contest
Categories:
respire, hope, love, passion, wifebird,
Form:
Epyllion
Hallow night sky before life ere long
Twirling in colour a flying milky way
Sighing Venus eyes murmur a song
Heavenly planets twinkle such prey
Erewhile respire and magic flatter
By shinning a moon a star everyday
To capture th' soon th' past laughter
And move on bay's like pluto's array
Like Jupitar mars a mallicious force
Like thousands search a fault in art
Hallow night sky an endless course
Magnificent texture never will apart
Nor call or hide your pure vivid spy
Hail you forever where you belong
01/04/207
Categories:
respire, space,
Form:
Sonnet
Our two hearts are beating in One hemisphere,
Throbbing in same rhythm and in same nerve.
Our souls subsist in bodies so far yet too near
Like two molecules of a single atomic curve.
Our love connects the guild of our blood veins
And we respire through the unseen lung of love,
We share together each joy and all of the pains.
Our hearts are two white wings of a flying dove.
These two hearts will beat together until we die
And mock dying Death with the eternal reunion
As even in abstract body of infinity they will lie
Forever as two blissful hearts beating as One.
Categories:
respire, adventure, love, passion, space,
Form:
Lyric
I fight this struggle every day.
I struggle to respire.
Like drawing air through a straw.
I'm always craving more.
I just never get quite enough.
I sit motionless, for conservation.
Afraid to expend my much needed energy,
energy needed to live.
My wheezing is strained.
Daily, I spar with my disease.
One day, I'm afraid
It may win.
Categories:
respire, loss,
Form:
Free verse
Thrill knowledge with the desire to spread
Ideals across heads like grains of sand
Sprinkle little rays of brightness
Into cups full of vanilla ice-cream
If the sun doesn’t sparkle
Then there is no one to blame
But one’s own eyes
Blind to the legacy that showcases it’s prize in the middle of the day
If the moon’s enchanting lullabies don’t soothe the soul
Open up the heart and let winds
Change the currents and ease the turmoil
Tealeaves soak in small kettles over the stove
Passionate inferno and a stream of serenity
Measured into china cups and a sugar lump in each
To put into a smile and a twinkle of the eye
Do the world a favor and breathe between bamboo shoots and bowls of rice
While Time runs his hand over the strings on the guitar
And plays Life a love song
Time is not eternally handsome or young
Life is not always bearing silk and jewels
But the hourglass keeps flowing and love grows despite the looks and pearls
Arpeggios play slowly while dusk draws further away and it’s another day
I could hold your hand and run forever through lanes of cherry blossoms
Racing towards storms of crimson flora that from a hurricane would be shamed
Falling down as I open my heart and let them rest in memoirs
Whispering secrets and thoughts that take a lifetime to say
But a second to realize
Mysteries never really bothered me
If everything was known then why should I blink
To renew tears for sorrow and tears of laughter
I’d love to know most of it but I’ll be fine if I die without knowing it at all
As long as I know how it feels to live then I’ll be fine
Molecular Biology and Genetic evolution and all terms fade
From textbooks and minds
Awakening dreams and aspire to devote themselves to dew drops
Disciples of a flawed world
Defects are perfect to judge the worth
Of perfection
Inside endless worlds there lies just a simple dew drop
Prisms reflect giving ideas of complex
Intricate weavings and deeper then deep thoughts
Everything to you has to be a little more then less
But less is maybe exactly what your looking for
Despite riches and greed infiltrating peace
I have more wealth in a glitter of an star
Then in a stock bond
Laugh it up and respire
To expire and depart this life
With handfuls of luminous memories inside of balloons to help one float up
Into the Sky
Categories:
respire, time, heart, heart, love,
Form:
Free verse
The scent of water
If summer sun at its vertex will not perspire,
How would I burning in hell will respire ?
If sparrow sits on mango tree with open beak,
I too am surely craving for a water streak,
If in the desert, the rainfall fails to revive,
How can I without your love survive ?
Loneliness has left me parched and dry,
Lover's lanes empty, pleasant meets a far cry,
The long dark night, seems so unending,
To my injured self, Is there any mending ?
If you can, give me a bit of sunshine,
Then why would I need the addicting wine ?
Hope is all that sustains my life,
Might take me out of the current strife,
The Scent of water, as clouds appear in sky,
Oh Rain! come rain, I am about to die,
Give your divine showers so as I may thrive,
Bloom may with tiny drops, even the cacti !
Written on 15/7/14
Contest- the scent of water
Sponsor- Faye Gibson
Entered for the "Rain" contest by Silent one
Awarded 3rd place win
Categories:
respire, feelings, hope, lonely, love,
Form:
Couplet
I danced around the circle how graceless i am
The tones i used to sing was no longer mine
Food id like to eat turned bitter in time
I looked at the mirror the face is not mine
How cruel the world so clueless no sign
Pieces by pieces will i ever redesign
I feign day by day that everything is fine
Love i once held was now undefined
The tramp, loafer, bummer all in one
Whatever you call the name is one sound
Pond of lust and laughter and fun
You may win the game but your cloud has no sun
My eyes are bleeding in pain and on fire
Indomitable anger so hard to respire
Look at me now how you made me desire
Exhausted, berated, Please condole by my side
Categories:
respire,
Form:
His intentions are good. I can see it through his translucent paper wings, torn
and battered, fluttering in the dead wind. His halo hangs on a hinge by his
shadowy hair, darkened by my fingertips. He always likes to sit on empty park
benches and count how many times my almond eyes open to accept his arrival.
How many times must they close, to mourn his departure?
Deep in drowning water, I watch him fly with avian dreams, inhaling his
innocence and exhaling my addictive personality into his mouth.
(Respire and expire)
(Carry me on your Broken Wings)
He breathes into me
And sets me free
Let me out of my cage, baby
He gives blood
To my dry veins.
Crimson, burnt with angelic virginity
Colliding into my poisoned demon passion with one heart beat
(And we crash)
B o o m
Pumping life into cracked rivers deep and ugly, violet with regret.
Heaving, my chest aches for his lily words to
Ease the pain
Fix me
as the inevitability crashes around our bitter ankles
“Give me a smile”, rolls off his honey tongue and glides by my failed senses to
my past life
When I was a tigeress
Speaking only silence, tagged by ribbons of swift
Quick rips and sultry scents
Hidden golden coat
Camouflaged by dark streaks of deceit
In and out
Weaving
Traps
Sucking the life out of his smiles
With one slicing glance
(I confess)
The greed in me kisses his amethyst magnificence
Giving blood to my dry veins
Carrying me on Paper Wings
Categories:
respire, love, me, life, me,
Form:
Free verse
I wish
I wish, I was your pillow you hold tight
I wish, I was your breath you respire
I wish, I was rate your heart beats
I wish, I was your voice you speak
I wish, I was the topic you talk
I wish, I was the step you walk
I wish, I was the boat you row
I wish, I was the promise you made vow
I wish, I was your life you want to live
I wish, I was a mistake you want to commit
I wish, I was the heart you reside
I wish, I was your companion who sits beside
I wish, I was the tune want to play
Go with it God wants this to relay
Categories:
respire, love,
Form:
Rhyme