Best Rhythms Poems
Wandering barefoot,
whispering sweet sentiments
of haunting pleasures.
A touch that never phased me -
a kiss from her heaven lips.
Tangerine horizons,
appeared like flames in brown eyes.
Lovebirds gazed in awe,
as her lust soaked my passion.
Night rhythms sang to the stars.
We lay until dawn,
adrift in love's melodies,
under moonlight's shroud.
First blink to our morning skies
was wrapped in her angel wings.
A Tanka is a type of short poem, similar to a Haiku, of 8th century Japanese origin which are often written to express self-reflection, love, or gratitude. A suitor would compile a Tanka and send it to a woman the following day after a date. The woman would then reply back in kind. The poems were like short, secret messages expressing gratitude, love, meaning, or desire, and often climaxed in a persuading message.
“Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.” – Carl Sandburg.
Glowing like the roused firefly glows,
Stirring souls, poetry just knows,
Love, fire, boldest winds of desire,
Rains blessing, song without a choir.
Words pouring out soft, gentle prose,
Glowing like the roused firefly glows,
Glistening dreams, love to extremes,
Beckoning from silence that screams.
Dance of dances, fluid verses,
Poetry that grace coerces,
Glowing like the roused firefly glows,
Poems who don’t just tell but shows.
Rhymes and rhythms, tenderly abide,
Singing of light, sometimes wild-eyed,
Hearts might remain in the shadows,
Glowing like the roused firefly glows,
Appreciating the flames and fire colors of fall beautiful picture
Listen, can you hear the melody the storm play
The leaves dancing in rhythm with so much ease
Sing me a song ... before the light of the day disappears
26.10.2016
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
We try our best to maintain good rhythm
But at times life gets in the way
The every day challenges of modern living
The demands we face each day
The greatest reward we receive in the end
Is happiness and true contentment
At peace with the world and all things pure
Not harbouring any resentment
The ultimate aspiration of every human
Is a journey free from hassle
Filled with many accomplishments
Where your home is really your castle
Rhythm is an extremely important part
Of contentment and a happy life
Good rhythm lends us a sense of well being
A journey free from strife
© Jack Ellison 2014
Rhythms of Glass
These shards of you
Broken from the whole crystal you
Glittering razors
Of soft defenseless
Leave me begging their wounds
To pierce me more
Each slithers delicate reflection
Holds you
With prescient
To my soul and heart
Longs
With darts and bards of blood
The fragile formed
Such succulent tortures
Dreams of you
Palpable
Fragments slide between
Such pulsing wants
Holographic dust
Of you
In fluid font signatures
Trammel through me
On tiny claws
Of bliss
And their ache
This needle points petal
In these shavings of you
Wafts electric spirit
In me through to you
Suffers desiderium willingly
My collected motes of a star
Burning kisses in my palms
A stinging draft of love
Slake my thirst
In quenching rhymes
Of you
Palpable
Fragments slide between
Such pulsing wantings
Silence traveled through the darkness as the wind whispered for light
Then the sound of raindrops broke through the quiet night,
And in the tenebrosity, its cadence played until the break of dawn
~~
1-5-2020
Threesome Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
The ocean journey ends
gathering at the shore.
An undulating sea climaxes
onto the sandy beach
depositing tangles of
seaweed, debris and shells.
Rocky sea caves reverberate
booms of incoming waves
while the incessant cries of
seagulls squawk as they
compete with pelicans for food.
Sea breezes whip up
salty sprays, like diamond
rivulets that splash
skyward toward the sunlight.
A wild symphony of
nature, unchanged by the
passage of time.
Written on 2/1/2016
a waterfall flows
from mountainside to ocean -
distant reggae song
clear waters light sky -
where blue meets turquoise vista
a swallowtail hums
Written 6/22/20
Contest - Summer Haiku
Sponsor - Tania Kitchin
Winter seeks for heat
summer longs to stay this heat
only to give way.
Juxtaposition,
Of ever-changing moments:
In dynamic love.
·
Emotions invert,
Colliding interfaces:
Of lost pulsing time.
·
Progressive attempts,
Indefinable feelings:
Of the human bond.
·
Opposed through the mess,
And in the dynamic end:
We mesh together.
Rhythms
My heart beats in rhyme
with the rhythm of the river,
the restless rolling rhythm of time…
The circadian rhythms of birth, death, and eternity,
Play on in the sunrise of time:
The dread of winter left you naked and bare;
Your bark skin, scale-like, and wrinkle knotted.
Then came the spring of life clothing you
With appetite foliage attracting nature's children
To your warm and nourishing bosom.
Now in the autumn of your life, you ape graying age
With rainbow-hued fronds hanging and dropping
Their Joseph Coat carpeting on Mother Earth's floor.
Creeping out from behind the clouds, old winter
Slowly reboard the cooling winds of change:
Firmly rooted, you proudly stand, arms swaying
To the circadian rhythms of the sunrise of time.
lessons in circadian rhythms of life…
here
all
alone
in the crowd
of my thoughts
my mind
weaves through
the present wave of time
shaping fragile realities
from the bitter sweep cup
of life’s circadian experiences
all of which
whose lessons
are yet to be discerned.
Maracas off beat
Warm aroma of butter
Drums bouncing down stairs
By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX
Rhythms of Literary Art
Music is the mirror of the spirit,
Poetry the echo of the soul,
Combined they reflect melodies of life,
Providing fulfilment and contentment.
When poetry transforms phrases into harmonies,
Expressions of grandeur rise from the page,
Like plants thrusting through spring soil,
With implied understanding that God is pleased.