Best Roosted Poems
Tropical quadra plateau, Amazing bright sunny,
Glided waterfall Carrying happiness in their gunny.
Long nodding flower's joyously plumed,
Everbody waving happily, the herald bloomed.
Eureka, I love this heaven on earth!
Hazy perished hills, houses trenching at the outskirts,
Swaning over to the fluctuating peak of mountains, roosted with struts.
Orchid waftured, Clinging on to the cluster of flowers,
Precipitated rain was about to shower.
Gosh, it Stimulated my soul!
King of beast, sucking the sweet tempting fragranced juices,
Solitary alienate species including Honey bees mused badly abuses.
Fluttered wings, Struggling with them, Leisurely travelling my journey.
Fitnessed physically as if I am in an defensing army.
Situation turned to be horribly muddle,
Tremendously, I wanted to sort and excitedly cuddle!
Proud to have an Airfoiled wings of mine,
Antennate feature you prissily shine.
Rainbowis passion lying inside me,
Resourcefully mingled with music and dance, happening besides me.
Whoa,People got entranced!
People jeopardize the innate beauty,
Relishingly wanna do my duty.
Actuating my arms, Ventured to fly high.
Intended inspiration wanted to reach the sky.
Weaving the web spiderman thirstily trying me to catch.
Escaping from them I ran, prevented myself from getting snatched.
Ohhh,They had a Hostile faction accord!
Nature's beauty aspiringly propelled me.
Blowing wind, tactily sensisizing my skin,
Blushing cheeks, spilled the bean.
Nocturnal creatures will wake in the dark,
Aerophilically dangling around the shruby bed,before they bark
Stopping by sayonara, continuing my next stigmatic destiny!
By Madhavi
Categories:
roosted, addiction, adventure, analogy, best
Form:
Crown of Sonnets
Comes silently
on sorrel moccasins
roosted on tortoiseshell
of root cellar
singing, stumbling
in numb imaginings
lit with half-light
vegetables
squeezed in jars
of russet and avocado
above
a cornice of sky
split with laughter
searching
for broken arrowheads
gold and silver among leaves
air billowed white
from lips
soft frail bones
of snowflakes
magically appear
scattering in breath
taken away
into apple night
Categories:
roosted, childhood, imagination, nature, time,
Form:
Free verse
I wonder if the trees could talk
Would they tell about the breeze?
Would they talk about the sunshine?
Or of their many different leaves?
Would they talk about that woodpecker
That's roosted on their limb?
Or maybe device a brilliant plan
To rid themselves of him
Would they tell us of their thirst?
And celebrate the rain
Would they talk about their fear of fire?
And how they hate the flame
Would they talk about the winter?
And how it robs them of their shields
As the winter winds scatter their leaves
Across the barren fields
Would they talk about the summer heat?
And the sacrifices they've made
As they hold their limbs high and stong
To cast our needed shade
Would they talk about their Creator?
Who rules from Heaven above
And profess undying gratitude
And never ending love
Categories:
roosted, nature
Form:
Rhyme
I went to the orchard to pick a pear.
I picked another so I’d have a pair.
But now their skins I’d have to pare.
One was all I had gone there for
but soon I had a basket with four.
For room, I moved them to the fore.
It got late and I had quite the load.
The hens roosted and the cattle lowed.
As I was leaving, I hit the Mother lode!
Well, now I had enough pears to sell.
Maybe I could even have a pear sale
or send them overseas by para sail.
Okay, I’m finished with my tall tale.
Oh, and about your day, please do tell!
I’m outta here – I’m draggin’ my tail.
Categories:
roosted, fun, funny, giggle, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
On a dusky evening long time ago,
When shadows huddled at every corner,
When rain had gone and birds had roosted,
You held me close and whispered in my ear;
“In your eyes I see, the blue of the sky,
In your soul, you hold the depth of the seas,
Love swells, like tides on rise,
My life, I vow, by Jove, never to part”
Your voice, like a tremulous rivulet gurgled,
We stood staring at each other in a warm embrace.
With passion sweet, your eyes glowed.
Like a blue lagoon, they were deep and peaceful.
On your dimpled cheek, a kiss I planted,
A gesture warm with abiding love.
Crisscross lain as warp and weft,
We hoped to weave the garb of life.
Words and deeds that served as balm to the soul!
Still, they repeat, gushing a flurry of thoughts,
But alas! To a far unknown land you fled,
‘From whose bourn, no traveler returns’,
My life has moldered and mildew grown,
Where my Love! Whither have you gone?
Who bid you slink into death’s secret hide?
Why left me to languish in a world of shadows?
Seasons roll and years glide,
Youth has withered and memory fails,
Now I wander through a dim shadowy world.
I feel so trapped and lonely, as twilight grips.
Like embers flickering low, yet stocked by the breath of fire,
I hope, we shall meet one day at the Golden gate,
Where no shadows shall lurk and time shall stay eternal
And silence sparks the language, the ears want to hear.
_______ _____________ _______
When rain is gone and sky gets clear,
When night turns deeper and silence creeps,
I transverse back to that dusky eve,
To retrieve those moments, I sadly cherish!
Categories:
roosted, beauty, lost love, missing
Form:
Free verse
sammy scampered up a tree
to see what she might see
so far she boosted
an old owl roosted
on sams precarious knee.
Categories:
roosted, adventure, bird, cool, fun,
Form:
Limerick
When I glanced out my window on this bleak December morn,
My eyes were drawn to the Ponderosa Pine standing so forlorn.
Gradually, as if decorated by God's own Artistic Hand,
'Twas soon bedecked with colorful ornaments so very grand!
Its boughs were adorned by garlands of snow in jeweled display.
Crystal icicles glistened as no mere artist could e'er portray.
Clusters of golden cones festooned the tree here and there.
I watched in wonder as it began to assume a festive air!
What was just moments ago a tree, brooding and austere,
Was soon alive with critters that chose to winter here.
Cheerful robins added a spritz of color with their scarlet breasts.
Haughty blue jays flitted about flaunting their bluish crests!
A couple of squirrels sprawled upon a branch lazily a-snooze.
Cardinals and bluebirds roosted there adding their delightful hues.
Flitting finches and chickadees graced the tree without cease.
At the very top perched a dove - that beautiful symbol of peace!
What a wonderful transformation I witnessed in that stalwart tree!
I'd like to think that the Creator decorated it just for me!
As I gazed upon the scene, my soul was filled with jubilation,
Marveling at the miracle of Christmas and God's wondrous Creation!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
roosted, holiday, naturetree, tree,
Form:
Rhyme
Crawling through the dirt trying to get back to my perch,
where I once sang so free and acted happily
in the sunshine of my life things were really going well.
A fall from broken wings, I fell into the dust,
choking there at first waiting for your help.
But wait was all I did whilst no assistance came my way.
For months I struggled on, surviving day to day,
too proud to beg and borrow I scavenged like a dog.
But soon I found the strength to crawl out from the gutter.
I fought for life, to thrive, avoiding vices in my way
and built a ladder to help me from the pit I'd fallen in.
Now I'm back upon a higher perch than I've ever roosted on.
I'm now singing of success, not striving to get by
and feeling so much stronger for my time down in the dumps.
But for those I met, still there, I save a little prayer.
Categories:
roosted, hope, strength,
Form:
Free verse
Silver moonlight dappled the forbidden fruit of Eden’s boughs
even as songbirds roosted alongside the serpent’s beguiling tongue.
His whispers echoed angelic refrains, lulling the forgetful.
Agency is power; granted only to gods, and choice is choice above all.
One juicy bite, deliciously self-empowering, changed everything.
The potency of a moment is found in the consequence of an impulse.
The power of time’s march is realized in throes of loss remembered.
Yet a clap of thunder bears tardy warning to one struck by a bolt,
and at my core, I am overwhelmed with the power granted me,
to alter, in small ways, the woven fabric of tomorrow’s reality.
So take my hand, and let us march together over that horizon.
May you, in hard times, support, encourage and remind me in my weakness
that our strength in darkness is found not in heaven, nor in ourselves,
but in remembrance of yesterday’s sunshine, and last night’s lullabies
which carried us peacefully through the unseen horrors of night.
From the mountain’s summit, as we gaze tomorrow by hopeful starlight,
watching the sky fall around us, swallowing up the remnants of today,
I beg pardon for my trembling soul, withering under the burden
to shake off the comfortable, and to forge anew the coming dawn
by force of will and careful expression of thoughtful introspection.
For it is potential, not reality, upon which heaven smiles eternally;
viewing through the lens of perfect-love our imperfections.
Even an hour before the devil fell, God thought him beautiful in Heaven,
yet in a moment, by agency, endowed in grace by God to his children,
a prince became a whispering serpent flecked with moonlight.
Might it be, that to fall from grace,
we need simply forget the weight of agency's burden?
Might it be, that to rise from a fall,
we need simply remember, and choose for ourselves a new reality?
Might it be, that God thinks the devil beautiful still?
2/20/16
Inspired by, but not written for, the contest, "Expand Arthur Miller's Thought," hosted by Julia Ward.
Categories:
roosted, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
so tell me then illustrious men
who've wandered far beyond the ken
Of we who strive with words and pen
to tell the world of cock and hen
who roosted in the way back when
in lofts of thatch and wicker den
resting in the soggy fen
Or tending hind in mountain glen
Beside the hearths so plastered then
with ashes mixed in salted mud
to hold the heat of hand split wood
beyond the time of burning
well past the times of yearning
like cockled eggs and oaten whey
to hold us through another day
Until the long ships make their way
Into this mountain sheltered bay
to give us news of how they fared
so we may write and spread the word
far into times ahead of all our men so dead
who sailed the seas and conquered dread
while we who shiver in the night
and stubbornly record our plight
weaving rhyme and beating time
with words to be remembered
Categories:
roosted, historywords,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
A long time ago was a place of tranquillity;
The garden of Eden, where everything had harmony.
Peace filled the air with creatures great and small;
Even the plants and trees grew extremely tall.
There was a tree that grew very high;
With many branches bearing fruit in the sky.
There were branches of silver and gold;
Mysterious fruit of the moon and stars untold.
In the tree was the god of the air;
The serpent or dragon roosted there.
It is said that this fruit comes 13 times a year;
If eaten, one receives knowledge good and evil to hear.
Like an apple, the fruit cut in half looked appealing to the eye;
A 5 pointed star of the four creation elements and one more to try.
Categories:
roosted, angel, desire, evil, lust,
Form:
Rhyme
As morning arises and grogginess continues to overtake
The smell of something brewing suddenly helps one to awake
Stumbling Down the stairs with eyes sunk low
A Sweet aroma lets each subject know
That sips of glory are just about to be there
The tortuous suddenly becomes the hare
Black with sugar some days cream
A symbol of the American dream
Oh how the warmth flowing down ones slide
Quickly sparks a mental drive
Cup half-filled than a cup filled to the top
The day starts off with this essential stop
To the kitchen with excitement at hand
Only a true coffee drinker would understand
Roosted beans with a variety of flavors to fit each soul
Charged and ready the consumers goal
The king of the castle
The queen of the pot
I pity the person who goes shopping Sunday and Monday morning realizes what they forgot,
So thank you God for roosted plants that deliver stimulation,
And early morning motivation,
A College student’s dearest friend,
For once you start drinking coffee you’re never going to want it to end.
written by:sabina nicole
Categories:
roosted, life, morning,
Form:
Couplet
The pigeons and seagulls were having a fight.
(Reporters might call it the “Gray versus White.”)
Lined up on the railing, awaiting some food,
There seemed to be tension, an ominous mood.
Since in that location, for year after year,
The pigeons have roosted; they’ve made their career
Of circling over the benches to wait
For the lady who feeds them, a sunrise-time date.
But lately, the seagulls have gotten the word
Of this ritual, squawked and relayed bird to bird,
So the railing’s been crowded as it’s ever been
With the early morn quiet disturbed by the din.
The fight wasn’t physical; no feathers flew,
Though the circular flying meant double the poo.
As I passed on my walk, I just hoped that my luck
Would hold out or you might hear me yelling out – duck!
Categories:
roosted, bird,
Form:
Rhyme
I encounter ebbs and flows, a peaceful solace sigh.
Wedged on the cusp of a cliff to endeavor a descry.
I'm heading somewhere to ascertain a fair minding.
Although I've ultimately arrived, I'm still screeching.
We will fit along if we stow away or are helpless.
Those that have grasped the peak by lying guiltless.
We are unfazed to be adept at subduing our dismay.
We've been flung indoors and out for the hazy day.
Into the void, slumped over with crucial sickness.
I'm shouting shrilly into the chasm of nothingness.
Roosted on edge high over the ozone layer.
Where the ambient sound enshrouds a slayer.
We've sobbed, and tears wrapped up swarming.
The receptiveness and plights may be terrifying.
Barbarously bequeath us up owing to our civic grace.
Implicating the harsh rhetoric not to eagerly embrace.
I shout into the darkness, infusing it with pain.
Until the spikes break and the hinge strain.
Since I'm aware, I can reveal my astute mind.
I expect someone to endorse me, to be twined.
We need to decipher how we will sagely shepherd.
Our pyretic youngsters, denied by the ruling, tethered.
Rather than prevailing, they board a void of a subsidy.
They are shadows and abettors in this gnarly debility.
1st place contest winner
Written: December 06, 2021
Pick-A-Title, Vol 27 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Categories:
roosted, analogy, bereavement, caregiving, community,
Form:
Rhyme
This is written by a 12 year old student. Please comment kindly. I am the teacher.
The sun comes out in the morning.
The moon comes out at night.
The roosters rise at dawn.
The wolves wake at dusk.
The roosted wake the farmers.
The wolves hunt the roosters.
The farmers hunt the wolves.
The government hunts the farmers.
The farmers rebel.
The government is overthrown.
The people rule the country.
The people watch the country crumble.
The government tries to rebuild.
The government fails.
The enemy swoops in like an eagle.
The enemy takes over the country.
The enemy, is Canada.
Categories:
roosted, encouraging,
Form:
Light Verse