Best Rush(A) Poems
As autumn begins her slow journey
leaving brilliant colors in her wake,
I think of you.
It was a crisp day in autumn that I was
first drawn to your smile, do you remember?
Your long
dark lashes lowered in a shy tender way.
My gaze was fixed on you as I breathed in your
sweet scent.
A wisp of your raven hair fell across your brow.
I wanted to reach out and brush it back for you.
Suddenly I
felt a rush, a blush bloomed on my face,
and just that fast, I fell in love.
A week
went by until I saw you again. I could barely
contain my excitement. We made plans to
have coffee.
After our rendezvous we walked in the park
with autumn displaying her brightest hues,
our enjoyment
of the colors only surpassed by our first kiss.
It wasn’t meant to be that we would stay together.
And now,
looking back at all those years ago, I remember and
*everything carries me to you.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Note* The last line of my poem is borrowed from Pablo Neruda’s
Poem “If You Forget Me”
Categories:
rush(a), love, relationship, remember,
Form:
Free verse
HAT POWER
My Hat is a rush a power to my head
wear a hat every day or as often as you are lead
hat love and hat passion I must spread
ladies without your hat, your entire look
is in shreds.
Please take note, this is not a quote
if it's not saying something,
it's doing nothing
if it's not doing anything
It's not worth nothing
my hat is a rush of power to my head.
Hat Power Yaaaasss!!!!!
Categories:
rush(a), beautiful, character, confidence, culture,
Form:
Free verse
I'm very happy I found this site,
PoetrySoup.com is a lot of fun,
I spend so much time on the computer now
I have time for no other one...
It's a rush, a blast, a challenge...
I'll love it till I die...
Only one thing troubles me,
And that's the reason why..
I spend so much time hunched over,
typing in my silly poems,
Hoping that they'll soon be read
In many far off homes...
But I do appear to have a problem...
A physical one at that...
My neck is hurting so severely,
By hours looking down,
writing and reading..
In the spot I sat...
I gotta make a judgement call...
Is the fun worth more than the pain?
Compared to the fun I have, the pain begins to pall
Who would not prefer the sunshine to the rain??
Categories:
rush(a), art, computer-internet, friendship, health,
Form:
Bio
Oh! To wish of a far-away land,
Where flowers of all colours bloom without fear,
The colours that our eyes can meet,
Of all the dreams we left unseen.
Oh! To wish of a serene icy lake,
Where the ice sparkles at the morning rays,
The rays of sunshine we beseeched,
Of all the people we left behind in memories.
Oh! To wish of a majestic forest,
Where the canopies are taller than our hopes,
The leaves protecting our inner souls,
Of all the rumination we cannot forsee.
Oh! To be so wishful in existence,
Where the whims of emotions rush a breeze,
The wind reminding us of our liveliness,
Of all in this world we can imagine and be.
Categories:
rush(a), destiny, dream, emotions, happy,
Form:
Free verse
The elliptical sea, ageless, timeless without fathoms depth
Of the eternal degree, its finite waves ushering against the
Everlasting shore of tranquility’s rush, a liquid vacuum of inner
Special waves, crashing against the coral rife of life itself.
Beneath serenity's surging, under the undertows splashing,
Lies a world within a world, beauties sacred personified,
Swimming in this elliptical sea, of the ageless, the timeless,
Without fathoms depth of the eternal degree, behold the
Immortals of this aquatic special zone.
In the silence stirs the vibrate light of mystery, in brilliance
Disturbance hides enchantments ledges, swirling ascendants
Diving within reflecting beams of solar flares, mingling amongst
The tail endings of comet dust, and purging the surface breaking
The wake nature’s stillness.
Galactic mermaids snapping their flippers at the rings
Of Saturn, gliding mariners obsorbing the heat from
The white dwarf sun, and bathing in the cooling pools
Of forgotten moons.
Drinking from the icicles hanging from the big dipper handle,
Feasting at the bouquet table of the thunder gods mighty
Shore line’s shoals blackened waters, exist this twilight
Beings of beauties most fare.
Thrown are nets of imagination, cast away are the
Vessels sail of inspiration, materializing admits the
Stormy wake of gale force winds, a universal
Hurricane and I a lone captain striving, to capture
It’s tidal beauty by quiled inks pen.
I’m on a ponders vision quest, searching for perfection,
Yet lost without sextons credence, this dream seeker,
Can only worship these immortals by thoughts provision,
Left in isolation's dreaming realm, swimming amongst
The solar mermaids, in this eternal sea, ageless, and
Timeless without fathoms depth of degree.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
rush(a), adventure, art, beauty, gothic,
Form:
Free verse
Oceans Apart But Always In My Heart.
.
How I love the ocean cascading crescent waves
That gently kiss and caress the golden sands
So tenderly as I used to do to you
With warm soft pillowed lips
And my loving gentle hands
.
With feather-like teasing touches as a pleasant sea breeze
Evoking pleasurable soothing inner deep emotions
To your sensitivity I’d deliver
And make you rive and quiver
.
Awakening and arousing euphoric ecstasy
As the peaks and troths of a warm stirring ocean
With the utmost sincerity
And expressed devotion
.
The swirls in the water
Remind me of how we used to waltz the night away
And I hear in my head
How the music used to play
Among the oceans rush a
And among the spray
.
I know you can no longer hear or see me
But you still live on in my heart
And in my head
A d I recall how we one walked hand in hand on this shore
The blessed day after we were wed
And we made love that night
Upon a scattered rose petal bed
.
There may now be an ocean
That keeps us far apart
But as like as I breathe
You are never out of my mind
And always
In my heart.
.
Peter Dome©2020.
Categories:
rush(a), appreciation, loss, love, ocean,
Form:
Free verse
For thus I am entangled in a web of despair!
A widow's orb of woven thread.
'Tis a stalker's venom that keeps me there.
A visceral poison; paralyzing it spreads.
Transformed; trampled, worn and threadbare!
Wherewith in my mind; 'tis death that treads!
Bid me this death and I shall dare!
A malignancy that carries to suicide’s deathbeds.
Somewhere in whirlwinds dreary mist;
Ruthless emotions that I’ve amassed.
O’ what of these debilitating migraines that still persist.
Of these imperishable thoughts that last and last;
Then I question; what of my youth placed at risk;
Gone like the dusk, dim and vast!
And of the fragrant flowers that no longer exist?
Withered by remorse from my past!
A lonely dispirited soul, frayed by angst, I ride on misery's carousel;
Persecuted by unquenchable blame;
Ensnared with guilt; shackled invisibly to a living hell.
Plagued, tormented; a scorching paranoia set aflame.
I've suffered and watched as life slips away, a pitiful soul, an empty shell.
What of this dishonor its tainted my name.
There in the darkest depths of the abyss where I dwell;
I’m tormented in evil’s shame!
Guilt leads the way along this desolate journey; filled with anguish!
And what of this wretched heart that keeps me stirring?
That’s perched me upon a precipice where my joy does languish;
Alone and trembling!
O’ sweet joy, sweet precious joy, I pray do not vanish.
I seek this buried treasure that keeps me yearning.
This desperate quest filled with years of dead despair, I cannot relinquish.
My eyes red, masked with anger; smoldering
'Tis a mighty river’s rush, a surging anger dwelling deep within.
A thunderous beating pulse pounds my chest,
Unbearable this terror; this debilitating din
O’ this intolerable throbbing that I detest;
Its heaven’s glorious mercy I seek while engulfed in sin,
My body quivers, I've given my all, I’ve done my best.
And sought relief, but realize that what’s to come has already been.
For it is these demons that I cannot put to rest.
Categories:
rush(a), angst, anxiety, conflict, depression,
Form:
Narrative
The sugar bowl proverbial.
The sweetness of sharing
what you have; a tight hug.
Don’t share the leaves,
in your own yard, nor the weeds.
Don’t rush a neighbor’s demise.
Don’t overstay;
time is valuable -
boundaries sans fence.
A good neighbor is not perfect,
are you? Jesus tells us, true,
“Love your neighbor as yourself.”
Don’t be greedy with your smile,
your wave - it can be a pick-me-up,
same as coffee to the drowsy.
You may miss
the borrowed book, leaf blower, eggs
but your countenance glows from the inside-out.
Bottom line:
be a good neighbor;
neighborly advice.
5/7/2023
When it is in your power,
don’t withhold good from the one to whom it belongs.
Don’t say to your neighbor, “Go away! Come back later.
I’ll give it tomorrow “ — when it is there with you.
Don’t plan any harm against your neighbor,
for he trusts you and lives near you.
Proverbs 3:27-29 CSB
Categories:
rush(a), love,
Form:
Didactic
I dream of magic lines but they elude me.
Chapbook on acrylic tube palette, janus-faced cave in
at the crack of dawn,
crescent moonlight awnings turn to circus of the soul,
images that colour dullard pages leave furrow on my
hayrick haggard brow.
Backwater sonnet form leaning towards some meadow compost rot.
Ghost written silhouettes, shatter fragile eggs on
loop pile Berber carpets,
yolk stain and pale brown chicken hash tags.
Tight rope knot escarpment found in tripod camera verse,
cliff edge heart-stop paen is just another
blue-sky canon over billed by birds of prey.
Poetic licence pointer to a learner permit doggerel,
aspiring metre patchwork but a tapered column
lost in grey day whimper.
Guangdong province text in lychee pink for window glaze.
Fleeting notions dangle at the sparrow hawk crossroads,
while grazing skinny red ballon formations overhead.
Mother of invention please shine your convex beam
upon this wellspring drought abandonment I swim in.
Sudden brain cell drafts a Jack-o’-lantern of disjointed phases,
stretcher bear the legless phrases that leave me
wheelchaired and infirmed in woolly states.
Timeline mainstream woofer whose lagging jacket hemline falls apart,
areole reduced branch slowly bleeds its cactus juice of inspiration.
A rush, a fever, quotidian fever,
no greater longing can us writers have.
Categories:
rush(a), change, creation, dedication, deep,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Sand dunes are licking wounds desert looms through veil
Kites are awry from faster lane and clouds are in dovetail
Gods are playing wobble doable morning glory go
Bodies swoosh a push a rush, a sash falls in a glow
Fire crackles, the hearth of heaven, drops dew the earth
Gods of winds slosh through the creek in the pang of birth
Drip Drip Drip Slush Slush Slush splosh about in blobs
They throw the curlicues in blue and eat the hails in globs
Babies go to sleep and their mothers go to pray
Gods of winds spread their wings in a divine sway
Pas de deux pas de trois angel babies and girls
Moisten hands clip their bands and fit out cloud curls
Earth smiles in the east the morning comes again
Gods of winds calm their swings over the Mary’s glen
Contest: Gods of Winds
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
10 DECEMBER, 2014
Categories:
rush(a), earth, god, wind,
Form:
Sonnet
I’m stranded here, a lonely isle.
The waters rush, a whelming trial.
I’m fearful, Lord, my heart does ache;
Let not the waters overtake.
You lead me to the waters still,
Yet I disturb them with my will.
When I lie down and when I wake,
Let not the waters overtake.
Like Peter, Lord, I’ll leave the boat,
But without You, I scarce can float.
Extend a hand for thine own sake;
Let not the waters overtake.
My Lord, a rock on which I stand.
Jordan recedes; on promised land.
Your firm foundation will not shake;
The waters shall not overtake.
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for the A Kyrielle About Water Poetry Contest
sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
written 08/08/2022
Categories:
rush(a), prayer,
Form:
Kyrielle
Warm and lost.
Oceans of selfish freedom.
See you, see me,
longing for a bliss filled warm embrace.
I feel you as I float by.
Calm, safe, alone and free.
Are you my Island?
Letting go.
I move in to your flow,
a salty surge, a rush, a wave.
I wave, a smile.
I fall.
Love.
Be so brave.
Lovers soul is found.
Love is lost.
I crave, I crave that smile,
the wave that melts.
I swim. Angels and Gods guide a rebels mile.
Colourless sight, colourful night, into your arms I melt,
engulfed by pure white light.
Categories:
rush(a), art, dedication, friendship, girlfriend-boyfriend,
Form:
Lyric
The high-pitched sound of steel on steel
screeches where the tracks meet the wheel.
The train station seems somewhat stark
as shifting shadows stalk the dark.
The train rumbles in, and she tries
to be brave, yet she softly cries.
Taking my hand in hers, she smiles
and says love can stretch many miles.
We found love while on vacation,
but will it last past this station?
She clings to me like morning dew,
and yet, there's nothing we can do.
The conductor calls out, "last call,"
as the Night dons a misty shawl.
And we rush a teary farewell,
as the train whistles, time's death knell.
I see her wave a sad goodbye
that breaks my heart and makes me cry.
And as the train increases speed,
I pray that God will intercede.
Categories:
rush(a), angst, anxiety, emotions, farewell,
Form:
Rhyme
To be a hero
To save a life
is this how one gets the title?
rush a burning building
or take a bullet
conquer the fight or flight
but the real hero,
is called a true friend
in the spirit of service
to help the hopeless
find purpose and joy
to be a hero
to save a life.
Categories:
rush(a), brother, caregiving, childhood, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
What a rush, a sugar rush
Creamy chocolate
The way it melts on your tongue
Enjoy it slowly,
indulge in delight
This moment's
Yours
--------to the sweet treat contest---------------------------
Categories:
rush(a), food
Form:
Epulaeryu