Best Sanguine Poems
In the absence of complication,
Trials and tribulations become distant memories.
Above sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes -
Inspiring forthcoming musings of the mind.
Hope of a brand-new day conquers
Disillusionments of the past
Hosting exuberance on resplendent arc,
Condemning the nights of angst
In triumphant adjudication
By the authority of a bright new dawn;
Leaving behind feelings of torments,
Emotions dispossessed, forsaken, and forlorn.
In the dread of winter, when he left her,
Beguiled by the aspirations of spring
He was her only poet laureate
Crafting her life’s laudable poetry.
She trusted him fully to write her songs.
But the man who charmed her piano keys,
As he was leaving, destroyed all the lyrics.
She is no fool in the world of romance--
Cognizant that a pretty rose has ugly thorns
And gentle winds yield to violent storms,
And marigold designs sprinkled on magenta
Mesmerizing eyes, in sight of sunrise,
Never come inspired to stay very long.
Yet, she’s moving on, enamored in new song,
Euphoric to answer call of her heart
For a new artist’s brush exalts her canvas--
Who sings her praises in verses of love
And paints her dreams in romantic themes.
Neither a blemish in her twilight skies
Nor a hint of clouds in her cosmic view
As the starlit evening wallows in full moon,
And a night of revelry scripted for two
Aspires to new horizons of sapphire hues.
November 20, 2019
Placed 1st: Complete the poem—in the absence of complication poetry contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Placed 3rd: Strand select P contest by Brian Strand
Sanguine blush, outreaching its origin,
Roses bloom across the painting.
The sky extends its insubstantial limb,
Spreading its fingers- in gesture towards you.
A great fan, coral but crimson,
Shifting, yet still- tumbling across eternity.
The horizon appears, in a flash of pink rainbow,
Love, of the universe, of humanity,
Of life, appears… and evaporates; a gradual decline,
of colour; but so sudden too,
And we are left once more,
In solitude.
A Sanguine Sun
I saw the first glimpse of morning sun
He wore the faintest shade of pink.
But before I had the chance to blink
Golden wings opened. Day had begun.
With eyes squinted, I watched him soar.
He moved at a swift and steady pace.
As his warmth bathed my upturned face,
I absorbed his rays into every pore.
I kept my eyes on him through the day.
It was his job to keep the world bright
Until his daily burden gave way to night
And his shadows could no longer play.
When I looked again he was sinking low
A sanguine orb drowning in the sea
Taking my life blood away from me ~
Fond farewells cause my tears to flow.
I am a sanguine,
She calls me penguin.
I am not a flirt
I am not a bird
But I eat sardine.
I am a sanguine,
So I don't need aspirin
Because I smile
And worry for a while
I can't have mi-grin.
I am a sanguine,
I can't play the violin.
That is not the end of me,
If you can do the drumming,
I will dance to the tambourine.
I am a sanguine,
I talk like a machine.
If you do not listen well,
You will think I speak Mandarin
I am a sanguine,
I have read about Oleifins
Somethings about paraffin.
As playful as I am,
I do not read with caffeine.
I am a sanguine,
I drill like machine
I don't need enhancement
Because I will take you to the firmament,
If you want to prove me wrong
You need to feel my serpentine.
Poem written by Ogunfowokan Kolawole
Originally mine.
Lazy afternoon
Telemovie and naps;
Weary bones
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Words surge
Simple ideas;
Walk fond talk
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Old path here
Winding and trampled;
Grass verge survives
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Day trip outing
Viewing construction;
New house takes shapes
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Sanguine feel
Haiku streams flow;
Interim substance
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Cosmic fireworks
Meteors flying;
Starry black night
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House hunting
Beauty calls;
Homing device
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Saturday moods
Festive weekend;
No one visits
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Sudden and sure
Ageing feels awkward;
Grey hairs and paunch
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Ancient memories
Sharp contrast;
Silver moonbeams
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Desolate thoughts
Swing in and out;
Suspicion punctuates
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Leon Enriquez
07 June 2015
Singapore
Slowly, there was a sanguine setting of the sun
A breathtaking vision before twilight had begun
No artist's brush could ever capture the glowing
nor the rippling waves from the wind blowing
I watched as the beauty of it enveloped me...
that moment when daylight drowned in the sea
Prize poesy prime
Love's limpid lime
Aim apt adore
Yield yonder yore
Lust lines lovely
Earn etch easy
Oomph offers ooze
Niche nurtures noose
Play picks prompt pounce
Opt obvious ounce
Ends endow eats
Touch tasty treats
Weave worthwhile writes
Ripple rich rites
Ink inner imp
Touch tickles trim
Each employs edge
Romance reaps rage
Zoom zealous zest
Echoes express
Sign spacious sense
Thrill telling tense
Leon Enriquez
17 March 2015
Singapore
Sol's chariot slowly sinks, setting sanguine skies afire
while an ebony darkness descends, dousing scarlet flames.
And shadowy silhouettes swiftly shape shift...mimicking
monovalent monsters, bolstering bugaboo beliefs,
as a maroon moon maneuvers amidst a sea of stars.
(Free Verse)
June 14, 2018
When line five enables your poem to thrive
Silent One
Waters Of Sanguine 3
Dark yellow sands, coarse, raw in nature, sweeps the landscape
Their dome shape dunes and mountains in the thousands
Reach for miles high
Clear vision for over fifty miles to the horizon in each direction
Gives an idea of the planet’s size
It must be gigantic with low density and mass
Pastel pink orange sky stretches to infinity above and up
A fragrance in the air is detected with hints of saffron
Bright silver waters settle on this silent planet
Somehow out of place
Distant solid small bold sun casts its red eye on all
No creatures, no vegetation, no soul to this dead world
Plenty of sand swirls around the globe
Though no life at all, it is a friendly place
Bearable gravity, breathable thin air, temperate worldwide
I landed months ago low on provisions
Actually it was a crash
My space craft broke in two
But who is there to listen
Surviving solely on Sanguine’s silver waters
With clear tones of cinnamon and lavender
Rich in minerals and taste, it keeps me living
There is nothing here to eat
Void of trees and people
Exploration and discovery is all I do
No one knows my situation or location on this desert orb
I walk for miles every day but must return to drink
If you've seen one sand dune you've seen them all
And endless grains all look the same
Only the water here is my friend
Keeping me alive
What kind of life is this
Simply to survive
To wake up every day to watch the sand
And do it all again till every grain is counted
My thirst for life is running dry
Rhythm
Steady, healthy
Racing, easing, beating
Listen – a liquid melody
Sanguine
Written for the "Song of my Heart Poetry Contest"
Of a search this self speaks
stirred up it ever seeks
to secure The Soul
in silence it screams
In stillness of one’s soul
ye shall see Him, scriptures say,
yet my senses screech
as serenity stealthily slithers out
to smell Its scent
to sense Its stance
to spot Its sight
senses slip seizing Him,
in this storm I sail
staying in sanguine spirit
to soak into Supreme.
6-Sep-2020
Alliteration Regarding Relationship With God Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Beata Agustin
Bright blooms
Rich rooms
Prime peace
Etch ease
Reap rites
Word writes
Free form
Niche norm
Glimpse grace
Front face
Heart highs
Sweet sighs
Mind moves
Great grooves
Wear wit
Fond fit
Dare dream
Spell streams
Love lights
Sheer sight
Know keep
Play peeps
Verse verb
Kind kerb
Poise plays
Dream day
Clear choice
Veer voice
Calm cheer
Niche near
Take time
Charm chimes
Leon Enriquez
13 July 2016
Singapore
sanguine sunflowers
flourishing in a glass vase —
family setting
9/13/2019
I must keep my mind open wide,
as I know not the final score,
and take the days within my stride,
whilst I wait for ever more.
I found someone who expanded my heart,
my desires, my needs and my plans,
I do not know if we will stay apart,
and she makes me a better man.
I still smile while she infects my mind,
even though I'm filled with tears,
for she is sweet, beautiful and kind,
and I waited for her many years.
I pine and yearn just to see her now,
it burns and tears me to shreds,
I leave a space, it's hers somehow,
every night within my bed.
I must have hope, I must stay calm,
for true love can never just die,
optimistic scope to hold her in my arms,
although I discover naught when I scry.
I feel a hollow emptiness,
emerging from my head and chest,
but I have faith so I must digress,
to the fact she is truly the best.
If I am wrong and she does not come back,
I will never take another,
she is my song, my muse, my heart attack,
she was my perfect lover.
I held too tight and she could not breathe,
this fact between us goes unspoken,
if she does not return then I truly believe,
that this world is utterly broken.
I keep my mind open wide,
Though I know not the final score,
but my misery is very hard to hide,
while I wait for ever more.
Life force of blood.
Life force of existence.
Life force of progress.
Life force of everything, regardless of life force.