Best Savor Poems
A poetic community has many ingredients
Tablespoons of metaphors with Alliteration spice
A dash of Haiku makes things nice
Pour in some sonnets into a bowl
Mix in romance to make it whole
Add a sprig of thyme to the rhyme
Sprinkle in some free verse to make it sublime
Stir in some Limericks into the pot
A cup of Triolets will hit the spot
Savor the flavor as you sample the soup
As Personifications waft through the air
Prepare a Pantoum and add to the group
Add a cup of imagery to give it some flair
6-9-2024
Savor
Cherish all the good times whence
Love and Laughter did abound
Summon them to live anew
Savor once again
(Dodoitsu form)
Carpe Diem
I contemplate my image
In the mirror of my room
To put my plan in action
I will sieze the day
(Dodoitsu form)
Your favorite poem form contest
Nadya Ivette Negron October 27, 2015
Whether a totally
tubular ordinary day, or...hmm...
perhaps at the
approach of yuletide,
one need not go
far and wide
across the webbed world
to experience being unified,
this quasi motto maxim of sorts
analogous to auld
sanity clause trailguide
motivates me to
seek if necessary
all the way to Telluride
to attempt Swiss-side
enlightenment with every stride,
thus please feel free
and clear to chat streamside
ideally at springtide,
yea your welcome, yes do
respond to this snide
loner if game to chess das side
to accompany this gadabout
(once pawn a time) rook
key nada so longfellow
wordsworth king rustler,
yup, who still attests
to occupy ringside
available vacancy for queenside
guest of honor, (gnome hatter
if ye happen tubby pride
full favoring an effeminate
poetic guy), also...provide
ding no aversion toward
this moon face planetwide,
Martian hood doth bleach blonde
his hair with peroxide,
this lapsed lose zoo lee
errant knight well,
that could pose a minor
drag) hubble restraint,
I would override,
but actually this ring
around the collar, (sans whiskey
perspiration at noontide),
drunkard, (that's when
my late morning gets broken)
yea...way offset from nationwide
conformity, nonetheless huff
fain tuff fellowship with me,
a chap who doth not arise
before the crack of noon
lest inside his noggin
oozes like a mudslide,
(which on May 31, 1889
washed away Johnstown, Pennsylvania),
the damn burst (like
a Led Zeppelin),
and roared down the mountainside
triggered (human sited) landslide
decimating, leveling, and uprooting,
every friggin gabled
house along hillside,
which essentially created massive graveside.
He holds me as flavor to make me his savor
He holds me as flavor to make me his savor
what makes him take me is what makes me wake him,
forever in love to thus far is what makes him my sailor.
Life goes high to make us haler
when our walk of love goes out so dim,
he holds me as flavor to make me his savor.
He takes me with his love and leads me to the river
for me to behold the beauty in the calmness of our dream,
forever in love to thus far is what makes him my sailor.
In the dream of our brim there lies our favor
when our sight is filled with trouble there we rest for a trim ,
he holds me as flavor to make me his savor.
Wherever life takes us till the end we aver
to make our true love the best as we aim,
forever in love to thus far is what makes him my sailor.
Forever we flow and row to be the engraver,
with the beauty of our art though we skim
when things go wrong in each love layer,
forever in love to thus far is what make him my sailor .
by Esther J
Year 2022 has come and gone
Annus horribilis some say it was
A beautiful year yet for others
But that year is now history
The new year is here!
Embrace and savor it
New opportunities stare you in the face
Seize them while it is still day
The new year is what you make of it
Do not cling on the events of the past
For today is opportunity
And tomorrow a mystery
God the creator of the universe
Thank you for the breath of life
That keeps hope alive!
Let this year be good!
The garden that you wander child
was mine when I had faith in earth.
I sowed the seeds, let them grow wild
but never watched a blossom's birth.
I wrung the nectar from each whorl
got drunk on laughter and on pain
but never once appriciated curls
of leaves upturned on vines to praise the rain.
My vines are crawling beauty-burdened, bent
with longing for the grapes that never grew
my tendernesses have been spent
in search of what I never knew.
And now....
I can't extract myself from past
or pause to relish moments gone
I can not capture time that fled too fast
while rushing drunk from dawn to dawn.
Reflections rage in midnight wars
upon the plains between "I Was" and "Am"
and sickle moons dissolve before
the altars of "I Could" and "Can't".
While you can still appriciate
the taste of sweetness on your tongue
my buds are bitter and irate
for flavors missed when I was young...
So sip the nectar, taste the wine,
know the depths of high and low
but don't neglect the wand'ring vines
you'll need to grow your future soul.
(a petite poem at first xD unedited version)
Morning nap...I must take
Before my eyes become red
I haven't slept and my life's at stake
Just kidding...I rested instead!
Savor the moment
Of listening to music
I feel very content
Feelin' rather...epic!
Steer on, undying cheer
I have...no more...fear...
(I hope this was somewhat of your cup of tea today!)
It Made Me Think of You
David J Walker
Something
I don’t know what
Reminded me
You are not here
Perhaps it was the pot
On the stove
Like the one you used to
Soak the beans in
Overnight
Before simmering them
All-day
With a ham bone
Shedding its meat
Spreading it flavor
It makes me think of
The savor of
Warm cornbread
Made from scratch
It makes me think of a
Butter and a
Batch of biscuits
Which leads me to
The wild plum jam
Canned last summer
And the day we spent
Picking tomatoes as ripe
As August
And the next week
School started
And everyone looked
Brand new
Something,
I don’t know what
Made me think of you
You savor it...every last drop is bursting with intense flavor...
Your mouth is consumed with delight...
you are torn because you need more...
how will you get more?
Life is not the same with this craving...
You stagger along... seeking...wanting... for more...
He holds me as flavor to make me his savor
He holds me as flavor to make me his savor
what makes him take me is what makes me wake him,
forever in love to thus far is what makes him my sailor.
Life goes high to make us haler
when our walk of love goes out so dim,
he holds me as flavor to make me his savor.
He takes me with his love and leads me to the river
for me to behold the beauty in the calmness of our dream,
forever in love to thus far is what makes him my sailor.
In the dream of our brim there lies our favor
when our sight is filled with trouble there we rest for a trim ,
he holds me as flavor to make me his savor.
Wherever life takes us till the end we aver
to make our true love the best as we aim,
forever in love to thus far is what makes him my sailor.
Forever we flow and row to be the engraver,
with the beauty of our art though we skim
when things go wrong in each love layer,
forever in love to thus far is what make him my sailor .
by Esther J
Come a little closer; let me feel your heart race
As I curve to your love, bodies perfectly interlaced
Sit at the head of my table; let your tongue say grace
Partake of my provisions, savoring its taste
Delight in its essence, no need for the haste
Arms around my hips, I’ll swerve to your embrace
I will follow your lead, as you set the pace
Until my passion melts onto your face
And relish in the pleasure of my sacred place
I hope your enjoying your Sunday
Before it turns into Monday
And a new week will begin
As relaxing comes to an end
Having fun and chilling out
Is what weekends are all about
Bing watching and having snacks
Before Monday is coming back
Taking naps and getting rest
Making you feel your best
Snuggled up nice and toasty
Feeling all warm and cozy
Catching up on facebook posts
With friends who you love the most
Sending gifs, notes, and selfies
For social media to see
Enjoy this time Before its gone
The weekend doesn't last too long
Before life smacks you in the face
As work days start to take its place
keepin all assured,irritation is scored,
and plus they shivered from the coldness that was kept aboard.
the evergreens the seen,it's by the momentary,
plus perfected the vanish and the barely scary.
off the patio,is where were gonna confirm uniquely,
at the psychics weekly,so the sleepers can peep me.
time for a double portion, thats gone leave you sleaveless,
that Jennifer Tilli,now how much do you need this.
gone and carpenter the pavement,under the livestock,
where the pelicans flock,and the body's will rock.
see now a flyin dragon,with a jackel like manner,
now the days are numbered on your daily planner.
couse you got your lemongrass,and plus your bagpipes,
the confessions of lastnight,superior,past tights.
i can hustle out of this world,as long as it can be sold,
bold,cold the sholder,and see what it showed.
E.C.H.O'S
i cry every time hes not around me
its like there is a big empty hole in my chest
when he is around i get dizzy with releif
hes like the savor of my life
he saves me from being alone
i would cry if he left me
HES MY SAVOR
Thank you for limping into my heart
With a fractured wing and a shattered horn
For I have reveries of you
Might we have hitched paths?perhaps in our past lives
For I see reclamation when I dance in your eyes
These chaste hands are ready to brave the serenades of your wind
Find a way to love more and invest less
For you dress the attire of my desires
I know we're young but might we draft our vowels in advance?
I wish to write to you what these lips do when you get close to them
For today I bless you with a calm heart and a bag of Roses
You deserve everything that you desire!
I love you K!