Best Seekers Poems
Let abundant energies ............... burn
Late into the night as ................. the
Light of a flickering .................... candle
Throws reflected shadows .......... at
Mirrored walls, while we ............. both
Bathe in pleasure till music .......... ends.
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Contest: End Line Word
Sponsor: HGarvey Daniel Esquire
Placed 1st
"Pleasure Seekers burn the candle at both ends."
Categories:
seekers, night, passion, romantic,
Form:
Acrostic
Pleasure Seekers.
.
One delightful star-studded evening
I took a blissful took a exploration
Over peeked topped hill
And crag and pleasant sweeping vale
As the sun got warmer and warmer
On my adventure I had entailed
.
Gentle soft rain awakened the shifting landscape
As the bird of paradise responded
Whispering her joy and pleasure
With varied mounting uttered tones
And I excitingly discovered hidden treasures
Intoxicated by her scented glistening rose
.
She raised her ivory pillars
And spread her pretty butterfly wings
Beckoning me with urgency
To sip from her sweet tasty dew filled cup
I lingered upon her womanly offering
As my delight and her pleasure increased
And the stinging bee had now woke up
.
We sailed together upon waves of exquisite sensations
As the waves gathered momentum
And we weaved our surrendering bodies
With passion rapture and sharing
Throughout the magical star studded night
Creating so much beauty
Bonding hearts and souls with tender care
.
After the lavish feast was over
And our hunger now satisfied
We held each other in our folded wings tight
As the warm embers aglow
On this our blessed wedding night.
.
Peter Dome©2021.
Categories:
seekers, appreciation, love, sexy,
Form:
Free verse
Children get seized at the border;
parents are led away in cuffs.
Under Presidential order
ICE morphed into a gang of toughs.
The United States has no shame
they sold their soul to the devil.
Asylum seekers weren't to blame
for Trump sinking to this level.
Kids are a political tool,
kidnapped from fleeing families.
Enforced by Republican rule,
laws mandate these calamities.
Nazis and fascists rally round
Trump, waving confederate flags.
Hate's propaganda is unbound,
their blood chants recruiting scumbags.
A bigot's voted in power,
a nationalist is in charge.
A man defined by Trump-tower
is revered by cultists at large.
Democracy's reached a crossroads,
a lunatic has won the race.
And holding the nuclear codes
he incites his ass-kissing base.
Categories:
seekers, 12th grade, age, anger,
Form:
Rhyme
Captivated by the flesh
never reaching the buried spirit
captured deep within.
Looking for trust; we are sidetracked by lust.
First, look into the whites of their eyes,
watch their smile, measure their laughter.
For then you shall find what you truly seek.
Smell, the freshness of innocent breath.
And know assuredly
That hate, and selfishness has not
calcified their hearts.
Recognize lust as ignorance,
that ignores spiritual wisdom
and taints the mind with deceit.
As we seek the soul, we are sometimes
captivated by the flesh.
Never reaching the buried spirit
captured deep within.
Be guided not by the glitter,
but let the love of righteousness be your bow…
Aim your arrow STRAIGHT toward the soft marrow of the soul.
If to know true love is your aim, and spiritual peace be your goal.
Categories:
seekers, beauty, blessing, devotion, happiness,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Two fat guys on a subway train,
Taking lots of space,
Had room enough between them
For a thin one to embrace.
A standing pole prevented
Easy access to the seat
So most of us considered
It not worth it to compete.
But twice, new passengers approached
And asked one guy to move,
A question totally ignored
For he was in his groove.
With phone in hand and head kept down
He blew off the request
And acted like he wasn’t
The malingerer addressed.
The first seat-seeker merely shrugged;
Resigned himself to stand.
The second asked again and then
Took matters into hand.
He squeezed into the little gap
And made himself at home,
Inspiring admiration and
The spur to write this poem.
Categories:
seekers, new york,
Form:
Rhyme
There is no world without sins
It is written so
The birth of humanity was the first sin
Sinning flowed like lava from the mountain tops
Sinners and sins
The world to some may seem dark and grim
Floral looks the most beautiful and virgin when is dying
Exquisite and exotic before petals fall crying
There are the ones who defend deplorable beliefs
Instead they should see the autumn, the colors of the leaf
They speak so as to be heard, to have the last word
They are the sinners whom really seem the most absurd
There is no god, no god that you know
It’s in your head you see, and thoughts melt with the snow
Yet sinners march on, carrying crosses and crescents
Sadly their religion is the religion of peasants
Sinners Sin
Some drink tea, some drink gin
There is upon us this ray of slim hope
Seeking enlightenment that comes not from the book
Categories:
seekers, allah, christian, inspirational, poets,
Form:
Free verse
Those who glorification seek
By
Sailing upon oceans of innocent blood,
Undoubtedly,
Into hell’s harbor will anchor!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
31 October 2015
* Inspired by Liam Mc Daid's poem in fb.
Categories:
seekers, hate, people, war,
Form:
Epigram
We loved to share (when we were free)
we shared the river, and the tree,
you shared your heaven and I
my earth:
then in the evening, we shared
our mirth
We could not share the pain of birth,
the look of shock, when in the dock:
the surfer’s wave, just passed us by,
as nimbus clouds, in clear blue sky
We often shared, a thousand times,
when together, all those rhymes,
but now we’re split, and all alone,
we simply gaze, the silent phone
Categories:
seekers, break up, farewell, husband,
Form:
Verse
"Legend has it that the Gods of Asgard
opened up the heavens, and brought Rune
Stones with them; stones that had Man's secrets,
and his connection to the divine realm" the old sage
assured them, his long, white beard gently being swayed
by the sea breeze.
....little did they know that the old man was actually Odin,
who foresaw their victory in recovering Thor's Hammer,
deep in the Ice Kingdom, hidden by Locke!.....
Date: 14/07/14
Categories:
seekers, adventure, art, imagination, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
Breath on skin
warm sighs tingle
titillate
Lips search curious
exploring flesh landscape
Traversing the beauty
laying light kisses as mementos
Bound only by interwoven fingers
Pleasure flashes white
...imbibed passion reflects from linen
aspersion illuminated glistening skin
Limbs tangled like beautiful bondage
succumbing to blissful hedonism
two making one mass of ecstasy
A feast, we eat greedily
glowing lurid seekers of sexual festival...
Categories:
seekers, passion
Form:
Free verse
Forward, towards the morn’
Towards the light that breaks through dawn
Spawning a new day
A new way
Or a new escape.
Fate unfolds only for the bold
Those who seek the light
Those who shun the old and stagnant way
Yes, a new day brings refreshing winds of change
The icy breath of renewed life
At the very least,
The promise of the expulsion of strife
Now, the blight of the light
Is that the night houses dark
Which cripples adventurers before they embark
As the most righteous of heroes
Needs a villain for valliance
The light needs the dark for balance.
Categories:
seekers, dark, light,
Form:
Free verse
leans against the pllow in pain, pains of cultivated years wastes in vain, going to bed with everthing in trousers, not any man but those in executive trousers, that posh car ride. now posh aids ride, waiting for death to come. and death too waits for to come. years of hard work in undergraduate days, ready to compensate good coming days. now the cloud is dark. for unstoppable tears to embark, on the journey of eyelash wetting.
Categories:
seekers, health, death, death,
Form:
ABC
What is left to be said
whats done is far behind
I'll always be filled with wonder
until all reasoning subsides
Sometimes I feel it's pointless
for me to even try
a futile attempt to break through
your weakness disguised as pride
As I write this all for me
I won't apologize
I've been sorry for long enough
maybe its a failure to realize
the strides I made were paid in full
yet I still give you credit
your not lost, just misinformed
it's not your fault so don't regret it
I only know what love is
because it opposes my hate
by the time it reaches inside my soul
it will intentionally be too late
I'll leave room for no one to care
it always just seems they do
if one would could define you
it might be too much confused
So now you fold into the generic mold
the world is full of that
only you can really change it
at the rate it's going, I doubt that
Categories:
seekers, art, confusion, devotion, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
Job Seekers
After being unemployed for a long time I got
a job as a cook in a cafe where people came
for the beer, but the local law demanded
drinkers had to order something to eat before
drinking. Usually, it was a burger or a cheese
sandwich. If a sandwich came back uneaten
it was moved to another plate and served again,
but I had to open look under the cheese to be
sure no one had put something there, like
the butt of cigarette and so on. I knew the game
having been a drinker there until I lost my job
of putting a lid on tins of sardines and mackerel.
To be working class when time is good is Ok, but
but sooner or later there will be a downturn
and without proper education poverty beckons.
Categories:
seekers, angst, culture, destiny, education,
Form:
Blank verse
Thinking that I held love’s promised certitude yet brandishing a broken heart~
“True Love” lied and languished in Daily Disney Land Delusion~
Time’s painful reproach surreptitiously surrendered~
Crumbling creation stirred forgotten forlorn fantasies~
Bleeding from the gaping wound of wanting , hoping, hemorrhaging~
Badly bruised and broken, striped raw of the future's wanton wish~
Desperately decaying yet denying death’s diligent delight~
Reaching, grasping, clawing for the past’s perfect presentation~
Knowing Only a script of memorized, methodical monologues~
All desirous dreams destroyed in faith’s fiery inferno~
Emptied and as hollow as hell’s hidden harmony~
Birthed once again by misery’s mischievous midwife~
The seeker prostrates to the purpose in the pain~
Embraces the dancing demon in the darkness~
Deliciously destroyed by Lover and Beloved~
Simply sighs in sweet surrender~
Copyright © Satprem 2015
Categories:
seekers, addiction, angst, anxiety, betrayal,
Form:
Prose