Best Sensations Poems
Colorful symphonies sound
As red and gold bells fall down,
Shook loose by crisp cool air,
Tinkling their way to the ground.
Displayed on the limbs of trees
Are rich orange marmalade leaves,
Visions of autumn’s dessert
Tasting sweetly upon the breeze.
Autumn brews warm concoctions
With auras of perfection
And richly spiced aromas,
Which soothe our frayed emotions.
Fall’s festive nature brings out
A spirited dancing shout
And lovely celebrations
With beauty bursting about.
© 08-16-2012
For: Autumn's Beauty Contest
Rubbing it's eyes, the year wakes in yawn.
Hibernating winter shade.....at last it's gone.
'Hello, my dear Spring', "Good Morning".. c'mon.
Advent of the vignette....embraces the dawn.
Look!..A child has just learned to walk..
His fortune.... new life....is excited to knock.
March and April date...dance and roll and rock.
Woodpeckers make home.....patient round the clock.
Clothes of Primrose, Lilies .....Daffodils and Tulips.
Petals unfold blushing buds....hiding in eclipse.
Burgeoning vibes of love.... nature in partnerships..
Orange Yellow Honey.....in Green and Purple drips.
In vernal color of wild music, ....nature is a gypsy.
The hymns of hummingbirds.... cuckoo chirps.... crispy.
Cadence of bass and treble ....the breeze ..soft and tipsy.
Oh Sensuous Spring ! ......"I Love Thee"...
Won't you now kiss me?
Dated 6th November 2018
Seasonal or Unseasonal Poetry Contest
Sponsor Kim Rodrigues
New ambient light taking hold of that which was once darkened by time.
New thoughts eluding desires and all answers to the questions at hand.
Laminated emotions taking the places of the empty spaces inside the mind.
Feel the love from behind the reinforced glass? Didn’t think it was possible.
Now the age of reasoning comes into play, now is the time for deep thought.
The devil calls for pain, in waves that crash on this body like water on rock.
No visible damage but over time it wears it down to nothing, little by little.
Plunging into the deep end surrounding the mind and clouding the vision.
Breathing is impossible, gasping for air only brings water into the lungs.
This feels like dying. This feels like numbing. This feels better than living.
Spring awoke from her long Winter's dream,
to a world of colors and warm sun beams.
Birds are singing their heavenly refrains,
the scent in the air of gentle sweet rain.
The world alive with tomorrow's promise,
Nature's bounty, its beauty a bonus.
The trees are adorned in lovely green leaves,
flowers filled with nectar, as busy as bees.
The woodland creatures come out of their sleep,
a brand new day they are anxious to meet.
Fields fertile as far as the eye can see,
ready to yield flora that grows wild and free.
God smiles down on the scene he has painted,
a garden, his gift for the one we have traded.
10/22/18
"Though all have endless love within, many feel they have none until external love shows as fantasies contend." ~~ Poet
I thought I knew love’s emotional pallet,
then you gathered me in passions ballad
and my sureness tossed in kinetic transport.
In your embrace, all I knew became unglued.
Such an amazing, glorious sensation
increased its revelation because your known
was equally thrown, richly altered just as my own.
Times like now, our desires seek declaration
from our mutual flames celebration
of romantic love we both hold as a blessing.
You say our love is so tenderly strong, it is truly poetic.
Tonight, as your lips tantalize mine until intoxicated,
the entire world fades away unrealized ~
only we exist inside a shared bliss that enthralls.
Again, and once more, I always seek your lips for kisses
I adore while wishing all were reality, not my fantasies
creating a sedating escape from the unrequited
love I am always bleeding. It is silent kisses
and all my other pretendings that keep
what never started from
ever ending.
When things go wrong and I fall to tears
Lyrical phrases ring through my ears
It brings a smile to me ten feet wide
A passion of sounds I can’t want to hide
From the moment I rise to greet the day
My soul is moved with the music and sway
A warm up of wealth for my soul to endure
A sense of center consoling and sweetly demure
splendid colors brew
warm potions that soothe the soul
spiced fall concoction
orange marmalade leaves
taste sweet upon thy palate
fresh autumn dessert
crisp cool breezes blow
shaking loose red and gold bells
color symphonies
© 08-15-2012
We push to imitate nature's
flavors, both sour and sweet;
compare the taste of lemons
to that of a lush, ripe peach,
or the nectar of pure honey
to the tang of a dill pickle.
The fruit-flavored snack-pack
spilled into my hand,
perceived imitations of the real deal:
One shaped blackberry (hardly)
Two round orange slices (scored)
One green apple (Granny Smith?)
A bunch of cherries (close)
Two raspberries (not)
I popped rubbery orbs into my mouth,
closed my eyes and chewed slowly,
seeking the flavor of raspberries
like those growing on vines
just beyond the entrance to Castlewood State Park.
The cherry almost succeeded
in replicating the original;
all others were blatant counterfeits.
I once met a Flavor Chemist.
How many blackberries must he consume
before he can approximate the taste?
He answered my question
with a smile, and a bottle
of imitation vanilla flavoring.
There is beauty in your absence
there is greatness in your silence
there is pain in your wishes
In your innards, there are dreams
Poetry and you are synonymous
I am synonymous with love
how I love you both.
Poetry is a susurrus
that tickles the nooks
and crannies of resourcefulness
every recourse, every nook
and cranny, and life itself
the shadow lives inside me
an almost flawless replica.
It moves when she moves
smiles when she smiles
all is well, a shadow says
shadows from the past
stretch longer when the sun sets.
Weaning from the breast
of grief and tears
becomes starker and harsher
Mother, you are long gone
yet in the fading light
I suckle on your memories.
5th place contest winner
Written: January 28, 2023
Your Pick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Ethereal poetic musings
create celestial visions,
like a gymnastic athlete
with lively coloured ribbons,
renewing life as circles of light
swirl into exotic symbols.
Lights flicker as cameras
flash to perpetuate the scene,
holding spectators captive
with astounding imagery.
Celestial visions overwhelm
sensations ne’er forgotten.
Especially when she hugged him
And kissed him over and over again.
Till I wake up. Was it a dream?
Or was it just a sensation?
One scent of jasmine, or sweeter,
Aromas divide to conquer wild.
Greenery arrives slowly, quickly rise.
Meadows hidden behind blinds
Naturally so calm,
Blazing spring sublime
Erasing disheartened specks…
In natures design
Delivering peace
To my soul, while bringing work
To all of mankind
Written by
Cecil Hickman
Written for
Sponsor ~ Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ ~
Contest Name Nature, Four In One
exquisite effervescence surfaces dreamily
glittering pearls flickering tinges from
the sunlights caste
admiring change
through chocolate eyes
and hungry hearts
to submerge in pure water
with unbridled zest
Street-lights golden nuggets on a plane
I shimmer with anticipation
Aircraft dips left like a soaring hawk
Golden eyes zero in on its prey
Aloft and descending turbulence
Undercarriage open like talons
Binocular vision so alert
As screeching rubber thumps the tarmac
Decelerate adrenal glands pump
Undoing buckles my thoughts floating
About casual normality
Within casual catastrophe
We have naturally come so far
Yet I feel so unnatural here
Aircraft mobiles cars cities and things
Overwhelming sophistication
Better to lie in my earthen bed
Feeling the pulse of my heart beating
Better to be the hawk in the sky
Feeling the wind ruffle through my wings
A smell…
I cannot remember…
Food? A hotel restaurant?
Vacation.
My mother, my father, my sister…
And a little girl.
Too short.
A perfume…
I can see…
Flowers, and sun!
My life…
Your face, your touch…
And me.
Forever.
Alliteration #4:
SENSATIONS
Troubles tell tales true
Comely curves charm cue
Jumpy jive juggles
Supple sense struggles
Mingle moments mild
Wake wandering wild
Nurture new notions
Pick private portions
Question ***** quotient
Dance deep devotion
Bear bustling bright boom
Dust dazzles deep doom
Unzip urgent urge
Mind makes motive merge
Winds wear wealthy wit
Fleeting forms forge fit
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
14 March 2015
Singapore