Best Settles Poems
Pheromones’ anguish, settle for censored compromises
Windows layered across beckoned cathedrals
Shattered by chipped stones of the hypocrite
Wanton hearts scramble to restore weakest links
To a forged importance
Vacuumed tears towards a leader-less Sun
Yet, these incipient bonds
Will
NOT
BREAK
For it was today
Where cognitive dissonance fell unto a rejected, abstract morrow
As disarrayed perceptions
Copy & paste their way to mirrored confessional booths
Begging for error’s atonement
In order to repeat pencil-drawn, vicious circles
Tomorrow
…
Oh, what good is a curdled beggar reaching out for God’s clarity?
When they already took back the “change” left in His basket?
©Drake J. Eszes
Categories:
settles, life, people,
Form:
Free verse
Oh why oh why don't you clean your room
I wish I had heeded my mother’s words
For I’m sure many a mother has said this to their child
But fate intervened and the dust still hasn’t settled -
In fact I’ve not spoken to my mother for over a week
Last weekend I met the man of my dreams – James
Tall, dark and oh so handsome, like a young George Clooney
His number was etched in the thick layer of dust on the dresser
My mother took matters into her own hands
She decided to dust and tidy my room
HOW COULD SHE DO THIS TO ME!
His number is erased forever -
I have no way of contacting him
Guess I have learned a VERY valuable lesson
NEXT time I meet someone …
I will write his number in my diary!
25th February 2015
Fictional write for the Gathering Dust’ Contest - John Lawless
Categories:
settles, humorous, irony,
Form:
Free verse
Dust settles
Vibrations loosen
the dust on my piano,
releasing tiny particles
into a rectangle sunbeam
dancing about the glass,
as I play compositions
on freeform keys,
fingered imagination
frantically moving
levers in never before
heard melodies
with a locked
sustain pedal
holding each note
to gradually evanesce
into the silence
awaiting your return
as the dust
once again
settles
3/22/17
For the "Dust" poetry contest
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
Categories:
settles, missing you,
Form:
Free verse
The solar lights glow pink and white
as twilight settles in.
Pink and mauve, the darkening sky,
nature's painting does begin.
Late evening the visitors arrive
to dine on berries and leaves.
Two fawns and their mother standing close
looking guilty as three theives.
A summer evening such as this
is true beauty beyond compare.
So it must be enjoyed, each minute of it,
such perfection is something rare.
Categories:
settles, animals, nature
Form:
Rhyme
the sun is erased
behind a cloud of despair-
days froze to silence
dust stung eyes of the earth, flags
escaped their closets...
Categories:
settles, history, sad,
Form:
Tanka
Love broken down to the finest points,
penetrated by infinite thoughts.
In the aiming distance of cupids bow and arrow.
Ascending with love on the back of a sparrow,
holding on to my sombrero,dropped in golden yarrow.
love settles in bone marrow,
we trample on golden yarrow
lovely we dance
bolero
bolero
bolero
Categories:
settles, love, love,
Form:
Rhyme
dragonfly settles
cattails grow with feet in pond
campfire smoke drifts by
Barbara Gorelick
Nature Haiku contest hosted by Constance
Categories:
settles, life, nature,
Form:
Haiku
The forest settles into the night
But bright flashes disturb the pitch.
Haunting music dances like a sprite,
And pounding feet bewitch.
Bright flashes disturb the pitch,
The flickering flame casting shadows
And pounding feet bewitch
On the road to El Dorado.
The flickering flame casting shadows,
Spirits rise to cause havoc tonight
On the road to El Dorado.
When pain emerges burning bright,
Spirits rise to cause havoc tonight.
Haunting music dances like a sprite
When pain emerges burning bright
The forest settles into the night.
Categories:
settles, dance, magic,
Form:
Pantoum
Peering through her doorway
from the outside, looking in
I see stacks upon stacks
of newspapers, through the
darkened corridors
of her dimly lit home.
And the Dust Settles.
Hazy sunlight filters behind
her, and in between
the shadows of her face
She looks embarrassed.
Having been caught in the act
she is paralyzed by indecision
while she collects, stacks, and saves.
And the Dust Settles.
Papers, like shaky towers
Climb upward toward the ceiling.
Obsessively hoarding, she must
Keep them, or she
might be throwing away
current events, history
even LIFE itself.
And the Dust Settles.
Written on 2/26/2015
Categories:
settles, environment, fear, sad,
Form:
Free verse
See in south africa, we are
diverse like very tree branches
we oh so admire.
You have your different races
and in them people divide
themselves
Through status , language,
religion and money. But the
greatest gap is through black
communities, which I am a part
of.
It brought tears to my eyes to
witness
the Black bothers oppress one
other cause one thinks their
language is a superior to the
other.We should have learnt a
lesson from the Apartheid, one
would think.
I sometimes wonder when
Nelson Mandela invisioned a
beter world was it anything like
the one we live in today?.
Yes, i am glad that I,a black
man, have oppotunies that I
procure based on my hard work
and not my skin colour.
But is it too much to ask for
people direct positive energey to
one another.
At the end of the day I ask
myself
are we an anger driven nation,
now that apartheid is gone, do
we
turn against each other?
Categories:
settles, confusion, political,
Form:
Free verse
I'm tying my wrists across the way he used to kiss me, back to bedposts and marking bruises
that resemble
February's
hands....
He bites his nails and PACES
left foot right and cry through telephone lines that
bite me...
He's terrified of losing me, of forgetting how I rested my lips upon his wounds in March
and my breath inhaled his soul, now he's leaking out of cuts I tried to heal
and here, here I have footsteps all across April
can't I scream? Can't I
just
scream?
I hear his fingers slipping across concrete, his heart is breaking, he's breaking
and I bleed every time he bites his tongue, I can't curl into this and hide beneath his chin
he mistakes the gnashing of teeth for the satisfaction of my appetite, he's blind to
frustration and I'm
CHOKING
still, I can't absolve him of his guilt, I'm having trouble with my heart this time
I'm suffocating on our past
and every
footstep
tears me, I know...
I know...
how to crumble and I think I'd love to be the dirt that sits underneath his nails just so
I could
feel
his tongue.
Don't...
I want to scream and watch Florida and Northern Pennsylvania smash in the sky
I want their lightning to strike me so I burn, I want him to capture the scent of my curls
from somewhere seeping through the cracks of his walls
I want him to see me, warped, my knees
crooked
my ankles teasing elbows, I want him to KNOW
the tears of April and what she would give to
SMASH us together one more time
so I can see it snow, so I can capture the originality of his cruelty
on my lonely tongue
as he scrapes concrete
to pass the hours in which he's terrified
to set me
free.
Categories:
settles, loveheart, heart,
Form:
Free verse
it wasn't a song of forever
it was just for a little while
I recognized the strumming
but not the lyrics to the song
you may not like the comments
but I've never steered you wrong
ya need a place with some elbow space
an altitude higher than this
where the breeze wafts fair
a breath of fresh air
where shadows can rest for awhile
after all this dust settles down
after all this dust settles down
it wasn't a dance of forever
it was just for a little while
you got very close, closer than most
while the tempo played to my heart
and I got caught up in the intrigue
of what could or could not be
it doesn't turn out like it could have
this story took on quite a spin
but I'm benevolent with this ending
after it all finally falls into place
everything as it should be
what's not happening between you and me
ya need a place where it can hide away
where everything is not as appears
where shadows never see the light of day
smoke hiding the trick mirrors
after all this dust settles down
after all this dust settles down
you are quite the visionary
seeing how it would turn out
knowing what I require
no absense of truth and doubt
a true friend through thick and thin
the kind that sees all and still hangs in
it doesn't need to be a suffix
it takes a different turn that's all
a benefit of what friends require
every little once in awhile
yeah, I'm good with that
yeah finally, I'm good with that
after all the dust settles down
after all the dust settles down
Categories:
settles, introspection
Form:
Free verse
The composer asked the Zen Master:
“I would like to write a Zen song
But I don’t know where to begin”
The Zen Master replied:
“I meditate all day long
But I never know where to begin”
President Obama’s wife asked the Zen Master:
“Since my husband became President
He has changed
I don’t know what to do about it”
The Zen Master replied:
“If I were you
I would become a nun
And pray all day for my husband
Until he wakes up from his dream
From wanting to be someone else”
The owl asked the Zen Master
“I hunt in the night
And I sleep in the day
How does that help me to get enlightened?”
The Zen Master replied:
“It sure has helped me”
The Zen Master asked Spiderman:
“With all the things you do every day
You must be enlightened?”
Spiderman replied:
“I am not Superman”
The Angel asked the Zen Master:
“What will happen to me
When I am retired from being an Angel?”
“That is a good question
We all have to think about retirement
Who will give us food stamps?”
Categories:
settles, funnyday,
Form:
Your love is like a whirlwind – empty in the center and just as shortly lived
You tried to seduce me with your horn -but I was never a fan of bad jazz
Impress me with your fancy sports car- but you can’t afford the payments
Spend money like you’re generous - but you don’t repay your debts
You pretend you care about foster kids- but I know to you they have a price
You claim to be a painter- but your paintings have never been seen
You’re a retired martial artist –who seems to have misplaced his belt
You profess to know how others should live-but you seldom leave your kingdom
You’re like those unread books on your finely manicured bookcase
Just for show
And just like the books
The dust always settles when you sit too long
Why did it take so long for me to see that you weren’t who you claimed to be?
In a well-groomed house-my mortgage overdue
With expensive art hung -there was no artist in me
Where shopping for clothes and shoes I tried to fill the hole
Lending money in exchange for love as if I had the tree
Passing judgment over him without ever looking at me
Why did it take so long for me to see?
I was not who I claimed to be
Like those unread books on my finely manicured bookcase
Just for show
And just like the books
The dust always settles when I sit too long
Categories:
settles, break up, introspection,
Form:
Once winter comes
it settles in
Hugs the ground
a second skin
Thick blanket of snow
uncovered 'til Spring
Puddles iced over
biting wind on the wing
Chilled to the bone
we head wearily home
A crackling fire indoors
~ Autumn's no more
Categories:
settles, farewell, snow, winter,
Form:
Rhyme