Best Sightly Poems


My Love Has Gone

My time has come to shamelessly sightly see
The seven seas sailed that have severed me
For my love has gone beyond the spheres
So I lay my night before the torrential tears

Pacified pillows condemned carelessly cry
Tainted windows that look thru amber sky
The Wishing Wells as dry as daunting dust
Broken hearts romantically remorse and rust

Winds that whisper her name come forth
So I may embrace her wandering warmth
For my love has gone beyond the spheres
Thus my soul is left yearning youthful years.




June.21.2017
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Premium Member The Old Rusty Gate

The Old Rusty Gate

        Old rusty gate stands as guard without fear,
       sightly slant at the back of my garden.
       Blue bell creeper leans on as iits barden.
       But it serves faithful since long thirty years.

        Great watchman dutiful not yet broken.
        Through day and night it acts as sentinel.
         Perch for bird: Path for running squirrel.
         It raises harsh cracking sound when opened.

         Otherwise no complaint:  Perfect watchman
          I feel nostalgic and can't change the gate,
         though visitors to garden get upset.
           My oldest companion:  I'm lts fan.

         Old gate has captured thick reddish brown rust.
           But it is still robust sturdy and strong
            serving me sincere since thirty years long.
          Struggling with time looses lustre, draws dust.

            I am calling mason  this afternoon
         The gate will be repaired with new fresh look,
          standing proud guarding garden at back nook.
          To be painted and polished very soon.

  07/10/22

                        Fourth place

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    Contest by Joseph May
 Title chosen The Old Rusty Gate 


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Premium Member Grandson-Grandma Collaboration


My Love for Dogs

Dogs cute and fluffy!
Of all shapes and sizes, 
some look so puffy.

Some dogs' hair is scruffy.
Comb them, please and make
them sightly!

Grandma and I wrote this poem
together.
A familial treasure, beyond any
measure!

(Written by Panagiota and her
grandson, Eddie)



Short Bio~*
Eddie is studying Poetry and is
thirteen.
He loves a 'Midsummer's Night's
Dream' and was when only ten
when he saw it!
Performed outdoors at....
Lake Tahoe, California.

Love, Panagiota and Eddie

October 2, 2019


Lover's Bones

The arms were bent to such degree
my elbows formed a pickle.
Where girls would laugh and carefully rub;
their actions all but fickle.

My knobby knees would catch their eye
alluring them with teeter.
My sex appeal was next to God.
Their motions now a beater.

My ankles seen as swollen out
would beckon for embrace.
When girls would reach to grab my frame.
Me blushing some disgrace.

My chin bone coming to a point
was shunning all but tempting.
The ladies wondering where it stops.
Not one of them exempting.

With knuckles bulging sightly bones
These beads of flesh made ripe.
A xylophone of sexy music
that women find their type.

My greatest feature boldly out.
A forehead bright to sight.
My headbone shining "Here I Am"
for which most women fight.

And finally not forgetting this-
My greatest gift to part.
I won't be sharing any of this,
for no bone is a heart.

Premium Member Floating

Bloated bubbly beauty
Sightly sensuous sexy


Dizzy dazzle dangling
Picture puzzle prompting


Loiter lofty laughter 
Moments misty matter


Timeless touching treasures
Motive meeting measures


Structure succinct story
Senses spreading silly


Effort erring endless
Sightings speaking senseless


Awkward actions appoint
Jumpy jealous joy joints


Nonsense nesting nothing
Blossoms bringing blessings


Teasing touchy troubles 
Ripples rooming rubbles


Poetry puzzles primal
Rushing rivers rival


Fuzzy feelings floating
Buzzy bumpy breathing 




Leon Enriquez
03 May 2016
Singapore

Felicity

I'm sitting here alone,

watching the sun rise,

life of leisure is my favorite song,

it's also showing the shine-

Waiting inside of a long day,

scrollin' the folly-

like a lick on the Zooxxzzzy!

Face is of-the-cream, 

obscene mean but hey I tasted the scene on a ween,

couldn't agree with you so politely as I danced the x's out of the sightly!

Rightly,

so roughly,

caustic matches brought the classes,

heightened and fastened-

flattening all plastic as I'm being a magnet.


Complex Alliteration - Hastily Hiding Wisely Waiting

HASTILY HIDING WISELY WAITING
Flying fish are really gliding, gracefully so.
Frantically, from so many predatory piranhas.
Silkily, sliding into the most fearsome fray!
Hastily hiding, in very thick growing, sightly sedges.
Wisely waiting until the predators pass.
Satisfyingly safe, start to safely fly feeding.
Dusk darkening, welcoming much needed silent sleep.
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2nd line- x+2 syllables 15
3rd line- x-1 syllables 12
4th line- (x+2)-1 syllables 14
5th line- x-2 syllables 11
6th line- (x+2)-2 syllables 13
7th line- x syllables 13

Which allows for infinite syllable sequences. An example, in the first line x=13:

Premium Member Scents Scents Scents

Seize subtle see
Calm cheer claims choice
Enjoy empty
Notice numb noise
Touch trouncing tee
Soar spheres sightly


Sign special sense
Chide cramp content
Emote end etch
Note nice new next
Thrill tender trace
Sight sunny space


Sense slippery
Create calmly
Employ ending
Nicer needing
Treat treasures toil
Speak salient spoils


Sail solemn shores
Choose clever chores
Empty entice
Now nimble nice
Tokens tumble
Sensuous stumble


Straight seeing stays
Compress clear clay
Endow each etch
Noxious new next
Truth troubles text
Sign succinct sketch


Leon Enriquez
19 Apr 2014
Singapore

Come To Past Suffering

{"How ones life has been going on, keep writing hard times a sentence on, you can be a light switch off/on."} - Loverboi

The suffering of today echoes a mile away, do I puzzle over faith in Lord God in anyway

Wrongdoings I shall regret, no outline on knowing the street ropes, the street aided me astray

Puffing pom-pom opera's, tiny opera's bashed on a ash tray, like letting my life go a way

Clearly wasn't reasoning such a thing, the galaxy milky way, stellar universes, milking a pathway, inked a verse

Pin I pad it, weed I had it, Tobacco Free Florida has persuasion to educate it

Debit card on a manage, hindrances I'll damage, upon granted an advantage

Good old days wounded, wound size enlarges, shapes, and withes

As each day announces a rooster, poor kid's are birthed including a tumor

Family speaking, staring pointing to a spine, A rumor, what's not brought to a men's acknowledgement is a rumor

Online typing applications browsing jobs, visionary on helping a consumer

Heart is circumcised, pumping echoes suffer, improved days I fantasize

Seize a card, imprinted letters and digits, profit a debit card name discover

"To collect bravery to attempt a extreme risk"

As we now know time is a cover

Willingness to endure is undiscovered, eventually discovered, the lustful eyes, to a mortal visionary sight, is sightly recovered

Suffering returning, overturn, didn't have control over the birthed sperm

More I live, More I learn

Rejoicing in the absence of money, usually lending away money, comes a limit where we all master to be joyful in the absence of money

" Perhaps Next Time"

Financial stability, Be spent on necessities abilities

Silver and gold no yearning, handle responsibilities

Showing helpfulness, your faintness, one couldn't pack and run, families the bloodstream vein run

Common people turn like a driver test turn, pray the poorest days, pave runaways

Devotee in God, Jesus, one's own effort, visualizations, have no doubt

Have faith experiencing a miracle, faithless guaranteed tomorrow

Life advances to a beautifully visionary paved pathway
- Loverboi

Eternity

As he began to kiss her, she stood in awe with the most pearly poise, mirroring the petals of a primrose that danced with an evening zephyr she once loved. Her cheeks reddened like the rose as she tasted his lips and her smile glistened with a sparkling lustre. She closed her eyes once again and approached his mouth with the most sightly smile.
As they kissed, she began to recite his poem in her heart and continued it's melody but for all eternity:

"Caressing cue in sky-lit blue 
In eternal dreams I long for you 
Dancing dew's red poured petal
Glancing pew as pollens soared settle"

Topical Tree Poetry - Dust Devils

DUST DEVILS
-
Topical Tree Poetry
~~~~~~~~~~

//\\
the African plains
once lush... verdant... living
dust devils now reign
[[[]]]
in the jungle
the sightly found a living
all the jungles... gone...
[[[]]]
dust devils thriving
anhydrous ere the dew drops
beetles salvation
[[[]]]
nature provides
many niches...  dew drops... life
the early birds drink
dry
arid
dried
desert
barren
drought
desolate
torrefied
dehydrated
wet
~~~~~

'Topical Tree Poetry: Defined:'
A new form of poetry invented by me, (Mick E Talbot), utilising, the 'shape' poetry format overall. Using the 'snowball' poetry form for the trunk, and any form that makes for a good canopy. The subject material must be "topical", ie, trending, current, historical, events. 

The format: The canopy; any form of poetry, 1 stanza, no restraint on the number of lines. Lines not to exceed 12 syllables.
The 'trunk'; a form referred to as a snowball. It starts with the smallest word alluding to the topic, then using synonyms increase in size by 1* letter, ending in an antonym, refer to my example poem. The whole must be centered. 

* Try to make the trunk branchless, the odd knobbly bump or hole not a problem. (The latter will happen at times).You can by hitting the space bar make the branch/es, hole/s appear on one side of the trunk, Or the other, just an afterthought ;-) Mick

#dust #devil

" of Africa "

So may have been that we who thought ~
Lands afar 'cross sea swift we'd ought ~
Shores held for us such wealths o'mind ~
O'which we'd never thought we'd find ~

Yet in doing that we'd desired ~
Thus so had much more inspired ~
For naught we knew o'such as does ~
Africa her secret was ~

She her realm of sightly glow ~
We so hers to only show ~
Yet had once been woman so ~
Of that land where we might go ~

For upon her grass once glided lass ~
O'such she was but shimmering glass~
Silken thread o'memory all ~
Her song so did our hearts enthrall~

SeaWolf
©

Torch Tribulation

With quite some ups and downs, twists and turns,
so illusionarily the mundane affairs fare,
racking everything up so far into thin air.
Traceless the same is my beloved, 
like a draught slipping through the door shoved,
only a wisp of fragrance, ethereally evocative, in dream of old lingering deep.
Meretriciousness submerges, merging my melancholiness into high wind,
without the slightest sightly serenity in retrospect seeming to seep.
So lonesome the small alcove, my innermost outpouring has only nihilism to find.

End of dream brings me no beginning of waking,
no fortuity for fancy fondness in the making.
Royal, royal roads of love far and near, just lurk out of my lap; 
Neat, neat niches for couples a dime a dozen, just lack of mine.
Freezing up instantly both dismal floccules citywide flying 
and full bosom of sentimentality seething out of my sap,
only wanders and wades constant contemplation in wooing want.

Premium Member Crazy Profound 14

Knit kindred know
Bestow blind blow
Glimpse gracious glow


Do deft dance dear
Steer sightly seer
Bloom bears buzz beer


Hot hype hurl here
Glance groovy gear
Free fuzzy fear


Cuppa coffee
Taste tranquil tea
Just joy juicy


Books bearing boast
Reaper's realms roast
Charm crystal coast


Wealthy words wind
Give gripe good grind
Free feelings find


Be brilliant bore
Carve clever core
Peel plunders pore


Store spiral spore
Blind blond blurbs bore
Grip glitching gore


Line lives long line
Feel foam flood fine
Dig deeper dine


Halt hunting haste
Wait weaves weird waste
Plot plunders paste


Crazy creep clowns
Fresh frozen frowns
Traverse toon town


Travel takes time
Real rivers rhyme
Chase cunning chimes


Leon Enriquez
24 Apr 2014
Singapore

Back To Vapors

Back to Vapors

A mild winter sun sets blazing orange.  
Mist rising from the mirroring  pond,  
sightly blurring sharp-outlined
black skeletons of summer trees.  
 
The stillness of gray vapors holds silence in thrall!  
 
At pond's edge I ask my friend Jim,  
the astronomer,if he seeks to understand:  
 
With a gentle, encompassing sweep of arm, 
Jim gathers the silence of the pond to his heart,  
his hand resting there a moment:  
 
Directly, then, with wan-wise, glance,  
Jim says: " Yes, but ...here.....now, you know!"  
Slightly smiling, then, he turns his gaze

back to vapors!

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