Best Silhouetting Poems
Mist rises from the valley floor
Sunshine peeks over the mountain top
silhouetting the Coopers Hawk
soaring in the southern breeze
I sit in my old oak rocking chair
drinking my dark black coffee taking it all in.
Mornings don't get any finer
I am one
one with nature.
The smell of flapjacks fill the air
Then out walks you
my heart skips a beat
as you smile
brighter than the clear blue stream
blending in beautifully
with the azure sky
your caramelized eyes glisten
each time you glance my way
I can't help but smile
for this is the perfect day
Take a look my Love
do you see how the diamonds of our dreams
are burning so brightly and violently
silhouetting the lips of our wishes against the walls of ancient Latin gold
in the sacred villa of Love's Kingdom where there is no escape
where rescue is unwanted,
where we survive and grow stronger in the gymnasium of passion's glory
did you notice that above the rose vine gateway
the phrase Sancta Simplicitas is carved deeply into the black and white marble,
do you feel the crimson love stress within your throat,
do you taste your soul's intestinal fortitude
surfacing on your spiked tongue
as we wrestle eachother ruthlessly, like champions that die in defeat,
moral armbars, clean elbow strikes to the jaw of flippancy,
pressure point pinches to the arteries of our inhibitions,
intellectual left and right hooks landing on the cheeks of our wisdom,
poetic hip throws to the mat of hard lust
defiant choke holds of love, flawless in tight execution
penetrating the blood brain barrier with the ecstasy of warrior fervor,
and as we lay sweatied and spent on the ground of this rough enlightenment
we look at eachother admiringly and realize like young romance
that we live for a single, shared purpose
to teach love what love means,
If they ever say diamonds to diamonds, dust to dust
they'll be speaking in bereavement of our beauty and bravery, of our best,
and I won't allow that,
as I know damn well
that you will not tolerate such misgivings either my Love,
instead,
we shall build a war machine of divine desire
that will destroy the proven walls of conventional psychology
erect a fortress of love that can withstand total despair,
and they will know the strength of our diamond love
as it guides the lost and lonely
through chaotic oceans of heart hysteria as with us,
no one will ever say our love died,
because we fought for it to live my Love -
Sancta Simplicitas is an ancient Latin phrase meaning...Holy Simplicity...
J.A.B.
rest your head my love
in my caring and comforting arms
we will swing
on this rustic faded yellow porch
under the pink and orange and red hues
of the setting sun silhouetting
the streaking clouds over the horizon
let me gaze into those loving eyes
so soft and sweet reflecting your beauty
like caramel being wrapped around an apple
I can hear music coming from inside the old farmhouse
It is our favourite song.
The one we chose for our first dance
at our wedding
Oh how I remember that day
you were so beautiful
you were radiant
we danced oh we danced
arm in arm
cheek to cheek
you made my knees go weak
it was so beautiful
Oh how you are still so beautiful
after all these years
come dance my love
Rippling waters moving
feeling hypnotically soothing
under our boat it rocks us
under its spell it locks us
misty fog slightly breezing
dampening the salty air we’re breathing
over our shoulders it shrouds us
silhouetting the masts around us
rippling waters moving
feeling hypnotically soothing
its rhythmic ride tells us
to give in and let it lull us
moody night skies
reveal nothing to our eyes
not the light of the moon or a star
but secrecy’s a seductress where we are
rippling waters moving
feeling hypnotically soothing
sultry sway hypnotizes us
as Eros glamorizes us
Susan Ashley
May 17, 2019
*In Greek mythology, Eros is the Greek god of love.*
Silhouetted Stagnant Shadows
Stagnant shadows of night sequestered slaves in sight
Faces fading in fright as the fear feeds the lethargic light
Silhouettes of love in plight demons dancing in delight
As darkness devours the white, images surreal will smite
Within negative reflections of my loves dire defections
Outlines of lost connections metaphors of misdirection’s
Dormant internal infections reliving raging resurrections
Silhouetted projections of my dismal depleting affections
Black portraits of palpable pain never to rejoice and regain
Darkened phantoms of grain scornfully sabotaging the sane
Deceivers of the defiant drain tragically tangled of the twain
Vanity in a voiceless vain the sentinels stand in their reign
A dark matter display particles of light have gone astray
Within a decomposing decay a silhouetting fractal buffet
In my capturing love delay, silent shadows bitterly betray
And now my dreams are far away within a black hole ballet.
Sept.08.2017
Silhouette
Sponsored by... Craig Cornish
The tuscan sun dips over the horizon
a river of red flows through the hills
gentle the sounds of love come alive
claiming another montalcino night
Echo the strums silhouetting my soul
soft samba beats calling me home
fragile red petals dance through the air
an illusion of light, lifts me away
Vivere attraverso la musica floating
tender touch serenades to the moon
attraction filters a sensual perception
and hearts twirl as every note's inhaled
Desirous dust devils dance for a glowing gold god,
withering winds wandering whither they wish.
Silenced as shadows stretch, silhouetting strange shapes,
elongated ellipses etching the expansive emptiness.
Quickly cooling, the sunset slathers the sky in carnelian colors.
Deep desert darkness descends, a moonless diaphanous dome.
Looming above us, the luminous universe lifts our eyes aloft.
A celestial shining so supreme it spawns starry shadows,
succoring our unsatisfied souls in its empyrean embrace...
The watcher waits...
Twisted popcorn lace decorates
The eastern pale blue sky
A canopy of delight hangs
Miles and miles up high
Upon the eastern horizon
An orange sun seeks to climb
Across the sun streaks of purple clouds
The sun arrives just in time
Apricot jam slathered across
Dripping stickily on pines
Silhouetting an outline there
Of oaks and pines combined
Thank you, God, for the beautiful
Artistic scene on the sky
A few moments to watch nature
And swallows dart and fly
All heaven's hosts rise early Autumn nights
A million stars a-twinkling merrily
The moon reflecting sun's diurnal light
Silhouetting lovers, snuggling cozily
My fireplace crackles, warming slippered toes
A whistle from the kettle on the stove
The doorbell rings; in cold like this, who goes
Come in, dear friend, do not this cold night rove
The stranger enters, shiv'ring head to toe
His face pale blue above his knitted brow
Removes his gloves; into his hands he blows
He would yet tell his tale, but knows not how
Exhausted steps, and then he stumbles, falls
~His story's buried deep within my walls
(Iambic Pentameter)
The sun lifts an edge
and peeks a feeble light
beneath a blanket
of morning fog, its dull glow
hugging the horizon,
silhouetting a stand of trees
and the cross-hatched
pattern of a factory fence.
Another day has begun
with its shuffle of trite
miscellanea.
I muster an interest, sending
out my first emissary of thought
to greet the return
of this ancient god, follow the rituals
set to guide my way, bring favor
and bless the little plot
of earth that surrounds my life.
I pray a poem to reap
a continued harvest.
Not much happens now except
down in the cellars of my mind
where I keep the past bottled
like vintage wine. Now and then
I give each a turn to dislodge
the sediment and taste
a sample or two,
clean the labels and try
and remember the details
from those that have fallen off.
Occasionally I bring
a bottle up to share with a friend,
set it upon a table, open
and drink. An insipid autumn sun
is enough to dance reflections
around the rim of my glass,
ease out a tear or a smile,
helping me up to go and get
another. My days now
have matured into simple pleasures
and writing a few lines
to label the bottles cellared
in the quiet reaches of my mind.
As an orange sun sets in the west
Silhouetting the trees
Flashes of orange and bright, bright white
Sights eyes can not believe
What were those flashes of orange
And white so clean and bright
Curiosity got my interest
And covered all the fright
As soon as next day's sun came up
On a trek to explore
In the woods and up the mountain
This enigma can't ignore
It was a long hard climb to the top
But there were flowers blooming.
In the shade, on the forest floor
Seemed something was looming
In fright I crept along the path
Well beaten by creatures
Mice, squirrels, and chipmonks footsteps
Along the trail featured
Then there asleep just outside a cave
Wearing nothing but shoes
White high top athletic pair
An orange ape peruse
Holy cow, it's bigfoot sound asleep
Just inside the cave more
High top athletic shoes bright white
To keep them clean a chore
Bigfoot began to move and stretch
Behind a tree I hid
He began to unlace his shoes
And those big feet undid
Augh!!! The odor that came from those
Feet, I almost got sick
He went down to the creek and washed
Coming back really quick
He threw the smelly shoes in the wash
And powdered down some clean
Danced away across the forest
Awaking me from dreams
Sponsor: Skat A (Poet, Destroyer A)
Contest: Bigfoot (the contest)
Written: April 20, 2015
Author: Sara Kendrick
unfinished
sheet lightning flashes
silhouetting silver clouds--
one star winks bravely
Copyright, July 27, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Virgin breezes sweep through our distant white curtains
A cluster of candles lit our shadows silhouetting two
Purposeful detainment-
Soft conjoined lips breathe warmth throughout our bodies
Lovers are we spilling fever into each others eyes
Tepid souls gently flow ribbons of pleasure
Familiar aromas and tastes hang in mouths
Carry me weak into the light of your love
Forever-restless abiding love drenched in eagerness
Rapture, devotion, intimately in the arms of ivy needing
Moments turn to hours of a spell building
Lets ride into the unknown and never turn back
Standing still in love
Never turning away.
Capture us in a bubble floating in the seas of time
Seahorses bow, fairies sparkling dust departing violet streams of what we grew
Inspired by John Heck's love contest!
A Winters Tear
Latent waves of shimmering vibrations disturb the world,
tossing leaves and forcing grass and trees to weep a lament.
My winters breath is snatched away decimated and lost.
The hidden sun glides the horizon silhouetting the mountains,
grey bubbling clouds smother the raised land with their weight.
Man and beast march head bowed in slow laboured steps,
As if to pass unnoticed like pall-bearers, to the seasons gone.
Passing familiar places they ignore my shuffling gait.
I walk this path of memories each and every day,
sometimes sitting beneath the lonely bridge of dreams.
A winter’s tear blurs my vision, as memories stir my soul,
Visions like scattered diamonds spread out to relive.
Only to trudge on to journeys end and there to rest for awhile,
Where the warmth of my family will shelter and heat my bones.
Seosamh de Burca 21/11/13
If you want to share your realities,
With someone you like and so love,
But have no reason, none for sharing,
Then the outcome will be undefined.
You can’t divide something by zero,
The divisor should not be nill, absurd,
You can’t say your number system,
Outweighs the context of your friend.
But if you’re feeling real complex,
Such that you want to give an ear,
Or something small, a limit, a tod,
Then a vector space may hint a field.
That fraction brings another total,
To show the quotient as good,
A neat side of you will emerge,
And a more friendly personality.
You’ll even get dividends back,
From a dispute, the fraction bar,
If you were both colliding, that is,
And not just silhouetting proactively.
You can offer yourself bit by bit,
If you must, but this slow chunking,
Will only involve time for the place,
Which you could’ve got to instantly.
When you give a friend money, time,
Subtract when you could’ve enjoyed,
You need to watch your distribution,
Because the right truly ends with you.
You’ll know that interest is wanted,
When you’ve related, not just given,
Especially if your occasion, situation,
Is the greatest common divisor, topic.
But if you still feel strained, depleted,
By the kindness that you’ve shared,
And you can specify the remainder,
Then please hesitate and round up!
When you’re calculating and gauging,
In your mind the cost of helping, love,
Then the relationship, the quotient rule -
The dude’s terms will state the outcome.