Best Simmered Poems
A blazing fire is crackling its refrain
as I recall a love, perhaps not sane.
Beside this hearth you tenderly caressed
my body and we simmered; then we pressed
against each other. Heat was our domain!
My heart now pulses rhythm with a rain
which beats staccato on my window pane.
Torrential is the longing in my breast -
a blazing fire.
The warmth of your embraces soon would wane.
You left, but images have seared my brain. . .
like you in glow of dancing flames, undressed.
I wish with all my soul that I were blessed
to have you here again, for I remain
a blazing fire
Categories:
simmered, lost love,
Form:
Rondeau
Her dreams entangled in twisted ropes
perturbed fate of banished desires
innocence shriveled in raging fires
they haven't known her bubbling hopes.
Her existence exhausted in spiral cobwebs
blazing her world in exploding scars
yet wounded faith reaches soothing stars
in her festering pain from tides to ebbs.
Her harmless thoughts chained in fears
seemingly offensive to societal norms
will find an abiding shore through storms
history screams the truth over her tears.
She immerses herself in fearful showers
hurtful memories drowning her rugged mind
beneath oceans of paranoia she will find
enclaves of scarlet heavenly augmented powers.
Her frozen blood begins bubbling her cries
simmered courage sprinkled in layered hues
crushed valor floats in mellows of ashes to fuse
beyond afflicted pain in freedom she will rise.
Divinity reflects through her crystal eyes
splashing colors of flaming crimson tune
perfumed kindness drenching sapphire dune
she dusts her wings, like a Phoenix she will rise.
July 31, 2020
Be Inspired Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
~Premiere Contest Winner: 2nd Place
Categories:
simmered, analogy, inspiration, journey,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
The desert knows me well, the night, the mounted men,
The battle and the sword, the paper and the pen.
- Al-Mutanabbi to Sayf ad-Dawla
***
Sanddune ripples,
air tears through sand.
Paralyzed
desk waves in oak patterns
pen pierces swelled surface
in desperate hope for inspiration
Gallop resonates:
his court
his caravan
my pen his sword
my words not mine
I write his life
5, 6, 7, 8
lift, blow
scratch, tear
plié, fold
this empty paper in 4
The saddle bag
The back pack
Sails the desert through waves
too far to remember
or falsely related to distorted time dimensions,
simmered mirages
Reach up, make words
land on my hand
5, 6, 7, 8
jam...
(What is home anyway but a bunch of false memories)
***
June 26, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Categories:
simmered, analogy, beautiful, words,
Form:
Free verse
Dust hapless had settled rough
On vacuous land, tanned in taupe
Lonely and distressed
As it simmered for life
Its flowers had died
Only a few left in time
To settle calm and blossom elsewhere
Bearing remnants of an era gone by.
Trees cried until they died
Their seeds lay morose
Unable to steal
Elixir for their life
Their branches lay fallen
Gathering a fire
Their ache in crimson
Stalking deliriously in vain
As their embers crackling
Reveal their pain
Unto heavens mocking above
Unaware they had turned surdomute
More than a long while ago.
Categories:
simmered, desire,
Form:
Free verse
Moonlight Kiss by Kathie Farrell
Your shadow, baring all in my glow, stirs
a passion I long to explore. Again, I yearn
for the warmth of your lips on my skin, soft
like flower petals moistened with morning dew.
Oh, if you only knew how I dream of our
amorous nights in the spark of youth!
Unbridled by a moonlit swim, you and I
cascading as one with the current.
Entwined bodies trembling with urgency
feeling like I may have died,
if we had not come together in the tide.
As waters simmered and churned,
we dived deeper, lost in love,
lost to the surrounding world.
With one stroke, I forgot who I was before.
Now, I want more than a memory.
A latent love will return with a slow, steady burn.
Our silent desires will be revealed
in a whisper, in a sigh.
We are destined, you and I, not a secret
but a story of love to share.
Our hearts, reunited will quicken
until no other sound can be heard.
Both of us ready to make up for lost time.
Love will spur us again and again.
One rousing touch and I remember.
One tender kiss and I surrender.
I give in to you and all I crave,
knowing now that I was starving without you.
Written 6/28/20
Contest - Sensuality
Sponsor - Silent One
Categories:
simmered, lost love, memory, passion,
Form:
Free verse
"Had I not broadened my menu, I never could have developed Good Taste"
With all these ingredients, that have simmered in this soup
Has made some tasty dishes, from caviar to poop
With chefs from 'round the world, and recipes sublime
Has made their kind of poetry, a favorite meal of mine
PS: the part mentioning the poop (pooh) is attributed mainly to Jan Allison's contributions in the Soup, You've Got to Love Her !
Categories:
simmered, appreciation, feelings, friend, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
O the stew of human progress
The feast of our enterprise
Simmered long enough now
For society to settle
The Fatheads
Have risen to the top
***
Categories:
simmered, political, society,
Form:
Light Verse
Coco the clown went sailing one day
to a holiday destination far far away
Suddenly, the sky went dark and the wind did blow
and the waves beneath his boat did grow and grow
Coco lost his oars as the winds blew and blew
and he paddled his way with a size 50 shoe
Through his telescope he saw an island far away in the distance
and he made it to shore with his skill and persistence
A group of locals met him as he sailed onto land
with necklace of bones and spears in hands
They carried off Coco to a waiting stock pot
with vegetables and seasoning and water boiling hot
Poor Coco the clown was simmered to perfection
they shared out the meat after careful dissection
They sat down to dine and after having a chew
one said to the other “does this clown taste funny to you?”
Categories:
simmered, humor, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
One summer night, in the month of July,
After the heat of the day had simmered,
The moon softly glowed in the starlit sky;
And your beautiful blue eyes had shimmered.
That night, something deep within us awoke-
Over your shoulders, I brushed back your hair.
At last, your nervous voice finally spoke,
Breaking the silence in the midnight air.
Suddenly, we were sitting face to face,
Looking at mutual eyes of desire.
Soon, we were locked in each other's embrace,
With a passion that burned stronger than fire.
I find myself still longing to renew
That night under the stars-when I kissed you.
© 2020
Categories:
simmered, july, love, moon, night,
Form:
Sonnet
Two candles burning down to wax -that’s how
I felt that one hot summer long ago -
a summer I remember even now
with images I never can let go.
Beside the ocean in the sun we lay,
flirtatiously, toes touching in the sand!
Into the waves we jumped like kids at play,
but how I simmered when you took my hand
to stroke my palm. Interlacing fingers,
we watched the sun go down in the twilight.
Slow boil on days like those – passion lingers,
then builds to climax in the shadowed night.
In summer’s heat I learned the meaning of
new feelings as I melted into love.
June 6, 2020 for John Hamilton's Summer Heat Poetry Contest
Categories:
simmered, romance, youth,
Form:
Sonnet
Awake on a numb dark night he wonders--
tired cells of his existence blazing
on fiery topanga in crushed slumber.
Anxious, chained, gasping at barriers
of individuality or a species that contain
appeasements in layered singularities
or contradictions in linear multitudes.
He drags himself to a paraphernalia,
his search for conquests shivers
in tangled cobwebs his fingers dance
to grand designs of his fantasies.
Oh! how he habitually gets drenched
in warm showers of colliding galaxies,
exploding curses of humanity in hammock,
Aesop's fables plagued in sloth.
His trembling raptures of oceans azure
send chills down the spine of raging coal.
Elevators of his dark realities push him
to take a fall as the Lady of Shalott
atop old cliff of his clueless journeys,
burning mankind, wars, paranoia but wait--
blurred visions of forgotten land arise,
painted from a million oscillations in cosmos,
unwritten pages of blood red stories
crushed and absorbed in soils of time,
simmered to seeds of hopes in his mind--
his fingers dance to tunes of a faint voice,
a dead soul sings amid a snowstorm,
'Oh come crushed souls, let's sleep tonight,
tomorrow you'll squeeze some lost hope in light'.
June 16, 2020
CRUSHED Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
~Premiere Contest Winner: 9th Place
Categories:
simmered, anxiety, conflict, dark, hope,
Form:
Free verse
but let us speak of.....love
soft wrinkled hands
still reaching for each other
eyes that cannot contain
a lingering lustful longing
satiated by a presence
a scent, a voice
muffled b a teacup's echo
let us speak...of love
out loud
voices counting coup
on memory's quest
eyes gazing into eyes
calling forth a smile
a sexy twinkle
from a distant star
let us speak....of love
in silence
shared thoughts and dreams
hard days and happiness
simmered over time
seasoned with experience
written on the faces
of old lovers
John G. Lawless
7/14/2020
Categories:
simmered, love, old,
Form:
Free verse
As we walk down this lonely forest road, we see two new paths to take
And suddenly it is clear, the choice we have to make
Although we’ve walked this road a while, some of us depart
To go down a brand new road leaving the well worn road that has been printed into your heart
And yes, we’ll surely miss you, but you’ll have adventures, just wait and see
And as you take the new road, I hope that you’ll miss me
But just remember the times we wearied, and needed someone to lean on
And when the lonely path seemed too dismal and all hope seemed just gone
And when our hearts sang with joy, or simmered with hidden fury
Or when the longest dark night tread seemed to be in no hurry
Our friends were always there to support, in the good times and the bad
And when you tripped and fell, We were there to hold you up, and comfort when you were sad
So even though this brand new journey together ends in this fork in the road, right here
For the thought that you’re forgotten, you never have to fear
For the memories we’ve made along the way, just let them fill your mind
You’ll never be alone, true friends you’ll always find
I’ll miss you, but surely as the eagle flies
I’ll see you again on the lonely path that winds beneath the sky
-Skylar Remble
(This poem is in honor of Robert Frost's "A Road Not Taken" My poem is about a road that is taken)
Categories:
simmered, 6th grade, best friend,
Form:
Rhyme
The kitchen, on the weekend mornings
When company came for a visit,
Habitually simmered like a cauldron of furious activity.
Despite a balmy morning on a September day,
The temperature rising by the moment
My grandmother would stand,
Red faced at her kitchen table
Rubbing flour and butter briskly
Through her fingers into a large mixing bowl
Apples already peeled and sliced would lay
Like pale green petals in the pie plate,
Waiting for the crumbled topping.
She may have fallen asleep the evening before
In her big, fat, over-stuffed chair
Long before her house guests had even
Stifled a lazy yawn
But on this bright, sunny morning
She was as young as a new bride.
Categories:
simmered, family, food, nostalgiagrandmother,
Form:
Free verse
I owe you, Cadbury iris of mine eyes
From age to age you watched me aged
Grace reminds, I'd see naught sans you gracing me
Yet; two more eyes I possess, there's two of spirituality.
Yes, I've grown from fire and ice, hurricanes, and sad groans
They say, one day I just simmered; seemed more settled
I who rose like dulcet scented rose in spring time
When time served stews with parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
My whole life I spent waiting; feeling trapped inside dark hole
See, I lived near the Sea, but could not behold its quiet beauty
At seventeen, one knight sought my hands, I smelled freedom that night
As my spirit soared; but he was dismissed... my heart felt sore with pain.
Dear to me was he. "You have eyes like a female deer." he said
But mine eyes now sparkle like a rock... black girls also rock!
*
Contest Sponsor: John Hamilton
Contest Name: "Wordplay Extravaganza"
Date: 4/14/16
Categories:
simmered, age, change, encouraging, freedom,
Form:
Bio