Best Singly Poems
The Land Where the Lemon-Trees Flower
I know the land where the lemon-trees flower,
where citrus fragrance lingers after a summer shower.
In sun-sweetened India, lemon-trees radiantly bloom,
flourishing unfazed by tropical monsoon’s gloom.
Glistening with dew drops, greeting each sunrise,
lemon-trees thrive beneath heaven's azure skies.
Exquisite five-petaled flowers of white,
blossom singly or in clustering delight.
Enticing like swirling girls in silky saris,
they’re as enchanting as woodland fairies.
Glistening with dew drops, greeting each sunrise,
lemon-trees thrive beneath heaven's azure skies.
I know the land where the lemon-trees flower,
where valleys are verdant and the Himalayas tower.
Misty mornings yield to golden sunshine,
and the cool ice-pink of twilight glows divine.
Glistening with dew drops, greeting each sunrise,
lemon-trees thrive beneath heaven's azure skies.
Sri Lakshmi blessed it with her sacred hand,
waving her lovely lotus over this fertile land;
where princely proud peacocks strut arrogantly,
and lush lemon-trees bear fruit abundantly.
Glistening with dew drops, greeting each sunrise,
lemon-trees thrive beneath heaven's azure skies.
07-12-2018
Awarded Poem of the Day 07-14-2018
Note: Sri Lakshmi – Hindu goddess of wealth, abundance, prosperity, love,
and beauty
Categories:
singly, beautiful, flower, tree,
Form:
Lyric
Leaving my son's house, a rain-burst had just passed.
At the edge of the wood, contrasted against dark clouds,
A single tree stood glowing.
Wet in the sun’s rays, its leaves shimmering in the breeze.
A feather in the forest glowing,
Singly.
Brightly shining yellow green,
A cottonwood applauds the coming of the rains.
Waving glimmering in rain rays, wet enlightening.
Reminding me to dance in the sun.
Categories:
singly, analogy, dance, joy, rain,
Form:
Personification
My dear sweetheart, let's take a walk
and have a talk
Whispering sweet murmurs of forevermore
on that golden shore
Pronouncing promises of staying together
in every weather
Reminiscing the memories we made
they never will fade
Declaring delicate vows of devotion
across any ocean
Vowing to value each other for a lifetime
as two hearts singly chime
Forgetting the world and its worthless worries
throwing them to the breeze
Spending special eternity with one another
kissing away bother
Losing our lives to love once again
reviving ardour yen
Crooning comfort in crepuscular crescendo
under heaven's vast window
Pledging utter passion that's perpetual
soft avowals mutual
Holding hands and joining souls in a world without end
that's where our lives we'll spend
Categories:
singly, true love,
Form:
Rhyme
In the high valley
I make my Sit and Forget place.
(Truly, though my Chit and Regret place.)
My cushion.
My tea.
These pale wildflowers,
and the hauntings of my heart.
The silhouetted geese,
and the tauntings of my mind.
(Truly, though the dauntings of my no-self.)
The winds blow up the
slopings.
The breeze pools, cool here,
in the dale.
Each Accomplished blade of grass,
each of the thousand million,
sways now South, now Easterly...
Opinionless, the sheaves of green
whither this, whither that;
all bending, all pointing
singly, as One...
I alone, in this high mountain valley,
somewhere above the clouds,
somewhere beneath the peaks,
am delighted by my opinions;
tormented by my opinions.
I sit...
Breezes...
I sit...
To wit:
Categories:
singly, drink, mountains, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
It started with a tree
Then came a blue bird
Blue from worrying and doubting
It sad on a branch
Alone on that tree the bird waited
What it waited for?
Not even the bird knows
Alone on that tree the bird sings a sad song
Then comes a songbird and a small bird
They sit on the branch
Join in with the bird song
The blue bird is now green
Green because they feel like they belong
Together they sing a sweet song
The small bird flies away to find a new tree
The same tune that was sung before
Suddenly seems dull…
Then comes a firebird and a bird that loves to chirp
They sit on the same branch
And join in with the bird song
The bird is now yellow
Yellow happiness, smiles and laughter
Together they sing cheerful song
Then comes a robin
They sit on the same branch
And join in with the bird song
The bird is now orange
Orange from sparkles of hope
Together they all sing a harmonious song
Together they stay
On that same branch
One day the songbird
Brings a few more birds to the tree
The fire bird brings a few more birds too
The bird goes a shade of grey
With more birds on the tree
All singly bird song and chirping loudly
No one notices when
The grey bird sings quieter
And quieter
And quieter
The grey bird is grey from feeling dull
From feeling like they don’t belong
From questioning if this is the tree for them
From sitting on the same tree but never the same branch
From always just standing there but never actually saying anything
Never actually feeling like there ever truly there
Anymore…
There song not as cheerful or as loud
As before
They think if they try to sing loud
there song will just be drowned out by others
So they don’t even try
There not the same as before
Their hearts not as full
Their chirps are not as loud
Their smile not as often
Their laughter barely ever heard
Their self esteem not as high
The list goes on
This poem isn’t about birds
Categories:
singly, bird, friendship, time,
Form:
Free verse
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THE FLAUTIST ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
THE FLAUTIST fluently flaunted her flute- Music flew faultlessly through the airwaves, flying fluidly above the noise of the blustering city
THE flautist created a calm fragrance, who's flavor of creativity fell-well onto your soul creating a soul stirring calmness across the city.
She played her flute clean into the night vehemently, over the feverish chaos –
And the people in the park and in the city could hear clearly as they walked in rhythmic tunes/ She flaunted her music like sweet low hanging fruit, Her music dangled beautiful and singly. She alone, Solo-ed notes of delightful serenity-
The flautist moved the masses to a state of bliss; Like free kisses flying in the wind landing on ears conquering and engaging spirits, conquering pandemonium with her flute, she blew her flute... SHE BLEW HER FLUTE, and we marched and listened obediently. She blew her flute and we marched magnificently to her concert.
Categories:
singly, appreciation, art, beautiful, blessing,
Form:
Prose Poetry
He who seeks pain for pleasure is a real aboriginal,
Runs slowly yet leads subservient to international.
He who has a mental condition stable aberrational
And is clearly confused for his rule over junior biennial.
Is such one busy doing nothing our leader fictional?
Believes has virtual reality and qualities supernal;
Worries by relaxing, is a truly called stupid sentinel
Off laissez faire causing democracy death prenatal.
He is the original copy; autocracy does he disannul.
Is such one busy doing nothing our leader nominal?
Babbles less on many topics but talks lot notional;
Real oxymoron, a worthless gold is a role fictional.
Such a stupid, such dark snow acts like nocturnal
And wishes us follow him like a true myth tensional.
Is such one busy doing nothing our leader attritional?
As little pain hurts none, such nonentity optional
Is singly double natured like oxymoron is binational.
Such a tiny elephant of no use is a leader sectional,
Unlike Modi or Mahatma who is pretty fierce finagle.
Is such one busy doing nothing our leader supernal?
A rightly deceitful leader propagates worries parental
Agony, by loving humanity loathing persons is menial.
Is such afunctional leader be only choice? Oh! Marginal!
An open secret for such leaders, this Monorhyme is a signal.
Is such one busy doing nothing our leader eternal?
Categories:
singly, absence, addiction, anxiety, funny,
Form:
Monorhyme
Sing a song of people
Walking fast or slow;
People in the city
Up and down they go.
People with their hats on,
Going in the doors.
People with umbrellas
When it rains and pours.
People in tall buildings
And in stores below;
Riding elevators,
Up and down they go.
People walking singly,
People in a crowd;
People saying nothing,
People talking loud.
People laughing,smilling,
Grumpy people too;
People who just hurry,
And never look at you!
Sing a song of people
Who like to come and go;
Sing of city people
You see but never know!
Categories:
singly, life, on writing and
Form:
Ballad
"Come Hell Or High Water"
"Come Hell Or High Water!"
I don't want either coming my way!
One's the unquenchable Fire
that will burn for eternity and a day!
The other's Water so high
that it literally kisses the sky!
Neither one is a good thing
I don't want either one stopping by!
"Come Hell Or High Water!"
Now that's a phrase that commands attention!
It's indicative of determination
with focused intention!
It most definitely implies
that nothing is going to stand in the way,
and something, without a doubt,
will be said or will be done today!
It's a vow to make and take a stand,
and no matter what may take place,
let Spirit, Wisdom, Faith and Courage
stand with you if this is what you face!
For each is a force to be reckoned with,
possessing great Power and Might,
Knowing if they struck singly or combined,
there'd be nothing left in sight!
May nothing of that nature
ever come this way,
but If I must stand up against them both,
HE will guide my way!
With this I have completed my vow.
I did exactly what earlier I did say!....
"Come Hell Or High Water!"
I am writing.....
"Come Hell Or High Water!"
today!
WTA-IV
3/29/2016
Categories:
singly, fire, imagery, water, word
Form:
Rhyme
bE tHE bEST iN yOUR fLESH
"Shallow Thinkers" do not think past what they have been told; "Deep Thinkers" think past what they “think”, and have been told- "Free Thinkers" research what they've been told-- compare it to what they feel
And weigh the universal truths against their personal truths; observe and measure against customs and beliefs. The outcome of such behaviors is objective “Deriving at truth in its finality".
The overall and final truth is “like death” ... the cause may be different the out-come the same." You will surely die". This Is the absolute truth: The only need for "absolute truth" is to be a better human while you live. If Any human being deliberately - collectively, singly; Directly or indirectly interfere with another human's right to pursue happiness, by way of religious beliefs, strong arming, war, greed, rape, murder, they shall be held accountable. And will pay the "ultimate fatal penalty.
Do not force your parroted non-researched hearsay down another human's throat, causing them to stumble. Essential point is...” to do no harm” ...While living in these testing grounds on earth.
“be the best in your flesh” and your spirit will go innocent and Uncondensed.
© Vicki Acquah
Categories:
singly, humanity, truth,
Form:
Verse
A few snowflakes signal the winter
With it comes the deadly cold wind
Keep warm by the fire, not to shiver
Only hearing the music of the wind.
The mind will get covered by depression
As the land covered by avalanche in snow
Winter comes not singly but in battalion
Using all the blues there’re that it knows.
Blue for water, ice, clear or cloudy sky
Health, diseases, obese, other such woes
If a single, or divorced or the spouse awry
It’s blue winter making one blued if so.
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Date: 12-10-13
Seventh Place Win
Contest: Winter Blues
Categories:
singly, water, weather, wind, winter,
Form:
Rhyme
For long I gaze upon the spectacle of a child
And did not comprehend my own heart blind
To the history that left men empty and defiled
Mark how he represents the landscaped mind
Rows and rows of green like wires or a fence
Soft as innocence, and a pink sky with a white
A cloud singly rolling by. There is a deep tense
In the knowing: purple printed dress, a tight
Face not showing the missing wilderness. Things
In a purple pocketbook perhaps, but not hidden
By clouds certainly, her rawhid mocassin brings
To boot the blue shadows of memory. Laden
Lines traverse her face with time's complexity
The umbrella perhaps extolling life's modernity
But she alone in her simple world bask in light
While her world from history takes its flight.
Categories:
singly, art, historyworld, history,
Form:
Ekphrasis
caught short singly
one rainwrote morning in hyannisport
when snows a science
over iceroof and snowfloor beachsand and
eastersundaysun a milton shadow opportunity
opposite sleeping young and russetrocket cool
in ferriswheels of rococo chestnut hair
shortblack pleatedcotton skirt carouseling round creamcoffee legs
swinburne stretched in desert stockings slightly spread
hands lapclasped
nose artdeccoerect eyes razed marble monuments lips
just lips
chinachin touching down on a fire
work whitesilk blouse no ruffles
a plainsong of anti flesh skinquisitive
toes still and borne just like ejaculated popcorn
jacket buttered lemonleather
shoes pumps patented starbust bright
bag royal with umberous umbrella tossed
off about her
cottoncandybreasts roughly rippled by the rucked road to
go tunneling
not traveling
descartes launched in
parting
only a starspangledbanner thought
old Lucy Gray reserected
equated
transcribed for solitude
for nine hours bad road
Categories:
singly, travel,
Form:
Free verse
The world is full of fools’ theory
Listening to them I feel weary.
Such egoistic heads tell not to worry
And at our back talk oscillatory
Bad about us, creating a crematory
Where they bury their own glory.
They have a bad attitude of sanatory
Coward, showy, deceitful, predatory.
The world is full of fools’ theory
Listening to them I feel weary.
I too had such a mad hoary
Who was ready with an itinerary,
Where all bad & deceit come corollary
As she had a base habit of obfuscatory.
She knew less concepts contemporary
And thought herself vital primary.
The world is full of fools’ theory
Listening to them I feel weary.
Would always ask if I hunky-dory?
We knew those emotions were vapory –
Happy, then sad, angry then nugatory!
Her emotions changed as witch’s allegory,
Hate, spurn, prune are her favourite mandatory:
Now singly fights with colleagues hortatory;
Alas! Does not know her faults & category.
Listening to them I feel weary.
Would always ask if hunky-dory?
At first I tried to be a promontory
So that I can save her crematory;
Blind with pride, less corroboratory,
She spurned me having derogatory.
Now also I pity her as she is a hoary
But wish she improves her oratory.
Categories:
singly, betrayal, career, friendship, leadership,
Form:
Monorhyme
"THE whole truth and nothing but the truth"
My wife Abby loves
And loves again and again
To watch a good show over
And over again
Once the movie groundhog day
Was our constantly viewed show
We saw it day in
Day out, seen once and again
Each day for thirty days straight
Keeping track of days
Watching a movie about
Living days over, over
A constant barrage
Of going each day to day
Repeating itself singly
Over and over
The movie plays by Abby
Hope I keep my sanity
Russell Sivey
Entrant into PD's "Truth!! OR Dare!!" contest
2/26/2012
Categories:
singly, funny, life, day, day,
Form:
Sedoka