Best Skittish Poems
A pair of morning doves, preen and prim,
snuggled close on their favorite limb.
And cooing low, wake a sleeping sun;
singing praise, for a new day begun.
A slip of a ghostly moon rides low,
wearing its light like a pale halo.
And Sol ascends, master of the day,
heralding Dawn's breathtaking display.
Vapors shed crystal tears on the grass,
depositing dewdrops clear as glass.
And blooming flowers imbue the air;
a sweet fragrance, beyond compare.
Palm trees clad in a southern motif,
tickle the skies with a feather leaf.
And skittish crabs play tag with the waves;
darting in and out of flooded caves.
Sipping wine while enjoying the show,
we greet the day with a happy glow.
And as romance and Nature combine,
I share my soul with my Valentine.
Categories:
skittish, how i feel, love,
Form:
Rhyme
While whispers shush on sheltered shores, as soon the cockcrow quakes,
the seas descry a skittish sky, sense summer zephyrs wake –
roused passions neath the sunrise pulse, the whitecaps throb and ache.
Along the crests crawl shallow shades the soaring sun effaces
and rains in streams enhance the dreams that fantasy embraces
while ocean sprays of yesterdays reveal forsaken faces.
The midday sun has slowed its run, a shrinking puddle steams,
between the knells of shattered shells drift soaring seagulls’ screams –
the beauty wends but never ends, or so it surely seems.
At dusk a ruddy disk descends, the skyline's furnace burns
and neath the swells where Neptune dwells, an undercurrent churns –
a seahorse hides and seaweed bides until the tempest turns.
While twilight hosts the winds with ghosts of barbed electric spangles,
a mermaid braves the crashing waves adorned with starfish bangles –
her spirit yearns in twists and turns entwined in rockweed tangles.
As seven stranded seamen scan the dimple-dappled moon,
a brace of surly Sirens serenade a lonely loon –
the breakers pound and sometimes sound a melancholy tune.
Soon gales ignite the briny night and rip the skies askew
with zigzag teeth flashed deep beneath a blazing bolt tattoo –
storms, spent, subside in ebbing tides, then all begins anew.
Categories:
skittish, nature, sea, sky,
Form:
Rhyme
We don't talk about it
Since hands upon the clock have ceased to move
When minutes creep, on skittish feet
The walls grow small~
By blue degrees, she drowns slowly
Waiting on skies which never clear
While she cuts holes in paper souls
Calling pain by prettier names
She is not invisible
Although she is unseen~
Cloudy skies have beauty, too
Dappled in blue's infinite base
But all the sunlight is full of smoke
Frost tipped flowers of summers fled
Into the wind of oblivion
Melancholy lullabies
Scattered like coins down wishing wells
Price of paradise
She lies and says that she is fine
When truth is too fearful to seek~
Here lies the grave of innocence
Guarding roses of agony
Too brief a heaven to reside
In vastness
We shall lie
Under a thousand eyes~
I am full
Of emptiness
The silence
Of severed hope
Sinking to
The floor of futility
Under the toll
Of heaven's weight
Distract my dark thoughts
New moon's amnesia
As the ground
Falls off my feet...
Her epitaph, an unsent letter~
It takes more sight
Than you would see
To love the soul
That belongs to me.
3/21/21
Fragments of Verse contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
Categories:
skittish, death, depression, grief, loss,
Form:
Free verse
I stepped in for my first colonoscopy. I was nervous everyone could see
I had a choice to be awake or put out if I was skittish...but no not me
I chose the former so I could watch my own ass on TV
They go right up your canal with a camera like an RV
Imagine my surprise when up my butt they found my phone
The tiny ones they use to make before the smart cell phone
But here's the clincher it was set on vibrate. The doc was suspicious
"My wife insisted" I told him "she bribed me with cake. It was delicious"
Then the doctor red faced handed me something, said "what's this"
I borrowed his bifocals. It was a rolled up playbill. He looked pissed.
"I can explain. It's dated Sep. 8, 2001. That's my wife's 40th birthday
We were drinking. We lost it, got a fancy room right after the play"
He handed me one more thing, a broken pencil if you will
"I'm a mathematician. I was constipated I took a special pill
Then I used math to work it out with a pencil. This one I suppose
It broke. I thought I got it all. I guess I didn't. I mean who knows?"
The good news is the test went well my colon was clear
They found nothing threatening just stuff that was *****
I must admit however ever since that very day I live in absolute fear
That doctor knows my wife's father. I tell you this, in case I disappear
10/02/2014
Categories:
skittish, humor, humorous,
Form:
Couplet
A hint of red and yellow
Amongst a sea of green
A sign that change is coming
To the forest canopies
This morn's air is slightly chilled
Much more than in past months
And squirrels scurry 'cross the ground
Collecting all their nuts
There are no children playing
Nor in the swimming pools
The streets are calm and quiet
For they've all gone back to school
Some have dug out their hoodies
And others long sleeve shirts
And some have traded off their shorts
For Pants and longer skirts
The corn too, has turned colors
From green to wilted brown
And bonfires are blossoming
Like ember flowers from the ground
Ciders and hot chocolate
And flavors of pumpkin spice
And the beers at Oktoberfest
Well, they Taste just as nice
The full moon rises larger
Signs of harvest in the air
And the deer become skittish
With bow season drawing near
The sky itself seems different
It's shades of grey and blue
And the sun that hides behind the clouds
Tells us fall will be here soon
Categories:
skittish, autumn, seasons,
Form:
Rhyme
The sky slid across a thinly iced sun
As clouds collided amid piled up heaps
Painting noses pink, where powdered breath spun
Webs of frost surrounding when minutes creep
On skittish feet, wary of time’s upkeep
When their passion’s reckless young Romeos
Discard stoic gray for flashy road shows
What impatient eyes fail to calculate...
A serene gleaned as the wisdom of snow
Lands quiet, where wounded hopes hibernate.
1/03/21
N/A in Just Thinkin contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
judged 1/05/21
Categories:
skittish, appreciation, nature, peace, winter,
Form:
Dizain
The moon slowly ascends like a regal Queen
while skittish shadows all flee the scene
and scarlet skies bleed last light
as nippy winds bite
tethered to
night
drops of dew
soon start to alight
thirsty mosquitoes take flight
and where beauty and silence careen
the moon slowly ascends like a regal Queen.
Categories:
skittish, 10th grade, change, earth,
Form:
Verse
A brown-winged Lepidoptera alights
My sweaty hand and tentatively flaps
Its delicate wings in morning sunlight.
What seemed to me a long time was perhaps
A moment or two that it lingered there.
It unfurled its proboscis and began
To dab and suck a sweat bead with great care
Unaware that it was the broth of Man.
I watched its skittish profile while it supped:
Its unblinking compound eye, antennae
Feeling the ambient air while lapping up
The last of the bead, turned and looked at me.
I said, hello you little butterfly
It then took flight and I uttered… good-bye!
Categories:
skittish, nature
Form:
Sonnet
A brindled mountain capped with snow,
hosts paradise in its shadow.
And moss clings to the virgin rock
on ancient roosts where seabirds flock.
White waters teach Brooks how to sing
with the tinkling pitch bubbles bring.
And chuckle with a gurgling sound,
laughing out loud where rocks abound.
Gushing rivulets, spray, and twist,
morphing into a sparkling mist.
And wildflowers, living jewels,
are mirrored in reflecting pools.
Light and dark play with skittish leaves,
chasing applause; each breeze receives.
And subtle odors scent the air
with a fragrance beyond compare.
In this secluded place on Earth,
Serenity reveals its worth.
For utopia resides here,
tranquil, with no humans to fear.
Categories:
skittish, beautiful, environment, imagery, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
I am like a fragile deer
Approach carefully and beware
Not to startle me or I
Will run off, I'm very shy
If your slow and really quiet
With your love I just might try it
But be speedy and go fast
You will not even get past
Saying hello, you will lose
So be cautious how you choose
To start this relationship
Use a loose and gentle grip
You'll get all of my attention
My heart will have no objection
I will stay without the fear
Knowing your heart really cares
But a tight grip holding me
Will make me go wild and free
No chance of me giving you
Love and care a lifetime through
I've been run off by too many
Men who thought that they had plenty
Of charisma, grace and charm
Which just caused a lot of harm
So now I am very skittish
Think about the choices of this
Be smart, don't come at me quick
Because you think your so slick
Categories:
skittish, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Dedicated to my dear friend Eve Roper
The muse was too late, so I did not write it with any picture in mind and not meant for the contest.
Oh Rose Marie, dear Rose Marie,
Where have all the skittish sheep gone?
They were all gathered on the lawn
But now they disappeared at dawn.
Oh Rose Marie, dear Rose Marie,
Go search and search up high and low.
Those skittish sheep must now be found.
Don't you know, dear, they cost some dough?
Oh Rose Marie, dear Rose Marie.
She did her best to find the sheep
Found them she finally managed
Neath a rubble wall all asleep.
Written today 26 August 2024
Categories:
skittish, 12th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Fresh winter wind shines
Early day's icy lace
Brisk peppermint breath
Refined milky light
Ubiquitous candy hearts
Allows a splash of
Red and pink to brighten
Yearlings' skittish steps to spring.
Categories:
skittish, candy, children, red, wind,
Form:
Acrostic
Snowflakes
playful
tumble fall
they glisten
as they dance
lightly fluffy
skittish yet carefree
in the moonglow
out my window
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~SNOW WHITE~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on January 26, 2020 for contest STRAND CHOICE 7 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - HONORABLE MENTION
add on March 13, 2019 for contest WHAT I LOVE sponsored by MAUREEN McGREAVY
Originally posted on January 9, 2019
Categories:
skittish, beautiful, dance, night, snow,
Form:
Free verse
mackerel pudding
mackerel cake
mackerel pie for goodness sakes!
mackerel blinds
mackerel drapes
mackerel ice cream on chocolate cakes.
mackerel poems
mackerel words.
mackerel now sounds rather absurd.
mackerel dogs
mackerel cats.
mackerel quilts made by a skittish old bird.
Categories:
skittish, fish,
Form:
Light Verse
How the wind plays
across the water
in changing patterns,
its skittish mood drawn
in ripples and rivulets
of sparkle under
a morning sun.
The small boats fidgety
at their moorings
as if roused by longings
of freedom,
cormorants riding
the unrest on bobbing prows
with outstretched wings
drying in the wind.
See how the day
is slowly being assembled,
putting itself together
with ferry boats
and dogs pulling on leads,
wired joggers, noisy children
in school uniforms
crowding at bus stops,
workers putting up signs.
How it all seems
to be following some hidden
script. And here I am, again,
walking the morning
looking for what I lost
in the long hours
of a sleepless night
when it doesn't
have a name,
being ushered by the wind
towards a somewhere
or nowhere at all,
helped along
my shuffling way
by a strange sense
of unhurried trust
that all will be OK.
Categories:
skittish, morning, sun, trust, water,
Form:
Free verse