Best Smoothened Poems


Premium Member The Pink Flower In A Glass Bottle

A lady was kept in a bottle, a glass bottle, for being so beautiful.  She was kept for a long time as a prisoner because the witch did it to her.

  Anybody at the present time may not believe in witchcraft anymore.  Not even in werewolves or transformation of any kind.  But who can tell which is which if we only base everything on what human eyes can see?

  The witch was jealous of the lady's beauty and so envious of her angelic voice.  How the witch was able to lure the beautiful lady is by befriending her, then deceived her that her voice can sound more interesting by inserting a string in her pharynx.  The witch insisted that through the throat, the voice box (larynx) can be smoothened to bring out the best in singing.  The lady lost her voice and cannot speak to anyone anymore.  She was embarrassed and  got angry to herself for being fooled.  She ran away from home and was so irate for what the witch has done to her.   The worst of all, the glass bottle is the place where the beautiful lady ran to -- to escape her sadness and regret.  All of these transpired because of the witch's selfishness and unkindness.

  The memory of the beautiful lady with an angelic voice is now felt and represented by a pink flower in a glass bottle.

Quiet Storm

Quiet Storm

You’re as subtle as a southern rain,
A distant thunder crying from pain.
A delicate flower that’s turned in her bloom,
Preparing for a storm that’s brewing soon.

You’re a pebble smoothened by the tide,
Full of color yet with something to hide.
A beautiful blue bird perched in a tree,
With internal instinct to protect their seed.

You’re the wind that blows through the grain,
The sun that beats down upon the plain.
You’re complicated, complex, and torn,
A wonderful reminder of a quiet storm.

You’re everything, yet nothing at all,
For you lack the courage to try and fall.
But, oh what could be, if you’d only see,
The potential of this woman in front of me.

Dying Inside. . .

I look at the bare walls and contrast my life
The cracks tell a story of disruption and strife
The smoothened plaster belies the coldness of cement
The rich hues I see all try to placate ruined descent

I see whitened parts that stop the dampness entering
The gaps I see all make for circulatory venting

Alas I fear the torrents come tumbling
Yield I say for my self worth is leaving

Cold and aloof I pray for my time
Promises made all tumble in lies

Distrust, hypocrisy all cloud my altruistic vision
I knew not then what I know now this instant

I feel I am dying inside in this gyre handmade
So untrue is this world so unfortunate and fake


A Transitory Existence, An Eternal Quintessence

My tenant body constitutes a lease,
A rented fabric owed to landlord Time, 
From smoothened silk to wrinkled leather’s crease,
This shuttled thread is bound in deed to grime.
My mind he stakes a vested interest in,
Its vibrancy is forced perforce to fade,
The stain of Lethe’s dull oblivion
Shall wash and sink this mind in murky shades.

Immortal dyes Arachne used to draw,
(While mortals die unraveled, naked, sheared)
Her strings contested Nature’s with their awe,
Art’s golden wool outwears the looming Weirds.
This trunk of life is tailored for a fashion,
Yet timeless wove is art’s transcendent passion.

A Moonlit Night

It’s a moonlit night

The stars sewn in a necklace

Yawning with their mouth open

Spilling the lights around

 

I spread my arms on the chair

Wanting to hug the warm night

The darkness of sky that I inhale

Lights up a corner of my soul


Somewhere, down there

there’s a mystifying silence

That echoes like ripples in the water

And spreads like the shadow of my dreams


The moon is blank, yet full of visions

I pick each vision and untie the knot

They look familiar, as if always were a part of me

There are some I wrap, to cherish later



My eyes pull the curtain,

And my nerves are smoothened

I see a moonlit night

The stars sewn in a necklace

Ugly Beauty

Why say you love me,if you cannot prove that love?
How is that your professions of love hurts?
You would always be there for me I heard you say
But your heart is already departed from me
You would give your heart to me, and me alone
How is it possible when mine has been shattered by you?
What is your prove of love to me?
If you abandon me every time I am in dear need of you?
Happy I am supposed to be, having found a damsel like you
Your beauty turns to be a curse more than a blessing
I must have been blindfolded by your astonishing beauty
What is beauty without charisma and a good heart?
I sit here, thinking when beauty and ugliness became allies.

You tell me of what a profitable venture you are
Undoubtedly, you ought to be to any man
How I wonder if it ever occurred to you,
A pain in my life you are and yet I am enduring
Foolishness some said; what love could make man do
You would always support me I have heard you say countlessly
Now I wonder if you meant to say you would 
live your life on me
I am thin and weary of your weight!
I endure because I want to make a companion out Of you
That was all I wanted you to be
It is like when I wake up everyday thinking

Your love has brought me nothing but pains
Just trying to please the essence of love,
Makes loving you so difficult
Real beauty my dear, is not glamour,
Real beauty is candor
Real beauty is me; originating from within
For every pain you have caused me, smoothened me
Evey tears you have made me shed, strengthened me
And every heartache, beautifies me
Now I am a piece of a finished artwork
You're just done with and now so useless and ugly
And I am just tired of living this ugly life with you
Now you are by-gone because you are
worn-out and old.
Though I tried to warn, you would not just
...listen.


As I Watch the Cognate

I can’t help by slip and fall
As I watch the cognate shudder
But the top of this link is indeed tall

Who cares, when for some reason it was smoothened?
On purpose, to test my stamping gait
As I watch the cognate appear to soothe
The pain of the cognizance of being bait

How stinky the façade, the affected smiles and winks
Which choke me and aggravate my ataxia
As I watch the cognate, I think of my kink
The kink I made myself with no anesthesia

For as saturation is no good without bending
It is nice to be unsaturated; just a little bending
As I watch the cognate curl the sarcasms in wits
I cannot agree less, I haven’t been more than a dimwit

Eni Bi Okan Mi

felon fiery flames
squashing salient traits
spent emotions shrunk 
smoothened per trunk
fallen by gaze
birthed by rave

ensconced ember etched
feelings fuel fetched
damped desire's death

smiles scrunching seeps
sans struggling splits
scattering side screams

Adejoke Oun Wunmi
I love you!!! 
      19:11:09:11:57

Premium Member The Bride To Future Groom

THE BRIDE TO FUTURE GROOM

                   Welcome to my life! Most intimate!
                   Schoolmate turning soulmate.
                   To start best chapter on unison,
                    Delighted with love and devotion.
                    Each dawn to be brightened by your light
                   Sweet dream of love on every night.
                   My joy to be flooded with your charms.
                  My grief to be smoothened in your arms     
                  Wedlock ascertain great commitment.
                  On joint journey, never to repent.
                  Whatever comes in conjugal life,
                   We are together in every strife.
                   Praying for healthy active life, overcoming strain,
                   Enjoying children, Grandchildren, Great Grandchildren
 
  09/19/17
                The Bride To Future Groom Contest by Shadow Hamilton 
   Fourth Place

Premium Member Bugger All Beggar

To town,
from town.

Clay patta, 
saffron civara.
Smoothened walking stick,
the companion of the unlonely
alone.
Downhill,
uphill.

Through clouds,
through fog.
Soles worn,
robes tattered.

Wake, rise...
Weary, rest...

This flesh, in truth,
the begging bowl
we each were issued.

You are my sea glass

Tossed deep in the ocean was your broken heart
Picking up the pieces, refining each part
Of yourself. Thrown, wacked, hurled and caught by the waves
Floating, passing by, not needing to be saved
Your mended heart polished through an ocean grave 

Coming from man, perfected only by nature
You are my blessing, with nothing else greater
You thought meeting another was unlikely
And then we met as you surfaced politely
Resemblance of a rare gem shining brightly 

Frosty appearance from love's weather before
Your edges smoothened, beautiful to the core
Your exciting presence was clearly defined
Your character beamed with love for me so kind
You are my oceanic gem, hard to find 

You're the end product, our love is forever
Imperfectly perfect due to love's weather
Your unique presence in my life became rife. 
Thanks my husband for complementing my life
You are my sea glass. I am your gleeful wife



(I was too late for the poetry contest but enjoyed writing this poem)

Celebration

I burst forth
From the womb of earth
A thin trickle
Rain’s foster child
With every shower
I grew in size
I sped through rocks
And gnarled roots wide
I smoothened stones
I caressed grass
I paved my way in gushes and splash
I frothed and foamed
As I jumped and danced
I swirled and whirled
Around reeds and sand
I know not 
How long I will be
So every moment
I celebrate me.

Premium Member Unfeeling Hearts

sometimes it so happens
love knocks on icy hearts 
and is cold shouldered

in timeless time jagged rocks
are smoothened by the river’s flow
love employs no force

unconscious souls 
yet rooted in animal nature
appear cloaked in human form

the indwelling spirit
is the same within all
only coordinates differ

there’s neither judgment nor shame
the sunlight continues to stream
on all life without prejudice

31-December-2022

You Kissed Me

I don't know how it happened
I tried to fight it
It was too powerful to resist
So sudden to even think of it

I felt the force
That was so powerful
My feet dragged
Unintentionally your lips smoothened

So sorry if you feel harassed
It was not on purpose
But I should admit it was so warm
I hope you felt it too

Did you feel the pulse -heartstrings?
Did you look into my eyes -the stories?
Did you feel the warmth -a kindled fire?
You think it's a child play -no frolic game

Step forward and close your eyes
It is a sign of yes
Lean forward I can't let you down
In these arms, can't you feel at home?

From Barbados With Love

Take me Samantha
I beg you,
to your flourishing abode
within the idyllic shores of
Barbados.
To the smoothened sands
of the placid beaches of
Bathsheba, for our
deep romantic adventure
and ecstatic surfing.
A split second with you
in the land of the flying fish,
would no doubt be a lifetime
to remember.
As we bask beneath the caribbean sun,
amidst the pride of Barbados,
with a flourish, your smile would
usher me deeper into your world.

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