Best Smoother Poems
Love is a silent emotion,
invisible to open eyes.
But, I saw the naked soul
of her enigma -
my universal truth.
A pristine state of perfection.
As her 'silence' whispered to my soul
in a million ways -
I felt her pangs
As her spirit breathed my oxygen,
my heart forgot about gravity,
feeling immortal in every beat.
Now a small flame kindles in
her chocolate brown eyes -
hotter than wildfire.
I see beyond her invisible veil,
hiding her divinity, wrapped under,
her tanned bronze satin skin.
Smoother than a bed of feathers -
would to touch it, be a sin?
Her fruitful lips of blissful nectar,
are an eternal passage,
covered in ethereal dew,
awaiting my soul with promises
for unseen paradisaical passion -
a taste would leave one intoxicated.
The mind pleads with time to be kind,
for the heart to remain patient -
for distance to not become an adversary.
Because,
nothing could define her elegance,
in any form of artistry;
a poet has no vocabulary,
a musician without a beat to his melody,
a painter without control in his masterstroke.
Her aroma is a rare scent from petals,
my hands could never fathom to blossom.
Her love is like the sun rays of a new dawn,
forever, ascending my heart with warmth.
I am her cloudless sky, for her glory to shine,
the ripples in her deep ocean -
for her to bathe within me.
In my quest to be within her embrace,
I shall keep the vampires from her door,
slay the demons who bring her darkness.
Face Satan in his satanic seas.
Be the whirlwind in her storm,
releasing her from chains of uncertainty.
Once, I gazed at the stars,
wondering where you were.
My musings writing about your arrival.
You appeared to end all seeking,
filling my hollowness with endearment -
became the last drop of my ink.
Categories:
smoother, romance,
Form:
Ode
Love is a silent emotion,
invisible to open eyes.
But, I saw the naked soul
of her enigma - my universal truth.
A pristine state of perfection.
As her 'silence' whispered to my soul
in a million ways - I felt her pangs.
As her spirit inhaled my oxygen,
my heart forgot about gravity,
feeling immortal in every beat.
Now a small flame kindles in
her chocolate brown eyes -
hotter than wildfire.
I see beyond her invisible veil,
hiding her divinity,
wrapped under her tanned satin skin.
Smoother than a bed of feathers -
would to touch it, be a sin?
Her fruitful lips of blissful nectar,
are an eternal passage,
covered in ethereal dew,
awaiting my soul with promises
for unseen paradisaical passion -
a taste would leave one intoxicated.
The mind pleads with time to be kind,
for the heart to remain patient -
for distance to not become an adversary.
Because,
nothing could define her elegance,
in any form of artistry;
a poet has no vocabulary,
a musician, no beat to their melody,
a painter, no control in their masterstroke -
her aroma is a rare scent from petals,
my hands could never fathom to blossom.
Her love is like the sun rays of a new dawn,
forever, ascending my heart with warmth.
I am her cloudless sky, for her glory to shine,
the ripples in her deep ocean -
for her to bathe within me.
In my quest to be within her embrace,
I shall keep the vampires from her door,
slay the demons who bring her darkness.
Face Satan in his satanic seas.
Be the whirlwind in her storm,
releasing her from chains of uncertainty.
Once, I gazed at the stars,
wondering where you were.
My musings a premonition for your arrival.
You appeared to end all seeking,
filling my hollowness with endearment -
became the last drop of my ink.
Categories:
smoother, love,
Form:
Ode
~ Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P. S. ~
When it comes to a friendly hi!
One of the best poetry, hearts we can't deny!
Our Sweetheart Linda Marie
No one is smoother and sweeter than her- our peach tree
Always stopping by to say hi, no matter, rain/sleet or snow
Her contest Zany Zoo, one of the soups best show
A woman who never judged me from the start
Linda Marie, thank you for being such a sweetheart
Sharing her delightful poems, a double doze for me
Oh Me- Oh My- That woman can write so much poetry!
I am sure she is loved by the poetry soup staff
LOL! How this blonde bombshell made us laugh
Remember, when she took her laptop to a sandy Island
She smiled, and shared, how the laptop was damaged with so much sand
Hanging out with Linda, it's like singing "Kumbaya my Lord"-- I felt her holding my hand
How sweet of Linda, when she invited us to meet her new Husband?
Linda Marie is loved by her very own BBF team
Letting us know, life has been more than a dream
Her heart so big, she worried when her BFF's weren't around
Leaving notes, making sure we have not hit a poet break down
She keeps us in her heart when we are not logged in
Her beautiful and clever/witty poem will forever remain
Most of her poetry made me smile
Linda Marie's poetry had so much Style!
We prayed for you when we heard about your son
Thank you for sharing your faith in God. -Linda You're #1
A poet I highly recommend
Linda Marie my poetry soup best friend
Dedicated to:
~Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P. S. ~ 2012
~I"M gonna miss you, 2013
Happy birthday to you :-( Don't leave, 2013
NEW NOTE:
(STILL MISSING YOU) Love always, YOUR BFF -- 2014
Sending my Heart, To one of the soups Leading Ladies
RIP. Linda-Marie Bariana You are forever loved
Categories:
smoother, addiction, beach, beautiful, care,
Form:
Couplet
A thousand steps in between
who I was and who I am now
do I wonder about the detours?
do I wish I took the dirt road instead?
Would my path have been smoother if I said no instead of yes?
Would the worries have been less then what they are today?
I guess I’ll never know,
unless I go back in time
choose a different path
choose the least attractive offer and run with it
pipe dreams that is all my journey back in time would be
‘cause I would not have met you
and you would not be reading these words....
Everything in life boils down to an immaculate plan,
it may not be my ideal plan or yours
but in the end the voyage continues
whether we want to or not…
‘Cause it is all part of the bigger picture
and
in that image is your life and mine...
We just got to embrace the journey
no matter how uncertain it might be...
130720111340
Contest: Anything Goes
7th Place
Categories:
smoother, introspection, lifejourney, life, time,
Form:
Free verse
There is not a poem that you fail to read
Or time that I’m away you don’t ask, “Why”?
There is not a time when you don’t plant a seed
Of joy into my heart when tears I cry
You’ve helped me to believe in what I give
Seen beauty in the silly lines I rhyme
You’ve helped me want a better life to live
And shown me Godly love time after time
You will not leave my writes without a thought
Oh what things need to change for smoother flow
A friendship true like yours cannot be bought
You’ve helped my heart to breathe, expand, and grow
A Guardian poet you have been to me
Accept my thanks and loyal constancy
Jade (Eileen to you, Richard Lamoureux)
This is my second poem by this title. Richard Lamoureux has been a constant friend, mentor, and guide. I so appreciate his integrity, honesty, and spirituality. He's encouraged me over the years I've been here.....to keep writing, to enter contests...and to believe in my self-worth, a precious gift. When I'm gone...he'll visit my older writes and leave a note. :) I've gained so much by reading his book- Dummy: Hurtful and Healing words which is so full of precious insights on the power of words to heal or destroy. Well I know this power. Well have I suffered because of it.
People come and go...It's good to know some are there for the long haul. Some are there simply because they care...nothing more...nothing less. Thanks, Richard.
Categories:
smoother, friend, friendship, tribute, integrity,
Form:
Sonnet
Devotion floats in the
silence of heartbeats -
only lovers savor and devour.
I crawled to her
like a caterpillar.
Cradling in her cocoon -
her vision transformed
me into a butterfly.
She is a love -
for whom
I've left behind
a trail of petals -
to roam within her
eternal evergreen Eden.
In florescent fragility
of her femininity.
I'm an introvert in
her extroverted flower garden.
Her sunflower smile, highlights her
delightful dahlia dimples.
Sensations of her satin skin are
smoother than vanilla orchids.
Aromatic aura unfurls like honeysuckle,
wrapping around my emotions.
Her ethereal jasmine scent,
seduces me speechless.
Lost in her evocative lobelia eyes,
desire drinks from the cup of lust,
flowing like a fountain towards the
lusciousness of her red lily lips -
would they be sinful to kiss?
I am a drop of rain,
resting upon her petal.
Craving to be a bee
suckling nectar from pink
blossoms of her bosoms.
May the quill of my pen,
forever dip in the juices of her ink.
So, I can cultivate within
her flourishing fields -
forever.
Silent One
11 July 2020
This poem was partly inspired by Vijay Pandit's poem
called Garden of Beauty. Thanks for the inspiration!
Categories:
smoother, assonance, love, sensual,
Form:
Free verse
they’re sensitive my words
exposed wires
like veins hidden
under the scars
of too many verbal attacks
like swarms of vampire bats
who puncture the night
turn the downpour red
you’ve never been able to stay on key
or open doors that needed one
like the beating one under your breast
with the rusted bars and the rusted lock
living in the city
alone is your state of mind
where once you found
the company to be friendly
where you could block those thoughts
travelled in the dark memories of your existence
and the only light was the bright white smile
you so casually hid behind
your casual stiff pose that fooled no one
not for a nickel or a dime
where glass although smoother than ice
cracked under your sharpened blades
it was there your pretty face resided
ugly and broken from that perspective
until you pulled out
your pencil and paper
until you placed people
and moved them
taught them to talk
saw something in that
for a little while you turned off the tap
suddenly attracted a crowd
one or two even saw beyond your guise
felt fine just to be you
for a length of time
before you fell
on the pavement
buried
in the concrete
oh too real
you were there
you were gone
and never regained your balance
life as easy as it comes
was too difficult
couldn’t explain
how you managed to grow old
sitting singular in your unlit corner
where nothing came of your success
or of your kind words
from your kind lips
and still kind
hopefully
to the bitter end
Categories:
smoother, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Just say no to sunshine
Trying to penetrate your dark doom
Wrap your black cloud around its fire
Smoother it in your tears, in your grief
In your past trauma
Feel it struggle in your stranglehold
Feel its energy released, drained,
Spent in your grasp
As happiness gasps dying
Drooping, whithering away
Should it rise again to sear your darkness
Murder it
You're so good at feeling hopeless
Why try to feel anything but
Slay it again and again
Every time it swells up in you
Tempts you to believe that it will last
It will stay, it will dwell deep in your heart
Forever
Convincing you with slippery slick sly serpent tongue
To let the big lie slide inside you (again)
Where you tend it, hydrate it, and grow it
Until its even bigger than before
(Really)
Yeah... and you let it fill you up
Lift you
Thrust you gravity free
Ride that rocket to dizzying, breathtaking
Earth shattering heights
From which you know you'll be
Shot down like a rainbow
Stretched over the sky
In a spectacular, sparkling, dizzying
Exploding array of glittering joy
Spritzing the heavens, drizzling down
Coating your heart with sweet, warm
Delicious love
Only to have that scorching light
That blasted you full
Retreat from the depths of your darkness
And leave you emptier than before
Sighing with despair
F___ sunshine
Categories:
smoother, addiction, allusion, analogy, depression,
Form:
Free verse
Line of enquiry:
Instrumentalising mind, I rested thought
employing it only when needed
shifting to heart, I became self-taught
gentling touch, voice of conscience heeded.
Intellect and intuition are like a sword and shield.
One cuts through darkness to bring clarity,
the other is an internal compass protecting the lost.
Both are formed polished, vigorous and gallant,
but through the struggles of each battle,
become ineffective when not revived.
My mind plays like a piano
and I am its pianist.
When I sit upon the cliffs of doubt,
it seems to be sleepwalking into a
chaotic jungle of consciousness,
where the symphony ignores the song sheet.
I don't want my words to be forgotten.
There is no reality in this reverie,
so the soul yearns to be free,
like a seagull soaring above stormy seas,
towards a sapphire and ivory skyline.
Sometimes skies can resemble fire,
where flames appear too strong,
so my internal wings seek refuge.
To heal from the noise, I lose myself
in the stillness of solitude.
In my loneliness, ego screams,
so I escape from this echo chamber,
by starving it from unworthy self praise
but if I do not love myself,
who will love me?
When dwelling upon the mountain of overthinking,
my spirit is unable to adapt to the flutes of fate,
but I ignore the provocation of poison.
I listen to the musicality of my heart,
releasing the strings of attachment.
I burn myself to light up the blackness,
composing lyrics from adversity's lessons.
I am a metaphor for a star,
touching the divine horizons,
sparkling, but still learning from the
'see saw' emotions of my heart and mind.
We are all carpenters in life,
with different tools to master our minds,
trying to control the outlook of our emotions.
As rivers of wisdom integrate smoother,
when we build bridges of compassion over them.
Categories:
smoother, allusion, introspection, perspective,
Form:
Didactic
No– shadows do not love
the angles of your face.
Reflection in a cage;
the mirror— enemy
in atmosphere of age,
no.. shadows do not love
the smoother skin of youth.
Your worries; furrow wears,
a trench where troops retreat,
—accumulated years.
No! shadows do not love
mascara and soft light;
distracts from sense of time
and wishes drowned in wells…
damn clock’s incessant chime—
no, shadows do not love
the wrinkles and the lines.
They etch your map their ink;
topography of life
where sun o’er valleys sink.
Categories:
smoother, age, angst, life, loss,
Form:
Monchielle Stanza
(In the words of a happy little mermaid)
I slide through silky cerulean seas
Silently swimming wherever I please;
I glide through water with buttery ease,
With skin that is smoother than ivory keys.
There are secret gardens I love to explore
Far below the world on the ocean floor,
Where are colors no man has seen before
Hidden in an underwater treasure store.
Deeper down in the sea, where I go on a whim,
The light is so far it is grayish and dim;
There the masts of shipwrecks rise dark and slim,
And coins of gold line passages I swim.
On tropical islands with flowing waves
I play in uncharted, mysterious caves,
Or nap in the sunlight's golden rays
In a silent shoal on balmy days.
I pick pretty flowers to put in my hair
And splash in the shallows with never a care;
The droplets shine like diamonds in the air,
Rising and falling like a crystal flare.
When the day is over, the dolphins sing mass
And the sun sets fire on the leaping bass,
Then I lie in a bed much clearer than glass
And pray a sweet dream for this mermaid lass.
Categories:
smoother, beauty, flower, sea, sun,
Form:
Monorhyme
We are facing the sunset, in the afternoon light,
while shadows stretch eastward over the hills.
Music selected from the radio waves
has blinded my senses in reverie's glare.
Wind stirs a memory, that hijacks our car,
sifting through windows to sharpen the air.
Against the orange brilliance, that is stinging my eyes,
someone I remember is saying goodbye.
I thought I'd forgiven, the years and the cost,
of saying farewell, as I watched those days die,
but the ghost of my spirit, had nearly been lost.
Now roads I travel, are smoother than then...
with faded old lines, bleached by the sun,
tall weeds and boulders, lining each shoulder
just as they did when that story began.
Faded with time, and jade are the hills,
surrounding the highway, I remember so well.
Grasses snake down, into rocky dry slopes,
far into horizons where the sun disappears.
Just when you think, a wound is forgotten,
you're facing the sunset, of a new summer solstice.
You remember the dust and a place we pulled over,
where we looked up the hill, through a break in the trees
Where we mimicked the sun with enormous goodbyes
The radio plays many songs of regret
and rejection still stings, with the same blinding pain.
Burning bright on the rise, of so many farewells,
where the haze of the sunset, was never the same.
Light rolls around, to the place it is from
unreeling those things, which can't be undone.
Now I reach for the hand, of the one that I will love
who was there, in the shadows for our life to begin
I have never forgotten, but forgiveness will come
It will follow the asphalt, slowly into the sun
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For Contest: "Sunset"
Sponsor: Skat
Categories:
smoother, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
This is a decade that many wonderful things happened;
I was born, the reign of hard rock began,
Michael Jackson began to moonwalk, Cars became smoother
on the road, Cold War reigned, and also a time that soul music
massaged our souls and emotions.
This is a decade that never dies. People who were born
and lived in the 80s still live, the music still exists in hard-drives,
teenagers have immortalized the fashion sense, and
my yellowing birth certificate still lives on, with one piece.
Categories:
smoother, age, art, class, history,
Form:
Free verse
Boxed Life
She sleeps with a nine
waits for his face
his distant return
too close
looming
A tragic slime
smooth stranger
smoother lover
pried into her life
obsessed
frantic
impossible to reject
she lives
twisted
a boxed life
pulled by strings
too tight
An explosion is inevitable
the storm's coming
and she knows it
so she sleeps with a nine
and waits for his face
Categories:
smoother, daughter, death, fear, girlfriend-boyfriend,
Form:
Free verse
King Arthur had the right design
For when ideas abound
Discussion goes much smoother
At a table that is round.
When more than four sit down to talk
At tables long or square
The conversation’s aimed at who
Sits in the closest chair.
So little groups will splinter off
And miss the latest news
Of those down at the other end,
Affecting points of views.
But when the table’s round, all those
Participate as one
And everyone’s caught up before
The meal is even done.
Categories:
smoother, wisdom,
Form:
Rhyme