Best Softer Poems
*****This poem inspired me to show or make sentient as possible a woman of special appeal, which provided an apt challenge of my poetic Powers. Such words as 'countenance opulent' 'L'Amour and debonair' and the rhyming structure creates the 'magic third' as Bach said of music; this exists throughout much of my works. I am a professional guitar player, lead guitar; my sense of timing and feel --- creativity, must have helped my poetic abilities since music is poetry in motion. To express oneself sincerely is good enough, yet why the expression? What makes the poet express a line, stanza or the poem itself?*****
A softer silk she came,
with tresses as a willow
weeps long to seeking love;
Her air as stars and moons,
of countenance opulent,
L'Amour and debonair;
Whose eyes seek the hidden bloom....
(such goddess of slender strides
and aerie chimes)
She hath not heard of death ----
knows it not,
and only life knows her,
for a softer silk she came
Endeared she whose lips speak as rushing waters
and mellow cinnamon climes,
whose whisper furled Apollo
and all the rhyme he felled;
Whose ear heard never a temptress distant knell,
nor some grim hades from some bitter-wrought hell,
for 'o what a chartered hope,
the lovely of her spell!
I sit on my porch on this beautiful day
I will become this poem prayer I now pray
I have learned to enjoy the simple things in life
My daughter’s smile and the love of my wife
The way the leaves rustle in the morning breeze
God’s music always seems to bring me such ease
I love how the breeze softly kisses my face
Tis’ the natural wonder of God’s embrace
I have learned to love as well as learned to live
You know life’s greatest joy is learning to give
Give all that you are till you empty your cup
Have the heart of a lion, soul of a pup
The beautiful things truly cost not a dime
I’m trying hard to make the most of my time
So many years wasted so few left to go
There are so many things that I wish to know
I learn so many new things each passing day
Sometimes I feel like I’m slipping away
I’m trying hard to become all I can be
I owe that social responsibility
What this poem’s about I truly don’t know
Reckon it’s just another piece of my soul
A soul that has finally found itself some peace
What was once a rock is now softer than fleece
A Softer Way to Die
We live and study life
We pray that somehow
God changes his rules.
No one wants to die
No one wants to follow
Those complicated laws;
I mean no lie-ing - no steal-ing
no sex - before marriage no
Fornicating, no killing
No lust-greed or defiling the earth.
Amen.
All we can do now is try to find
" A softer way to die".
Pick your battles...
There are many ways to die.
I asked, God why?
When mom threw a
"Monkey wrench" in my world
Answering - "We all have to die"
I immediately winked at God...
Thinking to myself (not I).
Gave him a little nudge;
Sidebar God: I said to God
Adamantly "I do not want to die"
"Can you change the rules "?
I never heard back from him
On that subject.
I went to him again
God "Can you at least
Keep me with a mom-
I said "So that I won't be an
Orphan like Shirley Temple”?
He did get back to me on that
And Mom is Alive and well
Plan A. (living forever)
Still not executed.
Once again contemplating
Thoughts on how I want to die.
I could not think of a pleasant way
To die, none that seemed appealing.
Nor any options that would be fun.
hmmm, eat myself to death.
Playing chicken with the train,
Might prove thrilling.
As time grew nigh
My thoughts continued
.... On a softer way to die.
Childhood gone, middle age gone'
Old age approaching fast and furious
Destroying me like a sudden
Approaching hurricane...
This storm knocked out my lights
Memory gone now.
Forgetting my life- my loved ones
Forgetting my friends,
Children, and foes alike
Forgetting my wrongs - my sins
and accomplishments all.
Everything's gone. So, now
What do I do?... How can
I rewrite my life, Take account.
Of that which I remember not.
The realities if my existence
Has been wiped out from
The Forest Fires burning
In my mind’s eye.
Have no recordings of
Who loved me or of who
I shall never forgive.
How will I know that I ever even lived?
Taking my dark blank pages into
The afterlife- My shadowy
Existence ends. I feel no pain
I Have no thoughts,
Have nothing to contemplate.
For I have asked to live forever
Or that I die a, softer way
Forgetting to eat
Forgetting to drink-
Forgetting to swallow
Forgetting to breath...
Forgetting this life-
I close my eyes and fade away.
painlessly
© Vicki Acquah
In this bathroom of Dr. Heath's,
The tissues so tough you grit your teeth.
No soft toilet paper anywhere to be found,
By the time you get through, how does Charmin sound?
You wipe with sandpaper til you bleed,
Soft toilet paper your bottom will need.
In this kit, relief you will find
From toilet that is much more kind!
A softer silk she came,
with tresses as a willow
weeps long to seeking love;
Her air as stars and moons,
of countenance opulent,
l'amour and debonair;
Whose eyes seek the hidden bloom....
(such goddess of slender strides
and aerie chimes)
She hath not heard of death ----
knows it not,
and only life knows her,
for a softer silk she came
Endeared she whose lips speak as rushing waters
and mellow cinnamon climes,
whose whisper furled Apollo
and all the rhyme he felled;
Whose ear heard never a temptress distant knell,
nor some grim hades from some bitter-wrought hell,
for 'o what a chartered hope,
the lovely of her spell!
I was awakened
when I looked into your eyes
softer than the dawn
When the rain pours down
on our warm bodies, we feel
alive and happy.
Two souls indulging
in passion...tasting a
kiss softer than rain.
He ran the world and when he thought of stopping,
the race track played another trick on him.
His wild hair halo 'round a face, with beads
of fine salt tickle, tease. They run down his neck.
Then, as evening entered on the blood orange
gravel, and nebula witches whirled upon the
green grass, he stopped and stayed and stared.
Alone there, he dropped the manly guise,
his gait a slow lush grace with careful steps.
His arms gracefully wrapped around the one,
that during daytime, always will be known as he,
but night throws softer curveballs at her.
A shy butterfly, stepped out of a soft cocoon,
ready to step back into a life of caterpillar.
***
January 17, 2017
Her skin is softer than the cotton of a Southern field;
she ignites the desire of a knight deserting the battlefield,
slowly caressing every inch of her body...
arousing in her the thrill of ecstasy.
Her young lips are warmer that the evening sun,
and they can't escape the temptation
to explore a short-lived obsession...
deluding themselves with the hope of passing it on.
If sweet kisses could turn into snowflakes and become indelible as memory,
her velvety dress would be decorated with their unutterable beauty,
never allowing the distant sun melt them with its blistering breath...
winter clouds would brush her highlighted hair bringing in a surreal sunset.
Her skin is softer than the cotton of a Southern field...
much silkier than a rose illuminated by a moon so pallid;
her image is similar to that of Mona Lisa with lovely eyes so wide,
and a virtuous, radiant smile that captures a weak heart like mine.
Let me squeeze her like I would squeeze the fluffiest pillow;
she may giggle, or scream for the tickling sensation...
making me fondle her more: until I slip into another tomorrow
with the notion that I have reached my gratification.
Where we run
I may not always be
and when we love
will not always be this free
day to day
night to morning star
give us the time
to take each day
seconds of softer moments
before rushing away
looking back
knowing our moments
were only to hold
but never to stay
I loved you so
tender dreams
and gentle songs
tunes to which lovers
and their lovers
often play
irish
Softer than tenderness
your pretty face,
More white than white, of course,
your little hand,
It's far from world your walls
and native land,
It's unavoidable
your sweety bliss.
From sweety bliss, of course,
you are so sad,
And fingers these are warm,
they are so warm,
And quiet sound and tone,
speeches are unworn,
And distant eyes of yours
within my head.
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Osip Mandelstam
A softer glow from sunset's chandelier
Warm kisses on the pier of surrender
Reflections captured by lover's so clear
Romance entangles when evenings render
Silhouettes shade where the horizon meets
Timeless and breathless when passions persist
The Sea's slow metronome measures heartbeats
Inraptured kisses and a twilight's mist
To feel the soul shimmer beneath the sky
Hear the Sea lap on the poles of the pier
Find quiet realms in the calm of an eye
That silently lift whenever I'm near
The beauty of love we found by the Sea
Kept close to our heart a silent decree
3/26/18 contest Picture This image 3
Morning was born, softer than the pale of dawn
Glints of sunlight gleamed from pastel skies,
In my eyes, life was a beautiful canvas
filled with wondrous hues from the palette
held in the glorious hand of the Master Artist.
November 14, 2022
Bitesize Poem No.55 Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
Enough, I'm upset you got that right
Wow even my stomach is turning
Does this ever end good for me
I've made sure I was careful here
It does not seem worth the promises made
Let my heart hurt
Let my head-ache
Let my voice quiet
Let my eyes tear
Let my spine shiver
Let my mind shock
Just let it go and go and go
Its like clock work and yet I'm amazed we dont hurt
Us people with softer hearts hurt further
No apologies and no understanding for us
Enough, Im cold-bloodily done!
We have shared so many things
laughter tears and pain
Loneliness and lots of love
even kissing in the rain
Having dinner at the Bistro
at a table just for two
Sipping our margaritas thinking
I was falling in love with you
Your gentle hand in mine
made us both forget the past
don't know the reason why
it just wasn't made to last
Both of us had lost someone
maybe it was just too soon
To be raptured by the moonlight
even though it made us swoon
I know the tears will flow
it will be a sad good bye
Both will go our separate ways
Knowing that we really tried
Guess we weren't ready
to make this our final call
Perhaps we were both just looking
for the softest place fall