Best Somersaults Poems
TRUE LOVE SAILED OVER SEAS
Have I met trouble when I met your ocean eyes
for beneath that steady gaze, I reach the highest sky?
Slothful moon turned grey, so the stars: tired and pale
when I behold your white angelic grace. . .
Distant and unfamiliar you may seem,
I wasn't afraid to run, run and catch your gleam
without a guarantee of us becoming one,
still, I pursue to behold you, my woman.
I am no Romeo nor you are not Juliet
but allow me to prove, I love immaculate...
Hundred miles and hundred days we may separate,
yonder, seasons change, my heart to you, I dedicate.
Overseas, each time the ship reach the shore,
immediately like thunder, I trip to the door
for me to send my love letter or find a phone
excited I am, the opportunity, I don't postpone!
Pity at that time, no internet or cellphones yet
so the instant a signal peeps, it's you, I first check.
My ears blush and so I am in fever love
each time our exchange of thoughts began.
Then again while we talk, sometimes, the signal fret,
or without proper warning our chats end to wreck.
Coins gone and so time on shore is done, again I want to dial
My sunshine smile not turning to the river Nile...
My heart on somersaults when they hand me your letter
like a little boy with his favorite toy, I keep it near my chest
awhile I am on reversed cardiac arrest, I confess.
Winter feeling I have blown and within is a summer weather,
ten months or a year in the middle of the sea
with only your letters and photo I kiss, I, in jubilee!
Years passed, I came home and I search your address,
my intentions of wanting to marry you, I will express.
Your parents, unsure of me, they probe too much.
How many women I touched-- I gone to bed with
for am a sailor, they thought to any girl I resort,
I was stunned but I remain calm and quiet
as I know myself, loyal to you and no one else.
I tried to woo them and prove, my only love is you.
God must have blessed us-- as their stone heart melt,
a year later, my dream of being your husband came true.
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©O. E. Guillermo
07:42 pm, January 19, 2015
Categories:
somersaults, growth, inspiration, life, love,
Form:
Rhyme
It was to meet; my eyes with his.
Why, he’s no stranger; do I know him?
Why is he staring? Something’s wrong with me?
Our eyes lock and my heart somersaults.
Now my loin constricts and my heart’s racing.
At the exit, I’ve no business to turn back.
But something’s burning my back;
Laser rays or his eyes…yes, he’s looking straight at me!
My hand shakes as I unlock my car;
I did miss the red light!
Thanks God, I’m safe home.
Some curses under breath bring back my senses.
But this night I’m not to sleep.
His eyes are not leaving me.
Gosh! I’m smiling and laughing foolishly.
My temperature’s rising!
I take a shower and refresh the wrinkled bedsheet.
First dawn, I sit staring at the fan.
Oh! I’m in love.
Heart longing, I’m there again
and again in the days to follow,
eyes thirsty, searching but for his eyes!
Placed 7 out of 10 for contest Free Verse about love by laura Loo
Selected as 'Poem of the Day' on 21/01/17
Categories:
somersaults, emotions, love,
Form:
Free verse
Spring Whimsy
winter packs his trunk
full of icy fleece and flakes ~
going south for spring
spring unpacks her bags
rolls out green hills with poppies ~
mustard carpets glens
vernal daylight sighs
sheds a winter overcoat ~
nature somersaults
sassy daffodils
troubadours of the season ~
in the midst of snow
snowdrops and tulips
mingle with playful raindrops ~
hummingbirds return
spring teases tree buds
tickles robins and the wrens ~
jokes in cheeky fun
loons and larks arrive
mistral songs fill flaxen fields ~
forests swing and sway
coy clouds gather in
flirt with flashing thunderbolts ~
birds watch from warm nests
rain tumbles through skies
plays hide and seek with thunder ~
feisty blue bells stand
waxing springtime moon
paints rose petals platinum ~
neon night aglow
impish morning sun
winks at fields of red clover ~
spring born of whimsy
3-30-22
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Categories:
somersaults, spring,
Form:
Haiku
Because of eyes as warm as honey, I
was melting, but the love I first believed
was shown me in his gaze was but a lie.
He uttered not a word; I was deceived!
He leaned in for that first romantic kiss.
I melted more; my heart did somersaults.
How easily that man could bring me bliss.
But I would learn his luscious lips were false!
His gorgeous body, hard, pressed into me.
I felt his fingers softly touch my skin.
I totally dissolved! How cleverly
he’d worked unspoken lies on me again!
That young man with his beautiful brown eyes
at last destroyed me with beautiful lies.
Categories:
somersaults, beautiful, lost love, me,
Form:
Sonnet
Childish giggles,
From tummy tickles,
Say "uncle" if you please.
Tippy tippy toes,
And "someone's got your nose",
Grandpa likes to tease.
Piggy back rides,
And water slides,
"I double dog dare you!"
Barbie dolls,
Bouncy balls,
And Silly Putty, too.
Hide and seek,
"Don't you peek!"
"You'll never find me here."
Duck, duck, goose,
My tooth is loose,
The tooth fairy must be near.
Swinging high,
Up in the sky,
"Hey there! Look at me!"
Riding bikes,
And flying kites,
So much fun, you see.
Monkey bars,
And bumper cars,
Somersaults on the grass.
Memories,
Are made of these,
Hang on and make them last.
4/23/15
Categories:
somersaults, childhood, fun, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
Out of the ether once came a small child
who hoped to one day fly thru the air.
Diligently applying herself, learning a style,
performing higher leaps, tapping the rare.
She performed somersaults, all in her stride,
with greater and more intelligent ease.
Winning honors and gold medals worldwide,
winning hearts with technical expertise
She became the world's new daring upstart
"sensational, uncanny, never fails,"
They didn't care that she led with her heart
and began to believe all of the tales.
As heroes may do, she took a misstep
and stumbled as the world was looking on.
the fault came not because she was inept,
the world on her shoulders became too strong.
A lesson to be learned: tho brave they are
some athletes just barely more than a child.
We expect all heroes to be bright stars
so we can foster their dreams for a while.
We forget they're human, just as we are
with mightier longings and goals, perhaps.
We must forgive occasional dimmed stars,
help them stand if they sometimes collapse.
Categories:
somersaults, character, confidence, conflict, courage,
Form:
Rhyme
Cape, strength and the mask- of one in disguise
dawn, the light shinning through- here in my world
Oh.. to see your identity- those eyes
Dodging everything at you being whirled
My Superman!! Defender of things right
Power, your ability to stand tall
here in my world, shining through, is your light
lift me where I belong- above it all
A fairy-tail, a fantasy, some bliss
truth, somersaults- while flying out of sight
My hero- you are something just like this
Dodging everything, even Kryptonite
Cape, strength and the mask- of one in disguise
Oh.. to see your identity- those eyes
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- Just a little Scribble -
Songs ~
The Chainsmokers and Coldplay- Something Just Like This
3 Doors Down - Kryptonite
~ Superman unrolls, a suit before he lifts
She said- “I’m not looking for somebody with some superhuman gifts” ~
Categories:
somersaults, hero, truth,
Form:
Sonnet
as he walks with pride
through the fields of ocean tides
youth gathered hearts love
silent spirit seeking lulled salt tinged air
ocean froth waves heave forward snare
rising anticipation swinging forward
from port to port through salted shields
his heart broke the surface as he gasped for breath as he ages
being drawn away from his youth gathered bosom
helplessly turning somersaults inside a tumbling rush surviving challenges
stroking madly yielding for rare hope, truth rhythm of nature, and wisdom
the more you take away from, the bigger new beginnings become
1/1/2016
A Navy sailor of 20 years when I met my husband. Love at first sight if you want to believe , but true for me. Habits were not hard to break from the rough man he was to the gentle soul he is now. Love has a way of changing a person.
Poet's Dozen
A poet's dozen is 12 lines of poetry using the following forms in this order:
One modern Haiku: 3 lines: Syllables 5,7,5
A couplet: 2 lines
Free verse: 2 lines
English Quintain: 5 lines: Rhyming scheme ababb
Categories:
somersaults, heart, love, ocean, pride,
Form:
Free verse
Waiting for the world to make sense again
I jump back and forth every now and then
Lush grass and blue sky, but I don’t know
(The world’s too somber for a smile to show)
There’s caution tape on the playground swing
Hard to make heads or tails of anything
In history’s quietest apocalypse
(The world shut it’s doors nary a protest)
And so I’m just sitting here
trying to tame the fear...
In spite of the calls to just wither away
(did you not hear the news today?
so much sorrow and grief,
why don’t you cry? are you not sad?)
As if I should be guilty for feeling glad
(the world has enough trouble,
they don’t need me to add)
Watching it all pass by lighter than a cirrus cloud
(Breathing in the sunshine while it’s still allowed)
I listen to the children laugh and play
Flashes of color to drown out the gray
I know none of it makes sense right now
But it’s all gonna be alright somehow
Just gotta hold on and remember what hope is for
Until the world make sense once more
There’s boys playing marbles
and girls picking April blooms
(Did no one stop to fill their hearts
with doom and gloom?)
Frisbee, tag and somersaults
In the afternoon
They can run and skip
Just like a toy balloon
(did no one tell them
It’s all gonna end real soon?)
There’s people dying on the TV screen!
(close my ears and claim it’s all a dream)
Until the world makes sense again
Toss all of your cares into the wind
You can scream the end is near until the cows come home
But I won’t give up my God given right to roam
The birds’ll sing and the sun’ll shine
Until all our sour grapes turn to wine
The world is drenched in unease
and yet here am I
Enjoying the warmth of a spring breeze
with every sigh
All the signs urging us
to rot away and wither
But all the dandelions in the world
beg to differ
Let the orioles sing their soothing songs
Let the cherry blossoms fill your thirsty lungs
All the countless ways to say seize the day.
To tell the truth...
...the world never made much sense anywaY
Categories:
somersaults, anxiety, appreciation, beauty, encouraging,
Form:
Prose Poetry
circus performer
a family tradition
passed on to me
a big top flyer
Oohs and ahhs heard from below
in the spotlight's heat
higher I rise
reaching for my partner's hands
the moment of truth
I hold my breath
hundreds of feet above ground
grabbing victory
swinging freely
after somersaults flying
applause like music
an entertainer
my calling to defy laws
of gravity
Categories:
somersaults, adventure, fantasy,
Form:
Haiku
On a pedestal high
and foundation weak,
When your lying tongue
no longer dares to speak,
Where at such a lofty place
pigs practice somersaults,
it will come to you, an epiphany,
"This was all my fault"
From the streets of muck and gray
to a house of white,
The world will once again
hear your unheeded plight,
And, alas, for a little while longer
you shall remain,
But to every creature of flesh
the outcome is the same,
A message of hope,
to the leader of the free world
"Because we are brave
we shall take these stones of broken truth
and salvage what left we can save"
Categories:
somersaults, hope, philosophy, political, uplifting,
Form:
Rhyme
The deception of “free verse”: Dreams II, Translation of Etiemble’s “L’imposture du vers libre” by T. Wignesan
“Free verse, free not to be verse” – Audiberti
My love is not blue like a lake
my love is not blue like a sky
but red swollen with blood
and of ire
No lapping sounds of oars
playing out a nocturne
Bienne lake or that of Bourget
ever beat out the loping of my heart
My love’s neither blue nor like a lake
nor like a sea of oil
In the cauldron of boiling oil
a witch throws in a thumb
and the formula
My witching love
sputters and bursts out
stinging these busts and this lip
red
Vehement like a she-demon
it dances in a mad whirl
My left temple
wails
with the furious ocean
which rumbles under my pillow
What ships wreck in this sunken heart
still bleeding
of all the hearts it peeled
bleeding bodies of the young girl
And this heart weeps over its deaths
Like those on All Souls’ Day
the old hoary woman weeping
twisted up into wailing somersaults
which pad the cries of skeletons
clinging to rapacious granite
My heart beating on the pillow
muffles the voice of the friend
which begged the evening gone by
“Tell me it’s not over yet!”
And like the ocean cowardly
I collapse into my bed
to better listen to the tolling
of my temples and my heart
a delusionary
song of joy.
Signed: Jean Louverné (pseudonym)
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2014 (Translation
Categories:
somersaults, heart, love,
Form:
Free verse
The parched sycamore leaf
Walked across the patio
Past the portal of my dwelling
The alder slab was immobilized
By a decorative door stopper
Arranged to let the warm
November day work its way in
I snapped out of the life I was leading
Amongst the absorbing pages
Of a well written book
With my space saved and novel snapped shut
I arose to meet the weary traveler
At the threshold of my hut
There before me was an empty meadow
It's vastness leading to my oppressor's home
I live here
I am my own oppressor
I burden myself with
Great weights of unjustified restraints
I use unused corners
To keep my quiet complaints
I am well aware of my inabilities
To cut myself some slack
I speak poorly of myself
Behind my own back
Never the less I yell
Demanding a presence to be shown
After several minutes filled with
Absolutely nothing at all
A second weary traveler crinkles
As it somersaults by my feet
Tricked by a tumbling leaf
There is no one out here for me to meet
The melted basil plants
Have returned to the ground
From which they have came
Once formidable weeds
Are now all laying lame
Once fruitful tomato vines
Are now blackened with
Nobody but the frost to blame
The land is ripe for winter to claim
There is no one out here
Nobody but my oppressor
Who demands I retreat inside
I revisit the position
I held in my large armed chair
Easily returning to where I left off
With no acknowledgment
To the bookmarks job well done
No appreciation to it's
Silent steadfast work
Trapped through the ages
A life pressed between the pages
It is here I will remain
Free from the steady glare
Of my all consuming oppressor
Free from time restraints
Free from reality
Free from idiosyncrasies
Free from the world
In which my position is unclear
It is here I will remain
Till my eyes fall heavy
The last page is turned
Or I'm disturbed by my next imaginary guest
3/5/18
Categories:
somersaults, allusion, books, how i
Form:
Free verse
Summer Quatrains – Swap Quatrains 6-19-24
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Summer Quatrains
Silk ribbons of ice melt into wellsprings
With jubilant serenades, heartfelt,
Frozen heartbeats freed from rime flow on wings
Into wellsprings silk ribbons of ice melt.
The brooding nimbus bows to solstice’ clouds
Dandelion days doze in clover now
As the Dayspring moon chants reveries out loud
To solstice’ clouds the brooding nimbus bows.
The rumpled season rides on wings of change,
Dancing in the ether where dreams abide,
Somersaults o’re a wishing star’s exchange
On wings of change the rumpled season rides.
In summer’s sunlight winter’s rose arises
Past the melancholy veils of dark starlight
Opens silky buds, rapture’s surprises,
Winter’s rose arises in summer sunlight.
Categories:
somersaults, change, life, nature, summer,
Form:
Quatrain
Without sugar, I'll sip on my espresso
I can still taste yesterday's sweetness
We abandoned yesterday's mistakes, worries, and despair
all money in the world cannot resuscitate yesterday
our actions and words are irreversible somersaults.
Yesterday's wishes dried up like lost dreams in the woods
golden skin echoed hollow vows with a wistful, spun glow
Alms shimmer like souls, but we can't rule out karma
we must avoid future risks, hurdles, and a stoic canvas.
Dreams and stones mingle, like torn bones or hearts
sun rays dye crimson roses—an icy reminder of lost shine
Gypsy whispers, dancing blades, and wigs create chaos
broken glass shards can form vows and heal scars
hedged hymns that hum in hectic hoods are tedious.
defied the cosmos and sought fortune and fame
revered and emulated idols of love and peace
but wished to be Gandhi or Mandela and achieve triumph
Philosophy and psychology foster love.
Pinprick orbs, a bohemian strain, drift with sun dust
everything I remember seems like yesterday
If life gives you the embers you asked for, embrace the pearls.
Categories:
somersaults, hope, memory,
Form:
Free verse