Best Sparking Poems
She had no spark within her heart
No fire burned out of control
No glow of which she could impart
No flames of desire within her soul
The muse within her did not ignite
Her inspiration had taken flight
Her words could not spark a blaze
The muse within her did not ignite
It seemed she was in a daze,
She wanted words to light up her mind
But her words could not spark a blaze
Then a spark of desire she did find
And words began to light up her mind
Soon she felt an inspirational fire inside
That illuminated her soul with a burning pride
Her writing brought her great acclaim
A spark had now become a flame
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11-12-17
Filling the blank space of the heart hey my oxygen of love You braced the sand near the shore with an enriched almond in my life,
Oh my damsel !! Stupendously You are my love!!
Dipping in the soul of your's, relishing with the bunch of Jasmine,efflorescence is flushing on my way,
Oh my Queen !! Universally You vanquished my heart!!
Aster of my life,blooming Rose, alluringly captured the entire morsel occupying with an astounding charm of your's,
Oh my babes !! My lucid crystal,You shines forever!!
Heuristically resolved my problems filling with the stiff breeze unwrapping the emotions of love,
Oh my angel !! Happily You wrote the fairy-tale of my life!!
Near the samui bay, as like a relation between kit and boodle you spinned the petals of my life,
Oh my princess!! Drooping in your eyes I felt daunted!!
Implanting your waving leaves on my heart, melancholically removing the sad ness of my life,
Oh my lady !! zingels rangged in my refracting prism of soul!!
My starlit darkness is been flared up as if You are the brazen periwinkles balancing my world,
Oh my Pearl !! Lying in your shell of clam, Oysterically I Would love to clump throughout for all season!!
Adorably my dame-chick had gleefully connected me with every piece of my soul lusciously vibrating me,
Oh my doll !! Mirthfully You hit my heart a million times & blithely the spirit of yours made me solve the entire puzzle of life!!
The clutter expert made remarks,
When giving her advice,
That if no joy an item sparks,
Then ditch it – don’t think twice.
That goes for clothes or books or art
Or tchotchkes on a shelf,
For once this method gets its start,
You’ll lighten up yourself.
Although I am intrigued, this brings
A plan I can’t employ,
‘Cause I own way too many things
That aren’t sparking joy.
Still, I am more attuned to what
The expert had to say
And so my ancient jeans (which sparketh not)
I gave away.
Sparking my bodies brain cells,
Well-endowed with cosmic material, sparkling of excellence to excel,
Establishing my teacher for story rhymes to tell,
Spelling out words, heard from parallel dimensions and their Intel,
Foretelling, unraveling and not selling any of this,
On a quest with benevolence searching for the higher intelligence,
Divine minds bind, words of eloquence rhyme with emphasis,
Direct evidence, neurons travel and ignite nerves,
Processes of verses through this universe coerce,
In this Matrix Multiverse I observe, gaining wise knowledge to learn,
Never overthrown by the mundane weak system,
This world isn’t even worthy of mention, has absolutely no wisdom,
As I see my peers in submission to authority of fiction,
Listen, what I’m witnessing on our common plain is limited,
Observing everything here, the global atmosphere,
Shocked, what’s been concocted needs to completely stop,
So I pursue the universal natural powers on top,
At the summit with bombs of truths they drop,
Almighty, profound light shines causing powers to be found,
I’m past playing around, I get down with my third eye,
Underground proverbs from other worlds and highly renowned,
Sound and legit hitting the spot that’s curious,
Serious are the consciously aware who steer their host,
Like the Holy Ghost delivering innermost insight is the wise man,
Overwhelmed by the spokesman, human walking the earths lands,
Divine plans through futuristic scriptures,
Meditate on the richer picture,
Capturing jewels uplifting my stature,
Storing up treasure in my kingdom as I dodge folly,
Wisdoms leading me, knowledge of good and evil,
Living proof with a spirit on the move,
Movements of improvement I impart that last,
Fast acceleration passing all disaster on this 3D canvas,
Spray painting reality illegally in the eyes of this world’s madness,
My mind landed on this planet to practice what the ancient wise men missed.
Quincy Mac
Date Written: 3.8.2016
Synapses in the brain sparking,
Transient rushes here to there.
Consciously, excitements bustling,
The world around looks, unaware.
Tête-à-tête buzzes constantly.
Ever present selves in the air.
Fast paced nights remember freely.
A time when there was less despair.
© July 25, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: HUTAIN THIS ONE...
Sponsored by: nette onclaud
Moments with you are like the effervescence taste of sparkling wine…
It is a rush of intense pleasure that almost seems like a crime…
Such a rich and sweet measure…but so fleeting in time…
And I am left wanting more…sparkling wine…
Silent night –
Love in the air
Takes flight!
Lovebirds,
Softly spoken
Sweet words …
Hopes cling
Tracing each stroke
Souls sing.
November 28, 2014
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: WHISPERS OF A MUSE - Poetry Contest
Sponsor nette onclaud
We Swooning Sparking Sparkling Fiery Fierce Lovers, By Davieo, David Rothchild
We Swooning Sparking Sparkling Fiery Fierce Lovers
When we were wholly as one true being complete
Long known birth names could not be recalled
A body was a sublime sky shaping unmovable mountain
Eyes were closed, translucent time faring glowing minds
Were lit with supernal love, diamond-sapphire happinesses
Kisses rained like golden rivers of sky posed painted joys
A love ocean deep rebalanced, memorialized empyrean emotions.
We Swooning Sparking Sparkling Fiery Fierce Lovers, By Davieo, David Rothchild
in this town
you hear horn sound
going round and round
people acting like clown
corlor pop blue black and
white
its
SPARKING IN THE NIGHT
strings tug-ging, pull-ing,
notes spark-ing, wink-ing.
I wasn’t born on the Virgin Islands
No books prophesized my coming
No shiny stars above the hospital bed
Only handmaidens welcomed me in
Most likely with awe struck expressions
Slap some air into that baby me, please
Make me scream, make me cry out loud
What have I gotten myself into
Mom says tears streamed down my cheeks
Yet, she swears I was smiling too
Nothing’s changed now that I’m old and grey
I’m still just a spark igniting a flame
I still smile when I cry
At all the lies and the pain ...
Nobody’s perfect