Best Sparks Poems
"Umpteen little moments of all living creatures are knitted together to weave the vivid fabric called 'Life' " ~ by poet.
The first wee sprout springing up from a seed
Bright sparkling baby eyes so fresh and pure
A wobbly calf standing first time for feed
Cute ducklings following mama for sure
Blooms that bring, to the dreary mind, a cure
Children diving into the pond for fun
Birds cheering us with their morning songs sweet
Peacock wooing peahen - dancing begun
Buzzing bees, wild, building their hives so neat
Busy squirrels collecting nuts to eat
Crows cawing and sharing food with their friends
Sparrows hiding under leaves during rain
Toiling hawker, his life in streets, he spends
Grandma's graceful smile - creased face - hiding pain
The fall of the leaves, nothing to remain
Date: 07/11/2022
Submitted for: It's All About Three Q's Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme chosen: Life
Quintain (English), ababb, 10 syllables each line.
Two little sparks
enlightening the dark
(tidal waves tugging on the heart)
One named Amelia, the other Aurora:
Completing the scenery --- fauna and flora.
But Borealis, she has no stake in the matter,
for she is just a melancholy rainbow
in comparison --- to the flames that ignite
your very being ... all the while you take pleasure in the heat,
being warmed by their joy and curiosity.
Go ahead and draw lines in the sand
(they will jump over them with glee)
And simultaneously have you giggling
at their tenacity.
Two little sparks
through the woods they embark
(one look at their eyes --- and there goes my heart)
Playing hide 'n' seek with the two of them
they disappear (and re-appear) just like fireflies in June.
Dotting the intrepid pathways like sparkles, like magic.
(the fact they'll one day grow up ... it's rather tragic)
Why can't they stay little forever and touch the ceiling
by riding on my shoulders?
Why not stay brittle so I can be protective --- instead like all things
you must grow older.
For now though Oh for now!
It's nothing but a pipe-dream
in the wakefulness of day.
Youthful energy can't be contained
much like quarantine flame.
(and between you and me
that's an accurate analogy)
Between these two firebrands -
who could dare understand
what it means to be an uncle
... with the capriciousness of "one of the gang",
and the loving care of a parent.
And who could dare contemplate
this here man's tragic fate:
living next door to the both of them
with no fire blanket.
One's not even walking (the other barely talking)
And while that may seem rather shocking
nieces have that power
to play with your emotions like staccato raindrops
on that big ole blue
they call the ocean.
These flames aren't dying low (not even close)
but only gaining momentum like a lightning strike in a forest:
a thousand popping pine cones re-seeding into infinity.
(And did I say divinity? That too)
They be in competition for my love
like the tug-a-war moon.
It's the kind of game where everyone wins
and it's never too soon ...
... for one more go round.
Written March 9th, 2016
For the Twin Flames Contest Hosted by Nayda Ivette Negron
Placed Second
When Sparks Fly.
The magic in our togetherness make's sparks fly.
Years of me loving her, her heart will always be mine.
Our trials, our errors, through out our years.
Seeing grandchildren we made, strikes me to tears.
Two hearts we have still beat as one.
The magic of our love is like white morning doves.
We are still young then turning so old.
Magically we are still in love 7 times fold.
I have found my soul mate early in my life's stride.
We both believe our love, with togetherness is our pride.
She sat next to me
and the air
seemed to dance around her,
we traded words,
conversations passing into the night
while the moon
was cradled by the clouds
and that was when
an ember landed on my heart,
burning away the cobwebs
that muttled my creativeness.
My pen sat stagnant for years,
now it’s melted to my hand,
laying verse and poem
on anything that will hold ink.
So for this mystifying sprite,
that has taken the last step,
my fingers will bleed
before I stop scribing.
In my art I will spread her soul
throughout the Earth,
whether dark or light
I will scatter her sparks with each line,
igniting inspiration in hearts
and comforting
with the gentleness
that flowed from her fingertips.
Her spirit glides above
as our hearts wilt
and the flowers
bend their heads and cry.
Trees comfort one another
with the rustling of their branches
and the wind
touches every back and cheek with grief.
The sun lays its warm hand
on the shoulders of the Earth
and our tears nourish the soil
where they fall,
as we remember her crooked smile.
Light giving soul
Always there to help you through the dark
Unusually compassionate to the unworthy
Resting in a tree enclosed meadow
An enchantment that enspelled us all
Laura Pizzini was taken from us 10/16/09
she will be missed
Warm endless kisses
hands and toe's wiggle and touch
gravity holds us
Turn it and turn it, again and again
A poem's a diamond, precision-penned
The verses so vivid, so vibrant, alive...
Sparks of Eternity, forever will thrive...
Sparks dwindled too soon,
Leaving behind dark ashes,
And silence that burns.
hope is going on, even if not knowing where
hope is running on, even if not knowing why
hope is loving on, even if not knowing whom
hope is living on, even if not knowing what for.
hope is when you smile not knowing why,
hope is when you think bad times can go by,
hope is when you want to see the light
hope is morning after night.
hope is stumbling, but stand up again
hope is falling, but then getting up
hope is stopping, but going on
hope is dawning, but then rising high.
hope is when the night is cold
hope is when you're feeling old
hope is when you grit your teeth
hope is maybe beneath.
hope is the hand that helps you getting up
hope is the one asking you „What's going on?“
hope is the one who gives you a hug
hope is when you realize that you are not alone.
hope is going on, even if the way is long
hope is running on, knowing, you are strong
hope is loving on, even if this can ail
hope is living on, even if you fail.
hope whatever you do.
hope is what I wish
you.
Touching of souls
On intersecting paths
In the same dimension
In the same time zone
It’s a kinship miracle
And a fortuitous blessing
Think of it
Our light’s not always on
We’re not always home
Connecting is a true
Alignment of forces
On a higher plane
A flicker of magic
Not to be taken for granted
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on January 8, 2019 for contest JAN 2019 WK2 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Originally posted on March 28, 2018
Raise our consciousness and sparks
By Michelle Morris
19/05/2023
Open your heart
Let the light heal your wounds
All the cracks in-between
The tears and scar tissue
Let your heartache diminish
Let your soul take flight in awe
You are so magical and blessed
Capable of your love to open every door
Embrace your happiness and joy
Embrace your life each day
Embrace every opportunity
To share your light with the Universe
Open your heart to it all
Connect with the stars in the dark
Let everything shine together forever
And raise our consciousness and sparks
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Eyes glare of
the unexpected,
staring far too long
at the person that
they love.
the feeling
between them
is strong,
sparks fly
across the air
letting people know
that when eyes
stare towards
each other
they soon will
start to glow
Sparks and embers from you keep me
glowing.
When out our immense window the falling
of God's silvery moonlight is showing.
The dancing of autumn leaves
doing a magic waltz for us.
How can we do anything except
embrace and touch?
So lost, we are in God's wanderlust!
September 15, 2019
Since then I took roles
Sparks of lights kept visible
Colorful shadows
Consciousness jolt
Sparks of lights shine whilst whisper
Well guided judgement
Mesmerizing few
Sparks of lights exist beyond
Eternally flick
Empathy ignites
Sparks of lights mingle its kind
Splendid feelings
Seeing greater leap
Sparks of lights convey omens
Discerning moment.
The hit single, "Don't Let It Go To Your Head," is the best song all music fans have ever heard. It was performed by Fefe Dobson and Jordin Sparks. this song is so amazing, so rad, it's like being in this "end-of-a-serious-relationship" situation and this whole "beginning-of-a-real-serious-relationship" type of deal. And on top of that, it's like being in a romantic comedy-drama film set in New York City. Listening to " Don't Let It Go To Your Head" is like going to a rock music festival in New York City, Phoenix, Arizona, and Toronto, Ontario, Canada. That song is so cool, I wish it was heard on an episode of "Degrassi: The Next Generation" on Teen-Nick (formerly The-N). "Don't Let It go To Your Head" by Fefe Dobson and Jordin Sparks is considered the end-of-a-longtime-relationship song, especially when a guy or a girl decides to break up with his girlfriend or her boyfriend. I've seen the music video made by Fefe Dobson, but not the music video of the same song by Jordin Sparks as of yet. It seems that Ms. Sparks and Ms. Dobson have outdone themselves. What's so great about the song, "Don't Let It go to your Head," is that of its different instrumentals, but with the same lyrics. How interesting is that? Well, the hit single "Don't Let It go to your Head" really should've been heard on an episode of "Radio Free Roscoe." Boy, if Fefe Dobson's then-second album, Sunday Love, had been released, I would've bought the CD, and since Jordin Sparks' second album, Battlefield is out, I'll go get it and buy it. I wonder if the "Don't Let It Go To Your Head " song will have been featured on the soundtracks to my would-be short stories-turned-possible-interracial romance films? Very good question. And if "Don't Let It Go To Your Head" by Fefe Dobspon and Jordin Sparks was to be featured on the "Rock Band" video game and it was inducted into the rock and roll hall of fame, that would be very awesome.
Yes I have been burned down into cold grievous ashes.
But in ashes, still lies the glimmering sparks of my strength.
My spirit is still aglow by the fire that burns within me.
The fiery hope that holds me strong to overcome my ruins.
I will rise from these cold and wet ashes, spark by spark.
A regal incarnation will it be with an avatar of new flames.
Once I'm ablaze standing tall there will be no fading out.
You haven't seen the last of me yet, the spark is still there.
Above is my response to the below quote by Rupi Kaur.
I have dug my way out the ground
with palm and fist many times.
My whole life has been one burial after another.
I will find my way out of you just fine.
Date : 12/15/2016
Note : For the contest (Quote Prompt II) by Laura Loo.
*Placed First*