Best Spins Poems
So much growth just passes by
while our hours are on the fly.
Whether we grow and absorb
or miss each sight and single word,
our moment’s entire, total sum
is effected by each passing one.
Time spins people in and out.
Time may whisper, time may shout.
It is not clear on any day
which memory will firmly stay,
which will take us and shake us
into all that’s a plus in us.
What we do, changes us,
what we don’t, also does.
If no day seems brand new
perhaps your changes are too few.
Categories:
spins, change, growth, hope, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
Twisting the dancer spins into the mist of the night, to his very own tune
This unearthly spectra gracefully dances, only lit by the light of the moon
Softly his leather clad shoes play skillfully onto the moisten moss beneath
Night animals, stop to stare at this dancing spectre, to them he bequeath
Their little clicks of approval, seemed only to add, to the body of the tune
This unearthly spectre dances in the mist only lit by the light of the moon
He makes his way through the trees, still dancing, as he reaches the leith
Across the wooden bridge into the mist, he disappears, beyond the heath
Gazing into the mist, you imagine him there, still dancing to his own tune
One of nature’s, own loons, who only dance’s, lit by the light of the moon
Categories:
spins, earth, moon, spiritual,
Form:
Couplet
...... ..................Life spins around and around,
an endless cycle of love and sound.
Beginning where it ends, it goes,
like rivers that the ocean knows.
Flowing gently, never still,
life returns as it always will.
The circle moves, the journey's true,
bringing us back to what's brand new.
Endless and eternal, forever to be,
a circle of life, wild and free.
Round and round, as life shows,
where it ends, no one knows.
Life spins around and around,
in a pattern so profound.
It weaves our fates,
in endless states.
Round and round,
without a sound.
Always there,
everywhere.
Life spins,
begins,
ends.
Categories:
spins, life,
Form:
Lyric
Pastel florals arise and flow,
in hues of tranquil misting seas.
Back light of a sapphire glow,
captivates the heart of glee.
Impassioned crest of rainbow song,
crescendos in the twilight beams.
Where angels walk abreast in throngs,
emanations of hope begin to stream.
Majesty of the cresting wave,
gifts sinewy strings of morning dew.
Mother Nature then engraves,
her claim of incandescent hues.
Gay sings the bird up in the bower;
in observation of the blossoming flowers.
8-3-2021
A Brian Strand Your Choice Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Categories:
spins, appreciation, earth, nature, poems,
Form:
Sonnet
Earth spins in orbit
Changing the top of the world
Every day renewed.
© November 8, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Categories:
spins, nature, science,
Form:
Haiku
A synopsis untried, a life unended
The wheel spins as the days protract
A look at the mirror surrounding the dire
I feel my soul, my life and my being
Each day that I be
Each moment that I see
Fundamentally I decree
Knowledge be'eth my surrender
Yet self provoked it opens adventure
Lies and deceit, the dacoit he knoweth
So infinite and atomic
Indefinate to us all
Supposed awesome wonder at his behest
Quality awaits this unfathomable test
Categories:
spins, confusionlife,
Form:
Free verse
Alas.....
our little spider spins ,
her web alone....
without her friends.
She catches flying thoughts
and words
like silver apples
seen and heard.
She labors long into the night
to weave her way out of her plight
tiny dewdrops ......
.(are they tears?),
cling along her hopes and fears
lines on lines
criss cross and then,
she wakes to just begin again.
Perhaps I'll find a lady bug
to stop
and give our friend a hug.
Unless the urge is just to much..............
in which case that will be
her lunch.
Categories:
spins, on writing and words,
Form:
Couplet
Needless to say the world will not stop spinning. Now let us celebrate and be merry or is that only on the holidays? More holidays are needed. I do not want to live the rest of days angry, hoping, waiting and praying for father's day so I can get my tools. Wait am I a father or just a child. It does not matter because the World refuses to stop spinning. Many people move too fast to understand. See clearly and drive safely. Celebrate, go ahead.
Categories:
spins, adventure, devotion, world, fathers
Form:
Burlesque
Knees just don't let grampa bend
feet won't let him run
Back that will not straighten up
some might say he's done
But wait a minute, not so fast
a wedding's round the corner
Pretty Anna's getting married
no invites for aging mourners
So into his cerebrum
Gramps smeared adrenaline
Well his feet took off a-flying
dancing like the wind
Spins, turns, leaps in the air
as if the aches were never there
Though inside he was grimacing
blisters and sores a-simmering
Yet Gramps kept up his great charade
on nimble knees and flying feet
For Anna's wedding serenade
Waves of pain ~ ne'er so sweet
Categories:
spins, dance, granddaughter, grandfather, pain,
Form:
Narrative
I have been wounded
Robbed off my clothes
Some thieves attacked me
Eaten by moths
I'm lying there
right on your path
Eaten by anger
Eaten by wrath
The rage and fury
Choler and spleen
I'm full with blood
I'm not clean
I'm half dead
I'm helpless
There's no one
Who could care less
I have no shoes
Nothing to dress
I can not walk
I must confess
You walk by me
Leave me aside
And then from death
You can not hide
You walk by me
Salve - Patch me up
Transport - kind treat me
It is a wrap
A wrap which is
So full with life
With love you'll be
Husband and wife
You'll never die
You'll never cry
You'll never have
To ask more why
As love is pure
Love isn't shy
It's not afraid
Love always serves you
As your maid
A gentlewomen
Mary virgin
It's love my baby
It always spins
Categories:
spins, god, jesus, love,
Form:
Quatrain
record spinning
as the song plays itself
out
In researching Basho, I found this quote related to Basho:
One of the masters of the haiku form, Basho, defined haiku as "Simply what is happening in this place at this moment."
Jan. 8, 2022
Categories:
spins, destiny,
Form:
Haiku
Shyness of life courage of death
voice that rumbles inside your head
and burdens like wormwood on weakened chest
or a spring bowl full of uneaten fruits
beside the dead man’s bed
blind clairvoyant cursed with blessings
and all the sages of the wise
who will understand and who would withstand
bare feet deepen in sparkling snow
running scared only in nightgown
throughout the speechless mob
- and why the world spins around
much the same as the ribbon torn out
with a lock of my sister’s hair
- and why I'm freezing
whenever the fireworks ball
lights up the sky above my home
Oh… scarlet harvest of bodies and souls
I have dreamed that they were sowing
our last breaths in strayed fields
of their own remembrance
and maybe in a hundred years
someone's lips
will release our weeping into the world
by simple saying
- they also were here
- they were here!
so gather their voices like wheat in the late summer
and hand them over to starving newcomers
***
Who will deny that future is only a shadow laid by past
and we are the moths with wings of broken glass
bathed in the scattered light of countless treasures
rescued by from the family tales and legends
from dawn to dusk united or torn apart
we pursue our journey
throughout the time
in hope that our dreams
instead of reaching havens
could move the hearts of stone
and keep them calm for ever
- To my mom and aunt
who both survived the hell of war.
Categories:
spins, war, winter,
Form:
Elegy
Brought on by division
By simple sweet collide
What's made in supple splendor
That caters to complex delights
We walk barefooted
We walk upon stones
Tettering on the brink
Falling through the threshold
Makes chaos tender sweet
Condenses the sweetness held in swollen cheek
That makes for perversely satsifying drink
Not to be shared, but savored selfishly
Calming and cool, bringing about a quiet rhapsody
That lingers between bouts of insanity
Made all the more delectable
Made all the more discreet
Even as it threatens to separate us
We foolishly surrender beneath its delicious leak.
Categories:
spins, health,
Form:
Free verse
I am never alive on a Smile's Journey
That is how I take pictures through views Spritually Presented
The Art through Her Eyes breathes rehabilitation into my wilted assurance
The Sun Shines reflecting perfectly in the Mirror of my Forward Motion
I swim in a sea of never before seen in scenes
that make make me feel a type of Serene
that positively effects the reilluminated sheen
that feels so invigorating, crisp and clean
The Beautification of the Waters Power of Upliftment is like YES!!!!!
in extraordinary snowflakes of Profound Exclamatories.....
She looks Alive in Her Resurrection Sundress,
and She sows the seeds of Light Renewed
Omission and oblivion are relatives of loneliness and misanthropy
Blue and grey are confidantes of depression and its lingering gloom
The blood of the Sky Blue Phoenix drops Tears of Innovative Healing
Life can be the cursive endoskeleton of the exoskeleton of a criminally unsen manuscript
As She Spins Benevolent Renovations in Her Resurrection Sundress.....
Categories:
spins, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
For every man that walks the Earth,
There are umpteen scores of envious souls,
Jealous of the privilege they now hold,
For nothing is rarer than human rebirth!
“If the soil clutched in the palm of my hand
Are the men and women who walk this land,
Then even all the dirt of the world entire
Are dwarfed by the souls seeking such a chance!”
- Shakyamuni Buddha.
Therefore, a life of virtue and good deeds
Is a message all of humanity must heed,
For this human life is short and scarce,
And if wasted, another come from whence?
Thus the sutras state:
Good or evil in this realm of men
Will yield eon spanning bliss or bane,
And as the Wheel of Fortune spins away,
Millions of souls hoping for rebirth as men,
Despair when it does not turn their way!
All rights released into the Public Domain
Categories:
spins, allusion, blessing, destiny, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse