Best Sprightliness Poems

When the season of splendor sprinkles 
the scent of sprightliness,
when the koels and kingfishers sing hymns of hope 
and merrily waltz their wings of chartreuse dreams, and
when from her day dream, my muse emerges in ecstasy,
I dip my quill in vivid shades of ebullient sacramento...

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"Nature is a joy in spring with fresh life and a wonder than at other seasons. The myriad animate and inanimate forms living in nature surprise and delight us. The sight of little creatures taking care of their offspring raises our curiosity and heightens our...

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Written: September 26, 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 39 Poetry Contest            Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh 

 “However authentic the feelings of love, the dalliance was only ever meant to be a beautiful fiction” - Esther Perel.
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Dot dabbles...

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Words Used 
Ghost, Heart. (Nouns)
Shiver, Deliver, (Verb)
Wicked, Viscous, (adjectives)

I had a friend- jovial and sweet, in my college days.
The same room, we had shared at the hostel.
I noticed, by and by, she was losing her sprightliness.
Had no clue, what upsetting thoughts nagged her HEART.

One night,...

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Dawn awakens, lets yawn red searing sigh,
summer steams sweltering sweating sunlight.
Street's hot bed of coals smolders in July,
temperatures torch with tropical smite.

Haze humid stir-frying Bronx crispy craze,
housing is tinder, youth straggle sapped streets.
Rainstorm naught, nothing to break basting braise,
community chafing white wicked heat.

Day, baked yellow...

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Into space, a rammed ship the passing Star spewed.
Feverish, life into its bowels forever doomed.
Survival hopes by a tumefying Sun aerified.
The void, blindly the last ship hopefully roved.

About a new demesne the space travellers were excited.
From afar a blue planet, with alleviation, they sighted.
Secretly nearing,...

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What shall I do tomorrow...and tomorrow...
Wretched is Macbeth although I am as he;
The blood drips too laggardly from the-
Cherry tree, and-
I become silent ~
The stench of cologne on your shirt lingers-
As the November mist curls about the house-
And drifts into a sweet repose;
Darkness massages your...

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IT MATTERS NOT
WHAT TIME HAS WROUGHT
FOR IN DUSK 
LIES A THOUGHT
FOR THOSE IN ALLIANCE
WITH THE SHADOWS
SEARCHING WITHIN 
THEIR CAVERNOUS HEARTS
SEEKING FOR THE PRINCIPLE
SO THAT THEIR EXISTENCE
MIGHT START
KNOWING NOT A SOLITARY WORD
THEY SPEAK FROM SOMEWHERE NEW
KNOWING NOT A SOLITARY ACTION
THEY MUST RELENTLESSLY PURSUE
BUT ALAS WHO MAY...

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It was a time of darkness
That shaded me from light
Could not recollect a single day
But absorbed feelings of night
A spark to light a candle
To remove unreasonable doubt
The temptation was too strong
One breath and it was out
The smoke would fill my lungs
And succeeded to cloud my...

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Truth was on our side,
Lay with us in sprightliness;
The natural relegated itself, 
To machinery and forcefulness.

Guns and ammunition raged,
Tanks threw balls galore,
Necessity was with the engineers,
And not abundant nature’s store.

But nature consolidated and was with us,
For though winds blew and we did hide,
We did not...

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Squalidness—Squabbling squeamishly;
Scrutinizing stigmatized scandalization, substantially scarce
Sprightliness...skeptically surrendering
Shamefully—Scolded sardonically;
Snarling splenetically, severing sensibility, scowlingly simmering
Strenuously...sought survival
Sparring—Sinister sisters;
Seductively swiveling soreness, sarcastically snared, swirling
Storms...sporadically striking
Slowly—Sacrificing stories;
Scorching slanderous subversiveness, suffering suffocation
Senselessly...smoldering serendipity
Sinfully—Silent stranger;
Sneaking skillfully staring
Presumptuously—Pursuing pretentiousness;
Promises protruding pithiness,
Potential problems...penetrating
Frantically—Forsaken fantasizes foresee;
Different Man Flourishing...

Suspiciously—Supplication solicited;
Subjectively settling, storms subdue, spontaneously subsiding
Surprisingly...sanctuaries submerged
Sobriety—Soaked...

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INTERVIEW WITH A DYING TREE-

I stand erect I embrace we
You cover me I am under you us
Grounded together we two
I am of you, we both stand in the wind

Both sprightliness, yet of skins
I die daily, my skin sheds
We gather this meeting we hug a conference...

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lambent sprightliness
lush pretentious herb garden-
lounge with sweet hushed sound 


6/19/2019...

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A forlorn maiden wakes up in the middle of the night, 
                  Heart aches with longing…
For the young man who had to leave her
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