Best Spring To Life Poems
I watched them gather round
The warmth of your flame
Like campers at campfire time
Huddling close to you
Pushing and jostling
For the best place
I saw your warmth
Dancing off their faces
Small cinders escaping into the night
I followed the sparks drifting up
On the chilly breeze
Riding high…disappearing into the stars
I was cold
I was alone
On the edge
And yet…I dared not go near you
Though your light invited me
And I wanted so much to be warmed
By you
Yet….how could I find a place
By those encircling you
Watching the mesmerizing display
Of your orange and yellow flames
There was no place
Among the gathering of....
The strong, the beautiful, the insistent
So, on the outskirts I stayed
Tears trickling down my cheeks
Cold
Alone…
I waited…I held back
Until they all left
One by one
Some bumping into me
Not even aware that I was alive
I waited until you had almost died out
No longer on display
But a warm glow of embers
Still orange and glowing with desire
And I approached
Shyly…
Longingly…
Needing to see you dance
For me….only for me
And I coaxed you
In my clumsy way
My fingers cold
My heart ablaze
Suddenly....you burst into flame
A pillar of fire
Miracle of love
For I had not added any kindling
But my little heart
And yet it seems you had waited
Knowing I would come
And my slightest touch
Made the flames spring to life
Voracious flames
Flames reaching the high heavens
Your heat overpowering
Consuming
I almost threw myself into you
Wanting to reach the center
Of the heat and warmth
Of your beauty…
I spent the night
Out under the stars
Lying naked
Yet not cold
Naked
Yet not ashamed
Naked
Yet not shy
For your glow was my covering
I let myself be touched
Time and again
By licking fingers of fire
By the burning flames of your desire
For….ME!
For Gail's Contest
Touched by Your Flame
May 27, 2013
The soft gentle breeze caresses my skin, tiny ripples washing over me, as cool invisible fingers tickle each tiny hair. I shiver. The path beneath my feet is hard, the narrow veins between the stone uneven but smooth. Leaning down, my fingers explore each stone admiring the artisan's hand. Even cuts and natural imperfections line the face of the pavers from which imaginary flowers and birds and faces, that only I can see, spring to life. Each piece carefully selected for size and shape, puzzled together with perfect precision. The coolness of the stone feels blue like frozen water, or perhaps green like smooth moss. The air colder now I move on, hollow vibrations tingling my hand with each tap of my cane.
09/01/15
Tell me why oh why
Why birds do fly
Why clouds drift by so slowly
How in sunny skies
Flowers spring to life
The earth and sky our glory
Pray tell someone so right
Would bloom to blow away
Why memories dance the waltz of love and hate
What tomorrow will be
May sadden me
Why do I feel love
when I hear his name~ "I'm Born Again"
Colors dance on the canvass of my life
In an intricate interplay of hues
Intensifying and weakening at different stages
Fluid colors in constant motion
As I age, different colors take precedence
While others slowly recede
Still present, yet less visible
Some colors are all time favorites
Ever strong, ever making their presence seen
The color of Beauty forever captivates me
I immerse myself in this hue
Letting its brilliance ravish my thoughts
Beautifying my life in every way
Truth is another color that graces this canvas
For without it, I cannot live
I need to see broad strokes of this hue
For it revives my heart
The brilliance of the color of Compassion
Pulsating with emotions of oneness...
With the world, with all that inhabits it
It ever moves me to reach, to feel, to belong
Hope, the color of dreams
For my dreams are saturated
In this vivid color
That makes the canvass spring to life
Hope, for a masterpiece to be
Passion, the most prominent color
Seen splashed everywhere on my canvass
The color deepening, ever deepening
Dark and rich, drawing the observing eye
To the wet colors that never dry
Always freshly painted
Bold, brash, audacious, alluring
Pronounced color overpowering every other shade
Passion, shows off her true self
Confident that she is the artist's most loved color
And then there is the color of Love
Capricious
Flitting
Transient
Erratic
Inconstant
Gracing the canvass now and then
Lightly splaying itself across the painting
Bright splashes of rich Gold
I try to focus my eyes on this hue
Wanting it to be evident
In every single image
In every single stroke
A tinge of gold
And yet I know
I know
The color of gold
Is “the hardest hue to hold”
I know this to be true
For my eyes brimming with tears have seen
The “dawn...[of love go]...down to day.”
On this canvass of my life
This truth is clearly displayed....
“Nothing gold can stay.”
Eileen Manassian Ghali
A variation on the poem by Robert Frost, Nothing Gold can Stay
Scribble Scribble Scribble
Writer at a table
Recreating love in poem
About a girl he meet
With tattoos on her chest
At a local bar in San Pedro
Scribble Scribble Scribble
Words dance on the table
Hands can’t resist ink touch
Private talk of bodies
Sensational kissing flurries
Pen searching for hidden dots
Scribble Scribble Scribble
Sheets all over table
With the woman he still adores
Emotions spring to life
In words his heart would write
Symphonies of love and woes
the carpet of snow
inch by inch disappears
earth covered with sleep
ever so gently awakens
the thaw sets in motion
streams gurgling and tingling
and birds rush home to nest
while colours of spring come to life
AP: Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on March 26, 2021 for contest ALL YOURS (MAR 28) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
fool me once shame on
me ~ fool me twice shame on you ~
but more I ignore ...
facts of life ~ well taught
lives well ~ so-so not so well ~
not at all ... jail cell
Spring to life ... summer
lounge ... fall remembered ~ then say
colder than least year
I dream to forget
you ... not at night but by day
~ you haunt my nightmares ...
*heard you of ... four two
three then none ... handstand yoga
taught by an angel
*baby crawl on fours, adult stands on two, elder's cane makes three, Heavenly carry leaves none ~ then mine is a parody pun.
Skies of unrepentant gray
Unrelenting day to day
Gloom ensconced in your brain
Hope waxes not; it only wanes
When at the door, who appears?
A stranger in whose eyes flash fear
Abruptly, senses so long dulled
Spring to life, your courage culled
Turns out you help him; he is pursued
By whom or what, not clear to you
Yet this much know, and mark it well --
It's mankind's plight wakes death's knell
O' Christmas Tree, dear Christmas Tree, you've given us so much pleasure!
Again you've graced our home this Yule Season with beauty we'll ever treasure.
How we look forward every Season to awaken you again from your drowse,
And release you from that confining box to spread your welcoming boughs.
You stand so regal with the angel at your top trimmed with garlands of gold.
With limbs embellished with dainty ornaments, you're a beauty to behold!
Tiny lights gleam from every branch to guide Rudolph and the sleigh,
To leave goodies for the kinder - ah, 'tis such a joy to watch them play!
Alas, we must fold your boughs and muse upon memories ever to remember,
But Lord willing, you'll stand tall again about the first of next December!
How we dread to place you in that confounded box but we know that you'll,
Spring to life in splendor next Noel to warm our hearts with another Yule!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Oh little pill that makes the death in me spring to life!! Oh how I love to taste your bitter love and wear the handcuffs you've gifted me with! Oh little pill that decides who I will be today!! Thank you so much little pill for all of your sweet numbness and Please,Please never walk away from me because without you my little pill---I would have to feel. Please little pill I don't want to feel....anything...ever again.
By a road traversed by many
Where few uphold her beauty
She stood a figure so *****
Which only drew me near
I wonder if she'll ever know
How marvelous she was in snow
She shields her blessed bloom
Which blossom till the warmth of June
A gentle shove upsetting her stance
Her sway besets a familiar dance
Sentiments have no place in my heart
But beneath this enthralling arch
The falling fragrance of floral grace
Shall trickle my soul to its sweet embrace.
Inspired by Muses: Lori & Sharron
The trees so whisper
A whoosh simple tease
Their voice in the breeze
When the sun ray’s shine
Upon new born leaves.
No bluebell blues
Natures carpet
A symphony
Of colour tall.
Harmonized
Yellow heads
Spring to life.
Blackbird
In song.
Sings.
© Harry J Horsman 2021
IN TRIAL TIMES
Paddle! Paddle!! Paddle!!!
Paddle your pirogue down the valley
Even when your moment seems heavy
Spring to life in tasteless tingling time
Only the gritty nibbles with the rhythm of time.
© Martins Tomisin 2016
Uncovering the earth, as the snow finally fades
Sunny days; bringing, aesthetically soothing jades
Towns spring to life, with congruent daily parades
Simply enjoying life, in its moments and decades;
Words following free; in poetically wild chardes
A deck of playing cards filled with hearts; and no spades
When the evening sets its sight the joy, it still never degrades
Fulfilling; is discovering; when happiness, promenades
There's room for improvement in my heart
continually I'm aware of love's presence in my life
I better be fair at least with others if not myself
If I lost this precious piece of ground
tell me would i be capable of winning her heart at last
Or suffer the shame of loss and defeat that seeks its hold on all our lives
but the past has no hold on what the future brings
if you believe in something enough it comes alive
because it grows from the seed of hope that generous souls love sow
without question I love to see it spring to life
and prosper the one that watered it everyday
And I see the plant wither when left alone
it grew bitter with deceit till it died from despair
My own garden poisoned by lies false friends enjoy to toss around
None loyal to the cause no mention of Honor leave it out
frequently I battled with the thought
till i learned acceptance and told my heart to be strong
my soul responded in a rare kind of way it's difficulties that cause us to grow
will i find the fortune in misfortune finally at last
Or be trodden by the force failure often brings