Best Squalling Poems
Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine
Greeting new sun, spanning over vast sea
Wailing upon hills, watching freedom shine
Sprinkling over prairies echoes of glee
Greeting new sun, spanning over vast sea
Sailing air on pointed bills and webbed feet
Sprinkling over prairies echoes of glee
Grabbing fish, hunting crabs, feasting on treat
Sailing air on pointed bills and webbed feet
Circling green oceans, conquering blue sky
Grabbing fish, hunting crabs, feasting on treat
Reigning winds, above the cliffs, thrusting high
Circling green oceans, conquering blue sky
Traversing sunlit designs, boasting zest
Reigning winds, above the cliffs, thrusting high
Flaunting flexing wings of enchanting quest
Traversing sunlit designs, boasting zest
Glancing marigold scenes on amber arc
Flaunting flexing wings of enchanting quest
Eyeing gilded tides where golden rays spark
Glancing marigold scenes on amber arc
Wailing upon hills, watching freedom shine
Eyeing gilded tides where golden rays spark
Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine
December 10, 2019
Placed first: Seagulls poetry contest; Sponsor: Eve Roper
Ten syllables per line (howmanysyllables.com)
Placed 2nd: Strand special 9 by Brian Strand
Placed 2nd: Your best December poem poetry contest by John Hamilton
Categories:
squalling, bird, imagery, nature,
Form:
Pantoum
All alone you sit there in grip of graveyard, hosting demonic thoughts,
Listening to cries of tombstones, squalling from lovers’ somber epitaphs,
Recounting how you chased prospects, innocent souls you courted,
Celebrating your maleficence building bonfires on the burial grounds,
Where you buried them one by one, watching the dance of demons,
As your stony heart laughed aloud, mocking the dead in total disregard.
You lured them with synthetic smiles, faux glamor of loveless stance,
Never meaning a word uttered, attired in stares of spurious glance,
As you prayed on them, then discarded; in landfills of broken-hearts.
Relationships initiated in springs of life, often parched in summer heat,
As passionless encounters burned in flame of hideous promiscuity;
Got washed away by the feisty storms churning scurrilous intensity,
Propelling hurricanes lovelorn, flooding realms of lovesome prairies,
When aspirations of your lust subordinated inspirations of pure love.
Old and fragile, you ruminate now, in frigid winters of your miserable life,
Speechless, motionless, fearful of your pitiful world swiftly passing by,
Haunting your eyes, as paranormal spirits, the silhouettes of the dead,
Mock your decrepit existence, shouting insanities at your grimacing face.
Remorseful beneath moon and stars, you inscribe your own epitaph:
She was a gloom of stygian clouds, shrouding arc of love on sunlit dawns,
She was a dubious counterfeit act; she was a vile curse on romance,
A cooing dove of morn she was not; a phantom of love she sure was.
Categories:
squalling, death, lust, sorrow,
Form:
Verse
I, a salty scarecrow, roam the shoreline
The moon melts soft like butter on the reach
Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine
While dropping clams to split upon the beach
The moon melts soft like butter on the reach
Thus drizzling heaven's hem with Hollandaise
While dropping clams to split upon the beach
The giggling gulls high-dive the dawning haze
Thus drizzling heaven's hem with Hollandaise
The bisque horizon christens bright, the morn
The giggling gulls high-dive the dawning haze
Oh such as this, should all good days be born
The bisque horizon christens bright, the morn
Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine
Oh such as this, should all good days be born
I, a salty scarecrow ... roam the shoreline.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Seagulls" Poetry Contest, Eve Roper, Judge & Sponsor.
Required line: "Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine"
( Syllables = 10 per line, counted at HowManySyllables.com )
Categories:
squalling, appreciation, bird, morning, nature,
Form:
Pantoum
So whispers the dawn, as sun starts to glow
With colors of splendor painting the sky
Sunbeams caress waves with glimmer in tow
As upon the shore so gently waves sigh
With colors of splendor painting the sky
In warmth of the sun and sea's misty brine
As upon the shore so gently waves sigh
Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine
In warmth of the sun and sea's misty brine
A kiss of the breeze and palm trees they sway
Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine
Waves speak serenity in rhythms they play
A kiss of the breeze and palm trees they sway
Sunbeams caress waves with glimmer in tow
Waves speak serenity in rhythms they play
So whispers the dawn, as sun starts to glow
11-22-19
Seagulls Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Categories:
squalling, bird, sea, sun,
Form:
Pantoum
In the rocking, rolling surf I picked up a random seashell,
And just listened to the sea storms lullaby, the curling of
Spray urged a hushed soft whispering echo, what an ear
Fulfilling symphony impressed my vivid imagination of
Fertility!
Sweeping this beach combing land locked refugee, to
A distant place beneath fathoms briny deep, an aquatic
Paradise shined in brilliance before my pondering eyes,
I’m beguiled by the opulence emerging, to the life
Surging all around me, this spiritual dreamer on a
Vision quest under the big blue’s sky scape!
Just then I pause to hear all the sounds around me,
The whales trumpeting, the waves crashing against
The rugged, craggy shoreline, and the rushing undertow
Smashing on the coral reef below!
Blending in perfections melodic curve in successive
Musical notes, are the distant sounds beyond human
Comprehension of the unknown, unexplored discovery
Zone, yet what beautiful music this unwater world
Makes, for all the senses to in drink and partake!
Squalling seagulls screech above, as a swelling tornado
Cloud of silver Minnie fish form in twilights shifting
After glow of the mid-afternoons light!
Textures aquatic sound waves lull me in tune
With natures under seas ambiance, giving this
Mystical realm in exotic feeling of transitioning,
I’ve been transported beneath, and dwell as a
Part of this magical sea scape captured in it’s
Vast beauty of light and sound, lost an
Inspirations muse!
Suddenly the tones change as the storm winds
Blow in, the sea orchestra refines unto rages
Thunderous climax shattering the peaceful silence!
It is the sea storms lullaby, rocking the rolling surf,
To destructions ultimate rheum, awakening this
Day dreamer from slumbers awakening shifting
Drift!
Lord Titans waving his mystical trident, lied’s this
Classical chorus of mariner’s tragedy, set to destiny’s
Thunderous overture of aquatic rapture gone airy,
And here I’m standing alone reveling in the musical
Hail storm spell bound, in awes after effect!
Listen to the sounding sea, can’t you hear its sweet
Melody’s lost within the hushed silence of the seashells
Mystical song, in essence spray it awaits thee, come
Along mystic dreamer and know the true essence of the sea!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
squalling, adventure, beauty, imagery, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
*I've been called a 'shrew,' told I am self centered, petty, and a few other rather insulting and invective names, so here is my rebuke.
Who plays the straight man for the one known as 'Schmoe?'
It's the Jester who juggles where ever Schmoe tells him to go.
Then there's Mr. DoGoody who seeks the spotlight of fame,
reproaching PS poets by pointing his finger at them in shame.
Three fatuous figures who lie in wait for Poetry Soup blogs
Croaking like three pompous bullfrogs in criticizing dialogues
Verbal abusers, slanderer of a nation, and he who prances
hoping to give Schmoe, his bro, the stage... the lackey dances.
It's a tragic case of fools rushing in where wiser men never go
A disease suffered by the egos of DoGoody, Jester, and Schmoe
A threesome pretending they're Red Barons in control of awacs
but they're just three old wacky muggins, Poetry Soup Quacks.
Ask a question and see what nonsense they will spew at you
Swearing their intent is righteous, and their cause is true blue,
but the more they protest, the deeper the holes they are digging.
A misguided clique always zagging when they should be zigging.
So if you bother to read what they write, just consider this...
the underlying meaning to their dribble shows what's amiss.
It's a game they play...one where they often make mistakes
Nuts have to be added to the batter while making a fruitcake
Now if you're thinking I'm just as guilty for some name calling,
I'm ready to be under attack with their whining and squalling.
I've already been accused by DoGoody of talking behind his back...
So here I am, you're all unblocked if you want to talk more smack.
Categories:
squalling, parody,
Form:
Rhyme
My uncle Dran was an odd sorta man
who never much cared for livestock.
But wouldn't you know he kept a pig he loved so,
and named the fat thing, Ham hock.
Of little he cared but for the pig's dinner fare
and a desire to keep him from block.
No butcher you'd see would stand a chance or a plea,
to separate Dran and Ham hock.
One day on a walk came a squeal and a squawk
as they passed a farmland flock.
As a sow named Bacon took to squalling and chasing,
to the delight of old Ham Hock.
Bacon was bought after a hard bargain fought,
she was Dran's hog for the takin.
And never could one part, the sow and the old fart,
know as Ham Hock and Bacon.
To this day down the lane, if you travel again.
there's a legend for books in the makin.
For the piglets o' plenty, of the pigs, Dran has many,
cause he won't eat Ham hock or Bacon.
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Pink Domino Contest
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick
7/29/2016
Placed 10th
Categories:
squalling, animal, farm, food, pets,
Form:
Couplet
Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine,
They are indeed a lovely sight to see.
No ship will sail with that turbulent brine
But the seagulls just glide around the quay.
They are indeed a lovely sight to see.
They plunge into the stormy sea for food
But the seagulls just glide around the quay.
They are a harbinger of weather crude,
They plunge into the stormy sea for food
Spying sardines, they eat or be forlorn,
They are a harbinger of weather crude,
Ominous clouds gather, and me they warn
Spying sardines, they eat or be forlorn,
No ship will sail with that turbulent brine
Ominous clouds gather and me they warn
Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine
Categories:
squalling, bird,
Form:
Pantoum
grievous becomes feels
every time hear shouting heart squalling
about his broken beauty of nature
mountain and valley whimpering
because of slovenliness
humankind hunt living needs
and forget his beauty of natural
i fear for
loss of morn’s chirping
beautiful song from my sweet birds
I seldom heard them all
maybe you confused
where should you step your feet
might you fret
saw your shade trees broken
shattered growled
sick of your heart
was so heartfelt
perhaps i worried
to lose your beautiful chirping
you need the trees
beautiful environtment
you need to shade
and i need your beautiful chirping
no more fella
you pickaback
with fret the woody stem
to the city
to the country
it is the ideal places
for my birds to sing
yearning always
where is your chirping
(c)Sukmawati komala
16 February 2013
Categories:
squalling, natural disasters, nature, tree,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
I see a Neon Lady,
green rain from the clouds.
Yet she is pure evil,
this engraved upon her crown.
Six hundred million people,
into dust on scorched ground.
I see a Neon Lady,
green rain from the clouds.
I see a Neon Man,
bad rain from the clouds.
He's draped in red linen,
his evil death shroud.
He stands with a sickle,
Raving madly out loud.
I see a Neon Man,
bad rain from the cloud's.
I see the Ukraine,
where Patriots are falling.
I see many nations,
are waiting or talking.
The Earth turmoils in flames,
While millions are squalling.
I feel winds of change,
And Hear Freedom Calling.
Categories:
squalling, analogy, children, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
White winged creatures in flight across the blue
Their wingspan peaceful slicing through thin air
They've no use for the likes of me and you
Of our troubles seagulls shrug just don’t care
Their wingspan peaceful slicing through thin air
Our hustle seems to them frightly cliché
Of our troubles seagulls shrug just don’t care
Won't bother to give us the time of day
Our hustle seems to them frightly cliché
Lessons learnt for a life without confine
Won’t bother to give us the time of day
Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine
Lessons learnt for a life without confine
They've no use for the likes of me and you
Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine
White winged creatures in flight across the blue
AP: 3rd place 2022
Submitted on November 24, 2019 for contest SEAGULLS by EVE ROPER - RANKED 2ND
Categories:
squalling, bird, blue, freedom, life,
Form:
Pantoum
as lover's stroll amidst the morning hush
silent eyes yawn, stumbling fingers entwine
whilst through frothy waves reflective skies blush
squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine
silent eyes yawn, stumbling fingers entwine
as playful dolphins tumble in the waves
squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine
through the mist, sandpiper perched on the staves
as playful dolphins tumble in the waves
momentary embrace of lover's lips
through the mist, sandpiper perched on the staves
as darkness excites in solar eclipse
momentary embrace of lover's lips
silently gazing at horizon's edge
as darkness excites in solar eclipse
trailing footsteps fade out from ocean's ledge
silently gazing at horizon's edge
whilst through frothy waves reflective skies blush
trailing footsteps fade out from ocean's ledge
as lover's stroll amidst the morning hush
November 30, 2019
Seagulls poetry contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
Categories:
squalling, bird, kiss, ocean,
Form:
Pantoum
Fair wind floating above a sparkly sea
as the pounding surf grinds sand over there,
I then feel hunger to a large degree,
sense some morsels near, beat my wings on air.
As the pounding surf grinds sand over there,
I fly, knowing fellow hunters will feast,
sense some morsels near, beat my wings on air,
then hover, tuck, and dive in from the east.
I fly, knowing fellow hunters will feast,
will swoop and swoon for every scrap of food,
then hover, tuck, and dive in from the east,
attacking dinner with some attitude,
will swoop and swoon for every scrap of food,
and leave naught behind but sand, sky and brine.
Attacking dinner with some attitude,
squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine
and leave naught behind but sand, sky and brine;
I then feel hunger to a large degree.
Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine,
fair wind floating above a sparkly sea.
November 26, 2019
Seagulls contest by Eve Roper
Categories:
squalling, beach, bird, conflict, ocean,
Form:
Pantoum
Singing in the Rain by fodyne
By the time
I teetered
on my first bike
I learned
to fa-la-la
sing through life
suffering smothered
by stories in song
I found friends on the B-side of
my sorrow
in lyrics I transformed
from pain to poetry
lost myself in music
secluded in elusion
numb to disappointment
grounded in melodies
my world kept spinning
but I balanced with my fa-la-las
on flimsy foundation
Enthusiasm mounted
in fantasy
With every fa-la-la
I survived one more day
even if my insides
weakened
warped
wounded
I could feel
sure
shielded
unshackled
or like someone else with a fa-la-la
If the arms that held me let me down
I would sing
and the storm stopped squalling
I existed between a fine line
of quietude and emptiness
On dark days I still
sing in the rain
A childhood of -
I would rather be in control
than face my day
I would rather be singing
than feeling anything
My fa-la-la
fairytale
enthusiasm and escape
written 6/18/20
Contest- Enthusiasm
Sponsor – Caren Krutsinger
Categories:
squalling, childhood, fear, hope, music,
Form:
Free verse
The one who gave me life,
(With the assistance from his wife).
He was there when I entered this world,
With squalling lungs and hair that curled.
Whenever I would fall flat on my face,
He would lift me back into place.
And say "come on, my beloved son,
You can walk; your journey has just begun."
He had to correct me from time to time.
To keep me from getting to far out of line.
He also showed me the way to go,
That is why I love him so'
We have covered together very many miles,
Shared heartaches, tears, and plenty of smiles.
Though I sometimes ignored those arms open wide,
Often I saw in his eyes- great pride.
Times I was downcast, he was always there,
He taught me what it meant to care.
Through my life I've tried to honor him,
In every place that I've been.
I've come to realize that his love,
Is a reflection of God up above.
And I proudly proclaim That I am Glad,
My Heavenly Father gave me my Dad'
Arthur Ball(H.S.L.P.)
Father's Day
June 17, 2001
Categories:
squalling, dedicationme, me,
Form:
Rhyme