Best Steeping Poems
The sky prepares the sun for night
where drifting clouds are slowly steeping
in tepid pools of waning light
where soon the moon will find her sleeping
above a field of wild blooms
where evening shade is gently seeping
into the brush where sunset looms
beyond the reach of shadows creeping
along the ground where light rescinds
past silver groves of willows weeping
teardrop-leaves that ride the wind
to dusty skies where stars need sweeping.
Through the trees, the breeze is roaming
like a breath into the gloaming.
Written: 7/29/2013
For Andrea's "One in Three" contest
Categories:
steeping, peace,
Form:
Sonnet
I’ve covered the mirrors in our house
With colored sheets, while choking on grief
Black, blue, and green, to my bewildered spouse
Who has wondered what has become of me
And why suddenly I’ve begun mourning
He thinks that I’m a reflection of him
So he doesn’t notice the wounds within
The marring of my spirit’s complexion
Permanent, from his reoccurring sins
That have shaped me into his perfection
My face is clear so you would never guess
That person staring back isn’t me
Mirrors can’t show underlying distress
Only the lie he wants others to see
Not the despair slowly growing, steeping
Don’t look bewildered at my draping sheets
If you look, the nude is there, underneath
Reflecting the lie that it has become
Prolonged exposure to fisting complete
Now mourning the death of someone it loved
5/8-5/9/12
For "Your Birthday Suit" Contest
Categories:
steeping, angst, death, husband, sad,
Form:
Dizain
Fear Of The Unknown
That sudden unknown, so unrevealing,
it's the tell-tale trademark of the one in question
as it sets off nerves in every-which-way,
plainly creeping aimlessly neath our epidermis.
Shock-waves traipse, recruiting ghostly minions to crawl hither,
steeping the fleshy folds with squirming eels marinade,
forever slithering downward and chilling our brittle bones,
while simultaneously causing us to gnash our pearly whites.
Until we came upon the realization,
that what had truly manifested itself,
was a self-induced fear that was so absorbing,
it had overwhelmed the mind in consuming anxiety,
losing control of our mental faculties,
proffering it free-will to buildup theoretical obsessions,
and alternate concessions.
2019 November 25
*1st Place*
Goosebumps
~~Delilah Ventura
Categories:
steeping, fear, feelings,
Form:
Narrative
Stifling heat
broods on the land,
smothers any impulse
to stir.
Sluggish afternoon hours
drip,
stick
to the skin,
steeping us
in lethargy.
7/12/2017
Categories:
steeping, summer,
Form:
Free verse
I hear a melody floating in the wind
Lyrical whispers played in F sharp
as though a violin had been chinned
or an angel is caressing the strings of a harp
It dried the tears of willows, weeping
Tickled the ears of a slumbering dream
drifted past my window as tea was steeping
with a love sweeter than skimmed cream
Categories:
steeping, love, music,
Form:
Rhyme
t's dawn again ushering light to mother earth,
Like pregnancy to the young one, its a new birth,
But the sky, so clear
that I gaze into it with deep fear,
so I ask will it rain again,
to drown away my pouring tears and piercing pain.
Long, dark and rolling was her beautiful hair,
Her twinkling eyes, an amazing pair,
Soft Lips, Like rippen summer strawberries,
Her memories steeping into me like winter-cherries
Those days and nights of endless pleasure
But Dreaming of you is no leisure
It's the Holy book that lessons to forgive and forget
But losing you, I will forever regret,
Reaching out to you, only for parcels of air to fill my hand,
Only then, I reckon you have left your mother-land
To kiss you I still try, only for the lips to brush the wind,
Hard to realise, only your thoughts will never leave my mind.
It's dawn again ushering light to mother earth,
Like pregnancy to the young one, its a new birth,
But the sky, so clear
that I gaze into it with deep fear,
so I ask will it rain again,
to drown away my pouring tears and piercing pain.
Categories:
steeping, loss, lost love, rain,
Form:
When memories melt like sunset skies,
mirroring my thoughts,
slipping into the salt-dipped
skin of the deep, warm ocean,
I drink from the stardust chalice
of your unspoken sonnets,
r a i n i n g from cologne-stained clouds,
steeping me in aromatic cravings ~
as my heart weaves
love from Juliet’s jewels
within the aching sighs
of mauve moonlight.
And here I dream within
your spider-silk cradle ~
cresting in this chrysalis heart,
drawing butterflies above mulberry trees,
an illusion etched between lifelines.
For in my h o m e s i c k quiescence,
I wear you ~
my magnetic miracle,
twin flame that never dims,
the constellation sparkling above…
So take me where love knows no more~
you and I will forever breathe poetry,
tercets written beneath
the cobalt blue horizon
where eagle feathers soar ~
caressing the inner demons
that grieve in sunflower silence.
As it is through the kohl iris
of your russet romance
I’ve learned the language of loyalty ~
untangling knots of woes
that braided my sunrise mane
into a murky maze of madness,
sprouting mismatched metaphors…
Tonight I shall dwell in the amethyst afterglow
of your dahlia devotion,
illuminated by the aesthetic
k i s s
of kismet roses…
Categories:
steeping, emotions, romance, romantic,
Form:
Free verse
Suspense creeps in with tea and crumpets, dear,
And murder, mayhem, chaos, stirred right in
—Poet Stirring Up Suspense
IT IS TIME FOR TEA
It is time for tea, a giddyup I need.
Water is boiling in the glass pot.
Sublime scent and flavor guaranteed
and great to sip with a story plot.
The warmth of Earl and Lady Grey,
with bergamot or peel of orange-lemon.
So arousing - a nose and tongue touché
as well as the development of dilemma in
my cute mystery novel. The dust cover
shows a striped gray kitten and steaming
cup of peppermint tea. A Christmas lover,
I sup on crumpets and choice daydreaming.
Whether herbal hibiscus, cherry or chai
in this cockcrow explosion of birdsong,
I live for and long for the climatic high.
My brain fog’s lifted, character’s are strong.
It is an intoxicating concoction, time well spent
to awaken this poet’s muse, cozy in red pajamas.
It is time for tea, the steeping and bent
of a stupendous cup, steaming with sunrise dramas.
Categories:
steeping, christmas, drink,
Form:
Rhyme
Darkness Where Now Poe And Raven Reside,
(Part Three)
Poe slowly gave distance to this great fight
With sweetest glee, his heart pounding its beat
Glorious would be this blood flowing sight
Better both should die, give beasts more to eat
Dragon came forth, hero drew his sharp blade
His weapon forged in Elves's hot fire
Its razor-sharp steel, for monsters was made
Recalls his vow after this to retire.
Alas! A snake there at dragon's clawed feet
Its fangs long and its slit-eyes cherry red
Hissing, it raced forth to hero's blade meet
Lightning fast swing, off came its giant head
Dragon came, its tail gave a mighty crack
Look out hero , cried hellish tortured group
Hero just in time saw this quick attack
Moving back to avoid that deadly swoop!
Brave warrior now leaped from that bloody stage
Lands closer to lost souls in heavy chains
Dragon thwarted, bellows its fiery rage
Releasing streams of its fire-born rains.
Hero's shield covers him during that blast
His body armor tho' scant did the trick
Again he maneuvers forward so fast
In his plunged sword through scales very thick.
So nimble was this deep and deadly thrust
Dragon felt it after it was too late
Hero knowing time was right, death a must
His true prayer, told him his win was Fate
Then his razor-sharp sword found tender throat
His vengeance increasing with each new breath
Thrice with deeper hacks fallen neck he smote
Separating head, sealing dragon's death!
Then Master Poe gave out a mighty shout
Steeping back on stage, on guts and gore
Proclaiming this warrior true, brave and stout
Telling lost souls, those claps, lets give him more
With their chains rattling they did just as told
Chanting hero, free us from this hell now
You are ever faithful, valiant, strong and bold
We beg of thee this, caring not the how!
Robert J. Lindley, 5-02-2019
Dark Rhymes, ( As Raven And Poe Both Survive Below )
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Categories:
steeping, conflict, dark, death, evil,
Form:
Rhyme
coffee and a cup of poetry
pleasure on a reading spree
looking up…it’s mid morning
chores pressing in, warning
cup was hot, warm, lukewarm, cold,
empty…not so the bouquet i hold
of friends funny, poignant and ripe
so many accolades to hype
love y’all, blowing kisses, sending hugs
all these pretty words to be swept under rugs
but i have to get busy buzzing ‘round
this full impact season profound
still finding time for friends and prayer
not embracing thoughts of life unfair
y’all know, I can’t help peeping
at your profundity whilst the tea is steeping
i’ll be back for another cup of cheer…
12/2/2022
Categories:
steeping, drink, friendship,
Form:
Quatrain
Hear grandma’s tea-kettle whistle,
quaint-blessings…out-moded thistles.
Soak mighty generation soil,
leaves steeping…ancient toil.
Stir mind over matters Gen-Z,
while you and bestie, spill the tea.
*spill the tea - gossip
**bestie - best friend
Categories:
steeping, drink, friend,
Form:
Sijo
We no longer move in normal ways
and all this because of Covid 19
I no longer watch the news these days
Each day I pray for a simple cure
but as the numbers climb I realize
prayer is the only way to procure
Time lapses and we are losing ground
wish I could see a miracle or two
perhaps it would help me feel sound
Guardian angels are prepping their wings
preparing for their journey on earth
if I cup my ear, I can hear them sing
Hope is the only thing worth a keeping
in this world of uncertain terms
we got each other so lets keep steeping
Soak in the Faith as if it were a straw
we are al so very vulnerable
and none of us are above the law
Life is a gift so we shouldn't assume
never take any one for granted
hold on to each other while in loom
Thank the stars above that our still here
and even if you are afraid
be brave, and never give in to fear.
April 16, 2021
Sponsor: Brother Jacob
Contest Name: Just stating the obvious
Categories:
steeping, life,
Form:
Rhyme
"The sky prepares the sun for night
Where drifting clouds are slowly steeping
In tepid pools of waning light"
As the earth gets ready for sleeping
The moon comes out from its hiding place
Where drifting clouds are slowly steeping
The sun says goodbye with setting grace
And stars join the party of the sky
The moon comes out from its hiding place
The wind slowly dances feeling shy
Murmuring whispers to the night shade
And stars join the party of the sky
Wondering why this passion must fade
She delights herself with lamps glowing
Murmuring whispers to the night shade
All darkened time seems to be slowing
The sky prepares the sun for night
She delights herself with lamps glowing
In tepid pools of waning light
05.15.2021
For Joseph May's "Choose your form 2" contest
Categories:
steeping, night, sky,
Form:
Terzanelle
“The sky prepares the sun for night
Where drifting clouds are slowly steeping
In tepid pools of waning light.”
I lie with my true love by me
upon warm sand where there comes creeping
toward our beach – azure of the sea!
It isn’t long before the sky
starts spilling colors as if weeping
tears so lovely I could cry!
My sweetheart leans in for a kiss.
I feel as if my heart is leaping.
Such joy is love in twilight’s bliss.
We stay there watching sun sink low.
Gratitude for God’s gifts we’re reaping.
How I wish time would go slow.
Enveloped by dark, we embrace.
Sun behind the mountains is sleeping,
and now the moon will take sun’s place.
Moments such as these do not last.
That’s why in my mind I’ll be keeping
magic that faded all too fast.
June 1, 2021
Stanza one chosen for my first verse
For Joseph May's Choose Your Form 2 Poetry Contest
For Brian Strand's All Yours (june 7)Poetry Contest
Categories:
steeping, romantic, sunset,
Form:
Rhyme
A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.
One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.
My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?
Jacob Reinhardt
10/3/2013
Categories:
steeping, age, analogy, art, beauty,
Form:
Free verse