Best Stilly Poems
From the sublime blue
He, having done his work
Tired and sweating
Sank into the west sea
To have a lave
At the gong of six.
It began to darken
Without the presence of him.
And people and animals
Hurried to their homes.
With darkness filled
And mist hung
It was stilly
With no motion.
Then after a movement in the clouds
It began to lighten
As there came the keeper;
Keeper of night.
She was round then,
And she shone bright
Which made the owls
Hoot with delight.
And I, from my window-sill
Kept still in wonder.
Categories:
stilly, beauty, innocence, moon, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Thy love rings like bluebells caught in spring’s breeze
Singing out to my heart heaven’s chorus
Such beauteous song brings larks to their knees
Humming birds charm-ed stilly and voiceless
Thy radiant smile beclouds the sun’s rays
Jaundice daffodils wilt in thy presence
Thou favour emits an opium haze
Lovers’ Lorelei reborn in essence
To mine folly I court thee with ardour
Thy golden locks weave a web ‘round my soul
Beguiling eyes yield thee my surrender
Sempiternal truth insanity stole
Foreseen temptress thy counsel I not heed
Forewarned I ne’er beheld such love from thee
Categories:
stilly, lovelove, daffodils,
Form:
Sonnet
In the box with overpowered silence
Dripping with sweaty tension
Wanting glory…fearing three
Those eyes precise measured quarry
Javelin of Ash loaded at the ready
Stilly prepared…ironed gripping
White pale streak of the assailing foe
Red seamed threads spinning unseen
Coursing in…aimed true
A crack that exhales the collective breathe
Eruption within the faceless crowd
Cacophony…movement’s flurry
Charging towards the much sought prize
Just for the chance to be victorious
Guarded…standing strong
Diving headlong toward canvas safety
Outstretched beyond human limit
Colliding wreck…jarring hard
Percussive thump of stitched tooled leather
A thumb shot skyward yelling failure
The cheering…mixed jeering
Screaming sighs…and whistled respect
God I love baseball…
Categories:
stilly, devotion, happiness, introspection, sports,
Form:
Free verse
Gemini met Cancer on a summer day
She quite frankly took his breath away
He thought things were done in male or pink
She showed him another way to think
She gave him a wink and came right over
It amazed him this Cancer named Tom C. Clover
Her name was Cass and she was full of sass.
Her charisma knocked him off his a……
He had always paid his bills on time, this Norse.
She thought it funny and quite stilly of course.
She taught him all kinds of different ways to think.
She showed him that not all women stay in pink.
He was thrown off his feed and immediately smitten.
She moved in with him, and brought her Siamese kitten.
His family could not believe how impulsive this was for him.
He had never done things this fast, not on a whim.
Cassie turned his life thoroughly upside down.
He realized he could never live again without her around.
He planned the wedding because she was too busy to do it.
She skipped down the aisle and laughed all the way through it.
Their union has lasted nigh onto sixty years.
His relatives died off, which annihilated their fears.
They have sixteen grandchildren and a great grand or two.
They have had a fabulous life, not a day that was blue.
Categories:
stilly, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
There he is again/searching...
for me - the object of his disdain/
his bete noire
Looking at him through the facets of my vision...
- He is a hulking one of them
The ones who seek to cut off my already
truncated life
Swish! a swift and practiced mano
takes aim
Lo Mein from last night's relvelry
my launch to escape
....too evasive...
Yet, my aggravation is apparent -
if only to myself
Agitated setae sit stilly upon a
bottled back
Nonetheless, I take this latest attack
in stride....An insignificant setback in this
current battle between he and I/between I
and them
Since this is a constant struggle/one that has
probably been going on since the inception of time...
I profoundly ponder past assualts from
whilom ages
Is this the Genocide that my brothers from
another phylum speak of through the whisper mill?
For, I am also Black, but very
uncomely/I am Black, but the sun
has not made me so...
No!...
I have attained my shape, size, and melanin
through the evolutionary hand of creation
Still, do I deserve to procreate,
to be fruitful and multiply?
Each day my numbers diminish
and nobody questions why?
Yet, every attempt to exterminate my existence
is met with a well executed jete
Since hardly anyone is successful the first time
I then let the momentum carry me high
and away/until I once again become a
negroid speck on a drab canvas
....A canvas that only I can bring color to...
...F.O.T.W?...
Fly On The Wall
Categories:
stilly, color, dark, feelings, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
I once knew a boy named Billy
I thought he was originally from Chile
Mostly ‘cause he loved his hot sauce and chili
Toting everywhere his jar of piccalilli
It turns out Billy was really the local hillbilly
I should have known, that was really silly
‘Cause Billy craved to barbecue anything chilly
On his boombox would play loudly rockabilly
Going around back roads willy-nilly
And Billy liked nothing girly or frilly
Till that is his eyes fell on fancy Miss Millie
With her exotic palate straight from Piccadilly
At first Billy would get nothing but stares that were grilly
Till he offered Miss Millie a fine thoroughbred filly
She let out a cry that was remarkably shrilly
All she secretly desired was a bouquet of tiger lily
When Billy misunderstood and brought her back a water lily
Seeing through Billy’s shell Miss Millie paused standing stilly
‘Cause Miss Millie was way deep down a wannabe tilly
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on April 11, 2018 for contest HILLBILLIES, BYBILLIES AND BLOWBILLIES sponsored by CAREN KRUTSINGER
Categories:
stilly, change, crush, cute love,
Form:
Monorhyme
What feelings render in my heart I can’t explain
What emotions slaughter my soul I cannot say?
The desired thought of suicide? I do not blame
The sourness that contaminates the life I live in? Oh what a shame?
Vengeance and anger? Those feelings to surrender?
Don’t ask. They have already won the game!
Oh and Hope? That false emotion that has gotten us all ashamed?
Oh forget it! We are all the same
Peace and Cooperation? Love and Destination?
What are all these silly games?
What has gone is lost again and is never in your claim
Oh forget it, Roll the dice! Let’s continue this stupid stilly game!
Your Dreams? Your Ambitions?
Not everyone gets the comfy side of the plane!
Categories:
stilly, life, loss, lost lovefeelings,
Form:
Free verse
HILLBILLIES BYBILLIES AND BLOWBILLIES--
Once upon a time in the land of Frilly
Lived a tatter torn family the McFrelly’s
On the outskirts of Arkansas the county of Mountain Lily,
Just below the Mason Dixie line acts involuntarily
They were peaceful hillbillies
Granny made corn and dandelion whiskey dilly
Jonathan had a tan cuz he slept on the sand pond lily
His sister Bertha Bybillie goat choking off the surrounding globe lily
Kitchen totes, those utensils often found a float really
They were peaceful hillbillies
Daddy Darson Dale dippin snuff and drinkin shine ale swamp lily
Blowbillie shown now it’s winter it snowed time to turn off the stilly
This be the Legend of the Hillbillies, Bybillies, and Blowbilllies
From Arkansas, Mountain Lily Arkansas (Ain't that a dilly!!)
They wuz peaceful hillbillies
4/28/18
Hillbillies, Bybillies, and Blowbilllies. - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
stilly, analogy, character, community, funny,
Form:
Free verse
I know a boy named Willy Wolly Way
Parties all night and sleeps all day.
He is a boozer. He is a shmoozer.
Like a tomcat,he must stray.
He is a layer.He is a player.
I know a boy named Willy Wolly Way.
I know a girl named Milly Molly May.
She wants a baby in the worst way.
She is a cutie.She is a beauty.
Has her sights set upon her prey.
She is insistent.She is persistent.
I know a girl named Milly Molly May.
Billy Bolly Cilly Colly Drilly Drolly Filly Folly Gilly Golly Hilly Holly Jilly Jolly
Willy Wolly Way and Milly Molly May
Went up a hill,but not for water.
Milly Molly May forgot her pill.
Nine months later,she had a daughter.
Oh,so glad was Milly Molly May.
Named the infant Dilly Dolly Day.
Oh,so mad was Willy Wolly Way.
So indifferent to Dilly Dolly Day.
Milly Molly May took him to court.
Tried to get some Child support
"I'm not the father",said Willy Wolly Way.
The judge said,"Give me your DNA".
The test confirmed Willy's worst fear.
The judge said "ten thousand bucks a year".
Willy Wolly Way,didn't want to pay.
He left the city the very next day.
Milly Molly May,moved to L.A.
Became a stripper to support Dolly Day.
Lilly Lolly Nilly Nolly Pilly Polly Quilly Quolly Rilly Rolly Silly Solly Tilly Tolly
I know a boy named Willy Wolly Way.
A fugitive in the U.S.A.
He's in a jam now.He's on the lam now.
God knows where he is today.
He couldn't bother being a father.
I know a boy named Willy Wolly Way.
I know a girl named Milly Molly May
She got married in Californiay
She is a dreamer.She is a schemer.
Has a kid with another on the way.
She is so happy.They have a pappy.
I know a girl named Milly Molly May.
Villy Volly Yilly Yolly Zilly Zolly Brilly Brolly Crilly Crolly Drilly Drolly Frilly Frolly
Flilly Flolly Grilly Grolly Glilly Glolly Prilly Prolly Smilly Smolly Shrilly Shrolly Stilly Stolly Shmilly Shmolly Trilly Trolly Zrilly Zrolly
Now,that's the story of Willy Wolly Way!
And,that's the story of Milly Molly May!
Categories:
stilly, anger, betrayal, change, daughter,
Form:
Rhyme
Pale stilly winter,
Unfazed, undaunted sea songs,
Uncelebrated-
Her freedom; nameless & green.
Olive ocean pearl,
Lost amongst th' coral throngs,
Undiscovered-
Her beauty; frozen & preen'd.
...
Her medley of winds,
Carry a fond salty tune.
...
Troubled soul,
Cast away yester cares,
Listen close,
To th' ocean air.
Heavy heart,
Let go morrow woes,
Gaze afar,
To th' ocean hues.
Wistful smile,
Sing along,
To th' ocean song.
...
Categories:
stilly, nature, ocean,
Form:
Light Verse
it starts underneath a small table
near the entrance to a motel lobby
and grows with great speed and sprite
quieting the house-guest at the counter
as it flows - muted down the hallway
glass doors opened with dampened yawn
and it streams across the parking lot
as sedans and pickups suppress
carbon-laden coughs to sit sedately as
breezily it blows stilly past the
man mowing his lawn, now silent
to a Parish church down a block
with its burked* spire bells
silently it presses over covered acres
of rural pasture and time-laden wood
a great enlargement of un-din
no bovine low, or snap of twig
creeking waters without gurgle
flowing past, and around, and over
people, individually and whole crowds
without even a whisper of apprisal
covering vast space at un-supersonic speed
oceans without roll or roil of waves
still, it moves on over island and isthmus
continents languishing on quiet molten
their ridges and troughs without groan
as the entirety of sphere becomes hush
no noise, no sound around, surrounded
without the slightest sound instilled
in ear, in mind, in thought - in me
in my own near-deafness, I wonder
is it to be peaceful, tranquil, or
silence too vast without coo or cry?
© Goode Guy 2013-03-17
* http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/burke #2
Categories:
stilly, change, imagination, introspection, senses,
Form:
Narrative
Тhe ending winter broke
the last crystal day
I thank you for thee are
to light my inner flame.
The linden spread its planets-
a scent of spring and laugher
I thank you,dear,for you felt
despite them all, my order.
The winds with airy palms
are waving stifling wheat.
I thank you for the hands
wherewhit you swung my locks.
Ashy autumns shiver,
telling me to let you go,
but you catch every tremor
sighted by my stilly lips
And words not leaves are falling
Yes, this leafy autumn
for us is like an altar,
I swear,I need you to bear.
Look, silence already raps
at our foggy window.
I thank you for you're here
and still have faith in me.
Categories:
stilly, love, thank you, autumn,
Form:
Ballad
Days offer so much scope,
To lands unforeseen trope;
My stretch reckons my lilt,
To be my diadem and kilt.
Only black hair contends,
White face stilly commends;
Mundane navy blue t-shirt,
Cannot specify any dirt.
My creature pencils my air,
My feelings, sights and stare;
Blue scribblings necessitate,
My voice so consummate.
Long beige, neutral curtains,
Still the room which remains,
No matter how I express,
My happiness or distress.
Rhoda Monihan
6th November 2015
Categories:
stilly, appreciation, art, beauty, child,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
Amongst the speechless... Choirs of drift-n-stilly...
'Tween a deep mouth... And hollow paradise...
Herewith breath and ~ Deep invisible sleep...
Cometh the dark brass... Oft a Raven's plea...
Betwixt a knee's bend... And deeply rooted slice....
Of earth's aye pastures ~ 'Neath the rose's blush...
Flirting with curtain's murmurs...Bound by sweep ~
A crescent breeze.~ Mid morning's cup of tea...
Hush mid restless dreams ~ Tamed to entice...
Soaring to heights of dizziness.... Too steep ~
To see scars oft left behind......Mid the rush.....
Tending to madness ~ Might amidst fury...
Sing I the song of the stars.... Boundless hush....
Loft an ease.... That only the stars shall see....
Categories:
stilly, life,
Form:
Sonnet
utterly bewildered
I stood by the nightfall
of stilly midsummer
withering away
with my
westward companion
the glimmering light
of former fears
and penitent pocketbook
faded in a distance
and the imperious presage
of perfunctory morrow
drifted with driftwood
into the vast greenish seas
then the evening was renewed
with foliage flavor
willows and poplars
entwined and enthralled
and according to accordion
divine divers live in flatlands
Categories:
stilly, dream, imagination, surreal,
Form:
Free verse