Best Stimulates Poems
listen,
the whispers
of leaves
turn colour
autumn is here.
now that you are gone
who will wake every morn
to lift the sun
unveil the sky
etch in the clouds
who will paint the rainbow?
i had a dream and in the dream i wove you a poem
i used the fiber of my character to create spools of silken thread
dipped in the juices of my passion i dyed them in the colors of my imagination
re-enforced each and every single strand with the strength of my love
touch,
the echoes
of the rain
- waters
- blossoms spring.
now that 'us' is just a word
no longer with you as one
i alone wind up metal toys
cut out paper dolls
the beach swept from under my feet
the child in me flees.
spun spools from the intricacy of my spirit
designed a pattern
to the rhythm
of the music
of my inner thoughts
enamoured in your vision
crystal beads gather on my brow
as i toil your finely bred gift
as i braid every part of me
with every memory
into every sliver of fabric
taste,
uncut
snow shapes
crisp cold
ices the wintertide.
instead now rusted
a fools gold chain of loneliness
hangs around my neck like a noose
mourns a union that once had breath
a twosome that now is dead.
see,
the sand sculptures
paint
rekindle
a childhood summer
past.
sew in the loving glow emits my flawless dreams
with my boiling blood initial my woven piece
my work at an end i awake
you lay there a wingless angel asleep
smiling as if you heard a bell ring
your boundless warmth embraces me
the moon no longer smiles
the stars no longer wink
smell,
seasonal airs
stimulates senses
memories they deliver.
without a touch
barely - i kiss you.
in this
my decade of one
hope is a wickless candle
the night just day without light
in the glee,
hopes and dreams,
in the human spirit,
lives the miracle of life.
magnificent
voices in every pitch
deep and resounding,
the melody of echoes and whispers – uncut.
Jan 4 2017
With Love
Armand
Categories:
stimulates, break up, celebration, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
To watch the morning sun's soft lambent glow
Rise with glorious warm splayed reddish light
To feel life's allure on landscape's plateau
With majestic embers to chase the night
This luminosity wakens the day
In its serenity from beauty found
The soul on wings begins to lift away
Drifting with this miracle so profound
This wondrous wonder of flaming new birth
Welcomes an awe-inspired colored hue
And stimulates the eyes fervor of Earth
As the sun breaks the horizon in view
To feel twilight vanish into the mist
As morning reveals heaven does exist
7/22/18
Categories:
stimulates, morning,
Form:
Sonnet
Blowing a kiss to you as
dissipation
gently overtakes
the rain, leaving
the inner works
of thunderstorms.
Inhaling and Exhaling
Intimacy from
Mother Earth.
Among the palm of ones
hand, the diminutive,
pulchritudinous,
and intellectual
Sunflower
waltzes dauntlessly
about the daystar.
A sight,
hence enthralling,
stimulates and
formulates a
meticulous remembrance,
as one blows a kiss to you.
Dedicated to Doreen Wright
Categories:
stimulates, dedication, kiss,
Form:
Free verse
listen,
the whispers
of leaves
turn color
announce
autumn is here.
touch,
the echoes
of the rain
that waters
and blossoms spring.
taste,
uncut
the snow shapes
the crisp cold
ices the wintertide.
see,
the sand sculptures
that paint
that rekindle
a childhood summer past.
smell,
the seasonal airs
stimulates the senses
and the memories they carry.
in the glee,
in the hopes and dreams,
in the human spirit,
lives the miracle of life.
the magnificent
voices in every pitch
deep and resounding,
the melody
of echoes and whispers – uncut.
Maurice Yvonne
Any Old Poem Will Do - Contest
For Skat A
Entered: August 29 2014
Categories:
stimulates, autumn, senses, spring, summer,
Form:
Free verse
Wishes are never horses, making beggars be less cheerful
Increased interest to the unreachable despite being careful
Subjects, condemns and stimulates one to be less grateful
The moment shortens the stretched hands and makes nothing wonderful
Feelings fiercely negative, make the coveted powerful
Unidirectional is the attempt which feels unlawful
Loving someone who will never love back, shows life is half full
Categories:
stimulates, anxiety, bereavement, depression, desire,
Form:
Acrostic
Fondling to a rhythmic caress. I'm
Obliged as I
Undress you.>> exposing your beautiful,
Radiant body.
Pheromone perfume stimulates my
Loins and brings forth this
Animalistic fury within me. I
Yearn for all of you.
Jared Pickett
02/25/2010
Asavvy1
Categories:
stimulates, mystery
Form:
Acrostic
Just like a flower
Sunshine stimulates her face
Sparkling with love
Categories:
stimulates, hope, imagination, life, love,
Form:
Senryu
Written from one's vivid imagination
Manipulation of intelligible communication
Enjoyed by lovers from every nation
Emotions from the heart that attempt to be understood
express many answers to circumstances as they should
Stimulates the sensitivity of those in the world
Intriguingly written offer knowledge
Art form of expression to inform
Some with vague meaning to enlighten one
To cause the mind to be in awe
unlimited ideas to say the least
Is food for thought better than a feast
Powerful revelations from within
Shared from the artist's heart
Some verses long many really smart
To appreciate work of clever content
A craft itself once read
For the moment will be time well spent
Categories:
stimulates, inspirational
Form:
Rhyme
This is too hard
I don’t want to do it
There is simply no way
For me to get through it
Though, often, we confuse
What is hard with what stimulates
We don’t lack the ability
Rather the time that it takes
If we do not practice
Reform what is tough
Then nothing we do
Will prepare us enough
So don’t do what is hard
Do not follow this rule
Never stimulate and prepare
Remain, forever, a fool.
Categories:
stimulates, character, encouraging, hope, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
Unswallowed lumps of lobster immodest
Crustacean returns to pincers persimmon
Waitress whisk indiscernible clears linen
Custom of one equates her eight hour day
Has It All Paul wipes away gourmet residual
Exhaustion frightened by frothy latte
Fingers in pies finance necromancer denies
Bulging funds fail to complete, coins conflict
Periphery rebuffs, enough is finite, endless leers
Goblet of gluttony grape broth overflow inflicts
Victim of vanished virtue, bon vivant declaration
Transmutes rules, outruns consequence
Guidance glued in buttery dough glides rhetorical
Yacht reined in quay quiver, another arrow for Cupid
Entertainment timed to change with shifting tides
Inglots tossed overboard drown in debauch
Drunk playboy Paul while vulnerable divulges
Disdain for greeds' steep scrag, perpetual pursuit
Outdo, prove prowess for those who never realise
Incongruent grapple for further forgets to cherish
Partners relent, resources force caucus to submit
Patronising Paul procures boardroom obedience
Inundating debt retards bombastic boon reward
Promise of association silences indulgent sin
28th June
Plenty Stimulates
Categories:
stimulates, bullying, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
Searching for Love must be the most exploited trail,
The theme of almost every song, play, fairy tale.
Love’s shining lodestar we relentlessly pursue,
Doubting repeatedly whether or not it’s true.
The question “what is love” we don’t cease to inquire-
Is there an afterlife to physical desire?
What stimulates the mind? And what warms up the heart?
What binds forever? And what pushes us apart?
Is there a deeper sense, we delve to understand,
Beyond Love’s magic spell, bestowed on humankind ?!
I doubt we would relentlessly pursue,
If Love, we hope and long for, weren’t true!
January 28, 2020.
Categories:
stimulates, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Music it is..
A melody
A tune..
Sounds..
A vibration..
A frequency..
Of the highest..
Love of music..
Comforts and soothes the soul..
Touches the soul profoundly..
Stimulates the senses..
The sound of lovely music..
A vibrational caress it is..
Vibrational caresses surrounds one's entire being..
A warm energetic glow of high definition frequencies..
Fills the entire environment..
Music is food and medicine for one's ears..
Delectable and crucial it is..
Music adds and enhances memories..
Joyful memories..
Feelings of nostalgia..
One's first kiss..
One's first romance..
One's first love..
Music it is..
Pure joy of living in the now..
A bitter and painful experience..
Music heals the pain..
Bitterness shall turn into sweetness..
Music represents the heart..
Music equals love..
I shall enter a musical gateway..
The gateway to bliss..
Categories:
stimulates, inspiration, uplifting,
Form:
Free verse
“Imagine,” he said, “the magic of pretending,
whether one is in bed or on a mountaintop.
—quote by poet
The rush of wind,
and hush of chimes, between breaths.
Full sun carries
no tune; it tarries, stimulates
my too pale face.
To sail, to sigh; shells on the beach.
I bury my feet
in crush of waves, deceptive suds.
Flood of feelings;
momentum of time displacement.
Floating, glistening.
My eyes confused, maligning sight.
One thing is true:
the rush of wind, the hush of chimes;
and there is more -
the sun does not play lyre; or flute.
Categories:
stimulates, dream, sun, wind,
Form:
Free verse
Sounds of inaudible shadows fleeing for cover
They're on my trail; one path has led to another
The faint noises of their traffic rouse those nearby
Summer's night seems to be serene, but it is a lie
in the middle of the bustle of the busy streets
Let's explore some half-full mumbling retreats
The city's sound is reminiscent of a symphony
In this social junkyard, that might restore dignity
Art implies unseal mind, yet doubt can block them
In this era of polyester, I'm scanning for a gem
However, it's not unusual for words to come freely
Hair spilled shadows, never soaked so deeply
Airy grace of a picture clashes with the evil below
Deep seas are noiseless, and this we know
Art relieves anxiousness and stimulates creativity
When people see you, they may view positivity.
Categories:
stimulates, analogy, appreciation, character, silence,
Form:
Couplet
It is the craving never satisfied, the malformation
Of gluttonous starvation, the disfigured beast of emaciation.
Hell's spiritually depraved wind walker, feasting on the
Lingering slowing pulse of the flat liners final vibrations.
Engorging itself on the fiendish terror, unleashed by this
The devil’s own kindred son!
Dare not look into his hollowed out eyes, turn away from
This misshapen abomination, with its tautly pulled
Flesh, stretching thinly over its boney skeletal frame, it so
Lurks in the night shadows, waiting for a moment of
Unconscious weakness!
For it senses your revulsion, yet it excites and stimulates
Its inner bloods thirst, and desire to feed, awaken from this
Realistic nightmare, quicken your pace, hasten your steps,
Run mortal fool, run!
But there is no safe place to hide, once you bare his
Mark as prey, the predator by midnight follows the
Unrighteous footprints, this blackened satanic beast!
Beware the wrath of the Wendigo, for it has no soul.
This demonic sadist, hiding within the arms of darkness.
Behold this Insatiable cannibalistic hunter,
Taboo’s flesh crawler, stalking on the edge of reality,
Thriving on the hatred, and malice of your civilized society.
This demonic boogie man, whom dances on the grave
Stones of the innocent backwards, wearing a mask
Of lies and deceit, spitting forth a foul odorous
Stench, repelling the living, attracting the undead!
Beneath the chilling air, a creature so slithers, undetectable
Turning into vaporous mist, sniffing at the shifting winds,
Seeking, testing its keen awareness against the night breeze.
Kneeling in the holy church, the sinner begs for redemptions
Shield, to protect him against this foul monster of evil,
But it is too late, for the devil owns this fallen soul,
And the wendigo, is here to collect on his dark fathers
Unconsecrated debit.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
stimulates, culture, halloween, holiday, horror,
Form:
Free verse