Best Susurration Poems
Walking upon silent parched paths,
under speechless scarlet skies.
Your name sits upon the tip of my tongue,
listening to the susurration of my heart.
Each vibration echoes tones of lament,
conflicted by the principles of time.
Adrift in the midst of gladness and sadness,
in a plot without a twist, lost in blackness and slackness,
through turbulent trials, I yearn for you to return.
Distance remains an unknown intangible pain,
but visions of your timid cute brown eyes remain.
How your mouthwatering scent seduced senses.
How your luscious lips dissolved all walled defences.
Now I yearn for queen of my heart to re-appear,
to sleep in each others arms, into the new year.
Adrift in the midst of gladness and sadness,
in a plot without a twist, lost in blackness and slackness,
through turbulent trials, I yearn for you to return.
Without you the mind is misplaced in marshlands,
where intimacy is lost to complex riddles called life.
Under cold ebony skies, your memories flicker like candlelight,
you are the flame, which insulates my heart with devotional delight.
Silent One
26 December 2019
Wanted to experiment with a mix free verse and rhyme.
After contemplating calling it a free verse or rhyme, I settled for lyric.
Maybe an idea for a contest.
Categories:
susurration, love, romantic love,
Form:
Lyric
When life becomes confusing,
my only saviour is my
simple musing.
Susurration of sighs,
reflect sands of time,
like an unbalanced hourglass.
As words lose
innocent connotations
i drift into my
silent reverie.
Wild fires no longer rage,
rain perishes like a drought
who knows what winds may come and go.
Motionless mind agrees to a ceasefire,
with my apprehensive heart.
Cumulonimbus clouds clear,
sky is like a fresh page.
Simple sun shines - scintillating,
illuminating an enchanting rainbow.
Horizons reflect like stained glass windows
Path clears before me,
as I bask in the brisk breeze.
Refreshing wise winds soothe.
as zephyrs heal tender wounds.
I see smoky mountains up ahead,
but I believe I can conquer them
as pain is no longer my companion.
Simple Musing
Silent One
27 February 2019
Categories:
susurration, analogy, deep, life,
Form:
Free verse
The bogs’ their fruit – the woodlands’ leaf
embrace a ripened red motif,
as cranberries and maples blaze
Oh Lord, I praise October days.
Where starling murmurations dance
a breathless susurration trance,
ballet in blackbird-shape-shift haze
Oh Lord, I praise October days.
And neath the cumulus, the breeze
colludes with stalks in raspy tease,
unfazed we ramble maize-field maze
Oh Lord, I praise October days.
As apple-cider-sunset spills
behind the bluish granite hills,
I’m grateful for my eyes to gaze
Oh Lord, I praise October days.
When rain does bead on pumpkin’s skin
his smiling face still lit within,
I pray myself be filled Your rays
Oh Lord, I praise October days.
Categories:
susurration, appreciation, beauty, blessing, happiness,
Form:
Kyrielle
My distant spirit is dying,
disheartened, disintegrating and self deprecating.
Defenceless, as hope disappears,
emotionally shipwrecked in deep waters,
yet to be discovered.
In the sadness of sentimental sighs,
silence is the sinister sister of separation.
Abandoned in an abode of unfairness,
my heart shimmers creating a crepuscular crescent,
emanating into an emotional eclipse -
in splitting darkness I've become invisible.
I've lost hope in being found
among faded stars and moonless nights.
I'm as transparent as an icicle,
melting in frozen fields of forgotten forever's.
In the deception of dreams,
gradually, the roots of grass begin to decay.
In misty meadows of manifestation,
sanctuary of my subdued supernova soul,
slumbers among rotting massacred moths,
motionless in a crumbling charcoal cocoon.
A slaughtered spirit spawns a suicide of sunshine,
as ebony eyes create Cimmerian shadows of smoke.
I've been taken hostage in a vault of torment,
hoping celestial spheres return soon -
but all I can hear is angels screaming.
I search for those susurration sounds
of homecoming birds of spring,
bringing the clarity of velvet sheen skies,
floating free like dandelions blowing in the wind,
unlocking shackles of sorrow,
easing stubborn tones of reasoning -
but no serenades can be heard.
The season of death is upon us,
so I remain disjointed in discomfort,
displaying dismay at being disowned -
leaving me feeling dizzy in dismal disorientation.
Categories:
susurration, angst, death, depression, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
When life becomes confusing,
my only saviour is my
simple musing.
Twilight shimmers in orange,
red clouds float above,
preparing for blood rain.
Lost to ponder,
I contemplate and wonder
why the symphonic sky
showcases shadows of ghosts
as a
susurration of sighs,
reflect sands of time,
like an unbalanced hourglass.
As words lose
innocent connotations
I find no use for speech.
I drift into my
silent reverie -
but release through poetry.
Wild fires no longer rage,
rain perishes like a drought,
but the smell of ash remains
who knows what winds may come and go
and what they will bring and take.
Motionless mind agrees to a ceasefire,
with my apprehensive heart.
Cumulonimbus clouds clear,
sky is like a fresh sapphire page.
Simple sun shines - scintillating,
illuminating an enchanting rainbow.
Horizons reflect like stained glass windows.
Path clears before me,
as I bask in the brisk breeze.
Refreshing wise winds soothe,
as zephyrs heal tender wounds.
I see smoky mountains up ahead,
but I believe I can conquer them
as pain is no longer my companion.
Categories:
susurration, emotions, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
Roving a youthful shadowed ebony heaven
as the earth is still on blissful spring night flight.
I fly through and over the enclosing trees,
boughs', and the susurration fluttering leaves.
I emerge to nesting Nightingales
and their cacophony melodious
of unfilled cries , calling me
to come to appease their needs.
Alighting and dripping down
for a short quick kiss to each one.
I woke to a vision of streaked ,wisps
of timeless gray clouds before the morning.
It's not a silent night, stars glitter and wink
in the dark as they look down on me.
Minstrels outside my bedroom window;
the birds were there somewhere
between the treetops and the cloud bottoms.
There will be no sleeping beauty upon these white linens,
as a result of reverberating sounds of those crying cuties.
7/2/2017
Categories:
susurration, bird, music, sleep,
Form:
Free verse
SONNET FOR WINDS OF CHANGE
Cross cirrus sky swift brush strokes paint mares' tails
Tree tops are in restless susurration,
While cumbrous clouds traverse in vapour trails
Mead grass is fanned in wild undulation
Lake face whipped to agitated motion
Plumes roughed, wildfowl voyage with discretion
Gulls in-land tell of wild storms on ocean
All braced to face nature's bare aggression
When young I chose such rugged medium
Deplored the concept then of perfect peace
Such state suggested endless tedium
Hazard preferred to slow drawn out release
While I now sometimes seek respite from strife
I yet love winds that change, give breath to life
Categories:
susurration, life, nature,
Form:
Sonnet
Your sigh is like the whisper of the wind.
How sweet its susurration in my ear.
I lie beneath your slender body pinned
with tenderness! You utter words sincere.
A river I’ve become because I feel
a flow of pleasure overtaking me
as all my inhibitions you now steal.
And like the brook nearby that I can see,
I’m feeling warm waves coursing through me too.
I murmur as I ripple with delight!
As sultrily you do those things you do,
we breathe more quickly, and our hearts take flight.
Low moans . . . the gasp! Was it yours or mine?
It matter not when bliss is this divine.
April 30, 2021
For the Writing Prompt - Breathe - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
susurration, romantic,
Form:
Sonnet
Long ago, there came to the garden in which I’d been planted
a stranger who admired me in the spring of my life.
Tall was he; dark and gorgeous too.
He kept visiting my garden spot while singling me out
from the other lovely blossoms surrounding me
and who also called this large garden their home.
Sweet words he whispered through the garden fence.
His words became the susurration of the almost daily breezes
which he brought with him to caress my petaled face.
As he became less a stranger,
I longed more and more each day
to see him watching me outside the garden’s fence
which protected me from strangers,
or so I thought . . .
One day this handsome man flung open the gate to the garden.
Taking me by surprise, he strode right up to me
and stroked my blushing cheek.
Unaccustomed to unsolicited attention such as his,
I could do no more than stay posed there as always,
trembling all the way to the bottom of my stem.
Simply catching a glimpse of him
became all that I was living for that spring.
And although my soul was bursting with poetry,
I knew my role as a fenced-in rose.
Unable to voice my thoughts to him,
I could only bask in the warmth
of his amazing gaze, which eventually
I noticed being cast upon other flowers too.
Toward the end of that short spring season,
my spirit began to wilt, for I knew that this man
would be passing by no longer.
Here I stand as usual in my garden space,
for always I grow back, blooming again and again.
Many springs have come and gone
as well as some of my flower friends I used to know.
Others have withered away forever.
I too will wither away when only God can say,
and the handsome man my soul once yearned for
is but a melancholy memory of unrequited love,
which more importantly, I can look back on and realize
was not real love at all.
Categories:
susurration, love hurts,
Form:
Personification
It’s the circle of a trickle sliced from snow
at the mountain’s very top.
Widening and lengthening, it gushes and grows,
and at the steepest slopes it rushes - cascading
as a froth of diamonds
sparkling in sunlight.
Splitting where big boulders sit,
it splashes on its drifting way.
Shifting - ever shifting - it tumbles
over countless stones and gravel
or meanders with susurration until at last,
it is a river.
Broad or narrow; shallow or deep,
it can be tempestuous at times,
while other times
it’s as placid as
patches of mellow moonlight spilled from sky.
At last it flows to where, estuarine,
it melds with the destiny of other river shifters -
Oceanic.
June 23, 2021
for The Shape Of Water Poetry Contest
Now for 'A Brian Strand July 2' Poetry Contest
Categories:
susurration, water,
Form:
Free verse
“When I felt lonely and betrayed, God’s words, ‘Do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God’ fell into my ears as a soothing zephyr” By Poet
Night fades away slow and steady,
As the sun makes his triumphant entry.
Zephyr wind comes to caress me,
Mischievously tangling my hair.
I feel her breath upon my whole body,
On my cheeks, in my hair and on my face.
She comes like a magical genie,
Somewhere from a hidden covert.
She comes on unfurled feathery wings.
Her arrival gives such a calming feel.
Sometimes she blows with wild abandon.
With no physical form, she is an invisible spirit,
An unshackled flow of current.
If we try to harness her,
She will slip out of control.
She is subtle with power.
All I can feel is her soft touch,
And all I hear is her soft susurration
As she passes along vales and dales.
She dances among the leaves of trees
Sings to flowers, beasts and birds
Makes them pulsate with life
Gives them their resonant song
She curls the still waters into silvery folds
Croft and fields await her presence
She makes the hot day sweet and balmy
She is warmly welcomed in scorched lands
But she won’t stay long to cheer our frayed nerves
She seems to belong to the gypsy tribe,
Never pitching her tent in a place to belong.
From far I hear the fluting song of reeds,
Suggesting she has withdrawn from my presence.
She is like the spirit of liberty, wild and free.
None can fetter her with a rope or string.
Oh Zephyr, so breezy, lovely and cool
Of all the winds, I love you the most.
Categories:
susurration, appreciation, blessing, journey,
Form:
Free verse
The quiescent oaks shiver in the cold
Their fugacious leaves blown away in the breeze
February will you bring me closer to spring bold
If anyway possible would you please
Now the susurration of winter's wind
So different from sighing of the pines
How I long for angular sun's warmth, my friend
For time in the sun, how I have pined
There's pale gray wool flung across the sky
A cold white shawl draped upon the lawn
Before the sun rises to warm by and by
When sun illuminates the crack of dawn
Chilled daffodils tender shoots peek through the earth
Seeking the sun's early light and warm touch
Once more to refresh the bulbs' life with mirth
Invite early insects to tickle its trumpet and such
Categories:
susurration, seasons,
Form:
Rhyme
Slow by Flower
I am here
You say
Teasing every breath
Into original
Continual
Perpetual
you whisper out this
Love
I am here
Here behind the day
Inside the night
Laying translucent in these configurations of
Light
You are here
In a billion forms
Of the message of
Love
Incapable of judgment
Unconditional
Slow by flower
We grow
Slow by flower
We understand
And in our faces
You hold perception
Embraced
For all your questions
Our choices remain
We walk through the halls of the traveler
And dance through the unexplained
My voice echoes daily
A susurration spoken to a thunderclap
A single drop of rain
Calling
I am talking
To you
What is it that you do not know ?
What is it that you do not perceive ?
Inside these constructs you have created
Everything is me
Slow by flower
Time in time breathes
Speaking a dawn
Where the seeds of your heart
Are seen
It will only take a moment
I am a moment of clarity
I am here
I am now
You say
I am sipping this wine
And writing these lines
To read them in return
If only
You
If only
If only
If only…………….
Categories:
susurration, love
Form:
Free verse
Awaken, my soul, to the rhythm of love,
Let the breeze kiss you with the song it plays,
Hearken to its sighs of susurration,
Let the flower of kindness bloom afresh,
Shaken when you are, hold fast to firm faith,
Let the music of hope enliven you,
Darken not your thoughts with negative gloom,
Let passion for goodness rule inside you,
Broken trust, revive with forgiving mind,
Let the whispers of the wind arouse you,
Stricken with affection, be Nature's friend,
Let the sun shine on you with rays of grace,
Unspoken words cannot hurt you or heal,
Let the feeling of peace wash over you,
Quicken, my soul, to the sound of zephyr,
Let it caress and cleanse you from within.
Categories:
susurration, encouraging, motivation, self,
Form:
Free verse
sweet susurration
assuaging summer's swelter . . .
the whispering wind
Written May 8, 2022
Now submitted for 'A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE' Poetry Contest
Categories:
susurration, wind,
Form:
Haiku