Best Swaying Poems
Stepping into the dance
Gently taking your hand in mine
Entering the realm of infinite possibilities
Where passion and desire breathe as one
An eternal hug
Enveloping our laughter and tears
Swaying slowly
Your breath tickling my ear
We are guided by our mirrored hearts
Open to the ancient whispers within
Arms open wide in vulnerable flight
Encountering lavender vibrations
Nuances ~ miraculous moments
Distant drumming arrives
From within dense fragrant pines
Carried on silver musical notes
Pale turquoise sky
Brushes against our cheeks
We fill our lungs with moist cool air
Breathing in gratitude
Glorious heights surround us
Crag and gleam of crystal
Midnight ebony obsidian shafts
Gulls cry above
The smell of salty waves beckoning us below
I ride the foam in your welcome embrace
Glistening waves our chauffeur
Diving deeper
Into ocean’s chambers of kaleidoscope blue
Sunrays guide us
Coral’s fingers delight
Wearing mandarin, cranberry and apple green
We laugh as bubbles escape our smiles
Playfully gliding upwards
Our friends arrive
Regal parrot fish
Mosaic rainbow scales shimmering
Calling out to us
A sacred union gathering
Inclusive of all
Silent language is shared
Spellbound destinies of
Beauty and grace
Envelop us
I am a coconut tree swaying in the breeze,
here in the warm sand I will never freeze.
My big coconuts you cannot squeeze,
but you can add my juice to your teas.
I am loved by the big yellow bees,
bees also love to use water skis.
On this island of coconut trees,
I watch the visitors eating fruits with cheese.
The young men love to climb me to look at the seas,
saying no rain please.
prairie grass swaying
gently to the wind's music
in step with its beat
the right men in charge
the right banner the right flag~
the right dead babies
***
I am having a heavenly day among swaying flowers,
away from my usual city existence;
tumbling, I lay supine beneath a huge tree,
under the safety of cool emerald leaves.
A raging stream not far flows on it's forest journey,
oh, there is such a sweetness in the simplicity of nature;
as I listen to birds twittering and bees buzzing,
watching the sun shine on a distant hill.
Lovely horses come galloping across the country field,
but, soon my eyes close and I have a dream of leaping;
the sun touches me with a caress of warmth,
and delicate hues of wild flowers sway a dance.
The sun is high in the bright azure sky and still I lay,
then, a gossamer wing kisses my ruby lips startling me;
and a beautiful blue butterfly hovers above me fluttering,
and I am full of harmony, peace and calm . . . .
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October 20, 2019
Poetry/Pastoral/Among Swaying Flowers
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1189-952-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to FTI Blog Series 3 - Pastoral
Brian Strand
Podium Place 1
beech trees
swaying in the wind
tricky squirrels
1.
A path leads,
to where wild grass grows,
sashaying in the summer breeze.
2.
Along the path,
lightness settles within,
feeling the grass,
swooning,
tickling ankles,
swaying to the lilting bird-song,
in a dance of intimate abandon,
brushing the remnants of pain away.
3.
Melodies float across fields of green,
delicately caressing my heart,
teasing emptiness to flee,
comforting the mind,
to silently be.
4.
Walking on,
savouring the peace,
a momentary respite,
from the burdens of the now,
all is quiet,
a stillness cradling fractured emotions,
the grass in the fields sway,
dusk descends,
shadows lengthen,
nudging dimming light to take leave,
of the day
Must have been the rum punch I had drunk
I slept like an angel, out of that sleep I dreamt,
I am standing alone on the sandy beach, a figure emerges
out of the mist, I didn’t stare or acknowledge him
Suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around me from behind
Swaying my body close to his, I was so scared, I cried out
"Shhh" the sweet gentle voice said, I closed my eyes,
he turned me to face him, then we waltzed to soft music of Mantovani
waltzed and waltzed across the promenade, felt so free.
Didn’t want this magic time to end.
Bodies together as though bound with tape
We danced ‘til the sweat poured down our faces
The argentine tango was a blast,
his smooth hands followed my body line
I didn’t feel ashamed, wanted more.
Head resting on his shoulder, we waltzed again
Cooling down our fevered bodies
Heaven was here, riding my own special cloud
With Fred Astaire as my partner, was so happy
Until with eyes closed he called me “Ginger”.
penned 29/01/2017
The sequestered plots of green
the rice shoots sway in the wind
overcast sky remains strangely still
ominous signs of a heavy downpour
that may flood the crop field
washing away the green shoots
watery grave stretching to the horizon.
The rain falling off and on
bringing relief to the dry season
filling the rivers, ponds and lakes
the woolen winter, spring and summer
coming back again to soothe
the fray tempers and parched lands.
A flooded street keeps you indoors
chocking sewerage pipes and gutters
drinking water sources are full of germs
floating carcasses everywhere
rooftops waiting to go under
multi-storied buddings holding out
a little more till they fall sideways
or front faced one on top of another.
Rains can raise the food stocks
the unceasing downpours trail
flooding the countryside and littoral cities
synchronizing with hotter summers
rising sea levels and melting iceberg
Noting new in this but there is no action.
A chocolaty moon was rising.
I have lost my riverbed.
Accuser has become accused.
The hangman has shifted
the ground while glistening
in moonlight. Oxymoronic ?
Eponym exited the lips of a drone fly.
A flotilla of tears
dies in an eye of a storm.
An audacity of a drifter
to stop the promiscuous honors
of strangers in death.
Only night-bloomers will watch
the sunrise in eternal lonliness.
The roots will always stay in dark.
Satish Verma
I found you there
As if in a dream
Swaying to a lunar song
Under the moonbeams
You look towards me
and beckon me closer with your smile
It feels like i'm walking on air
In my chest,my heart beats wild
We stand hand in hand
Moving closer into an embrace
If only you knew
How much you make my heart race
Oh mysterious siren of my fantasy
Why do you beguile me so
Why do you etched yourself deep
Deep into my soul
Oh beautiful goddess in human flesh
Oh my wondrous angel from above
You feel me with need
Only sated by your love
Here you are smiling in my arms
Surrounding me in your rapture
I'll cherish this moment forever
By you my hearts has been captured
We make our vows here under the moon
As light continues to grow,the flowers bloom
Sweet angel on mine
For coming into my heart and my life
Thank you so my love,and thanks to you my God
I found paradise under the swaying moonlight
a dark purple sky
branches swaying in the breeze
the storms are brewing
Russell Sivey
Swaying Sensibilities
In the sultry summer nights, wistful waves weave a seductive spell, wet and wild, while whispering winds waltz with wistful wonders, writing tales of tantalizing temptations, tip-toeing towards a torrent of tormented desires.
Scintillating sensations serenade the soul’s sensuous sanctuary, stirring subtle symphonies of sultry seduction, swaying sexy sensibilities.
Climactic contractions culminate and course through our corporal connection,
Pent-up passions pour into your pulsating pelvis,
Powerful primal prowess, pervasive pain, provokes penetrating pleasures,
Our hearts pounding, peak pulse pressures, panting and perspiring; covered in coveted carnal contentment.
-Edward
tight path reach an end
half the bay gets lost in haze
will sun ever shine?
dandelion wrecked
drifts at the kitchen window
pleasant southern wind
withered apple core
sits in a vacant park place
shifting brown to black
Written: May 15, 2023
Have you ever felt from a song
A song that reminded you how you can live
The rush of the wind, the desire to climb
A quickly-building monument to the beauty of creation
How quickly a mood changes with a play
The sorrow of loss, a lament to the sky
for what was not lost to you
what you may never be lucky enough to lose
A mournful numbness, a malady of words, a sea to be swallowed by
An arrogant strut behind what they have done and claim to do
A hyperactive child in a candy store
An invitation to someone else's moment, a happy party
A strut in saying something how it is, sauntering up to your boss's reddened face
A spontaneous guffaw from a line so out of place
A dance in a language you cannot understand
Siphoned emotions from founts
Some people urging you to drink from
Some urging you to bathe and not drink, to not feel
Some that were left and coyly watched
Some that were abandoned
Some that were trapped in amber
How could where we live, where we choose to drink, not say a lot about us?
Such a pure crystallization of what is so slippery to say