Best Take Form Poems
Wispy white snowflakes they softly drift down
Icing the earth with a wintery gown
Natural beauty where children can play
Toboggans are out on a snowy day
Everywhere glistens in bright sparkling white
Rosy faced children glow with sheer delight
Biting winds blow so we dress snug and warm
Enormous snowmen begin to take form
Awesome snow angels imprinted in snow
Unique snowflakes dance, they swirl fast and slow
Temperatures plunge; I can’t feel my toes
Yikes! I look like Rudolph; see my red nose!
10 syllables per line
Winter acrostic contest
Sponsored by Janice Canerdy
09 09 17
I am the center of raw and wild feelings.
Born from an ancient spirit of infant and child.
Falling back in a womb of darkness, myself I discover.
Hiding in an egg, I hear a whisper.
My shell is touched by a promise in the wind's soughing.
Infinite breath of wind caresses, I, who am little.
I am conscious of little.
A time before definition or feelings.
Warm, wild wind soughs.
Motion stirs the blueprint of a child.
God in every breath, every whisper.
Take form and discover.
A bud must open in order to discover.
Hesitation and fear cry out from a bud so little.
Inside a chameleon wears it's feelings.
Fright filters through the pores of a child.
Leaf and skin shiver in a dark wind's soughing.
The angelic songs of a river soughs.
Life's song for us to discover.
Along the riverbank runs the child.
Of the future she knows little.
Reflecting in water a spectrum of feelings.
Their sound is a scream, a laugh, a cry and a whisper.
As I grow the acceptable sound is a whisper.
My tears often mix with a shower's soughing.
Bodies aren't meant to cover feelings.
They should be naked dancers that discover.
Their steps are big and little.
Dance with the flow trusting child.
As I grow older, in my soul lives the child.
My heart is the room where she shouts and whispers.
It's a never-land where she will always be little.
Hope sings in a tear-river's soughing
With care and love we'll learn to discover.
We are courageous explorers of feelings.
The child, her voice a prayerful wind's soughing.
A soft reminding whisper not to fear discovery.
Oh little love I am with you always, experiencing together our feelings.
I don’t know
where dreams go..
Maybe they take form in the sky
a genesis of nothing but cloud castles,
building subdivision into an eternity
where no one’s ever home.
Or maybe the winds drift them through time,
lazily pacing histories progress
searching to reseed on fertile ground.
Thistledown dreams.
Some of them might
be that kind.
Like the prayers whispered through battered lips
where the fight for freedom
blood lets on the ground of reason
for what the bible was reputed to have said.
Prayers for Acceptance,
Peace,
Love
and Wholeness.
Prayers for freedom
wave flags to the breezes
that blow on by,
looking for that fertile ground
that we have yet
to prepare.
I don’t know
where dreams go..
But I want my field ready
my mind open
my heart warm.
I want the dreams of my people
of all my relations
to have a place to be..
I watched a while on a summer's day,
Above the field in which I lay:
The clouds take form and assume their place,
And in one I saw a face.
A face obscure and yet familiar.
What name that face? Twas sweet Delia!
For one brief moment I saw her peer;
I felt a subtle grayness near.
That shade of gray between dream and sleep,
When thoughts we think, but do not keep.
I watched a while and in conscious thought,
The elusive dream at last I caught.
The winter wind cuts through my bones
I pull my coat tighter 'round me
Snow pelts hard against me like stones
I'm lost in the snow around me
The winter wind howls wretchedly
Oh, how do I endure this storm?
Oh, I need someone to save me!
I'm lost in the snow of this storm
The winter wind pierces my heart
I scream in pain and clutched my chest
Snow hit hard against me like darts
I'm lost in the snow of unrest
Am I all alone in this storm?
Is there no one to rescue me?
But hope is starting to take form
I'm lost in the snow of mercy
Why should I fear the howling wind?
My Saviour tells them to be still
I know I'm wretched; I have sinned!
But my heart, with mercy, He fills
My Saviour's blood washes my sin
Until they are as white as snow
Through Christ, I'm glorious from within
His mercy like a river flows
The winter wind still cuts me deep
But Christ is my Shelter and Shield
Though darkness, around my head, creeps
In His hands, my faint heart, I yield
Whispers of Light
Whispers of light caress
the edge of darkness’ reign,
rebellion, renewal, transition,
sweet gleam, golden delusion.
Awakening
in fleeting otherworld
the wings of fairy nymphs,
misted clouds of long past
dreams take form
stirred by breath of
siren’s call.
Lovers silhouetted
in the darkness of a light
not yet appeared.
Waiting on the edge
of love faded and love new.
Within the silent darkness
enchantment’s
whispers of light.
John G. Lawless
2/7/2014
thoughts
flashing through
my mind
words take form
ink flows
a poem
is born
7-5- 2021
Example for my Contest
Once upon a time...
A little boy and a little girl
Looked up at the stars from the planet below
Seeing the moon hang bright in the sky
Said one to the other, I wonder... I wonder, if there we could go.
Said the stars in the sky to the two on the ground,
If you reach up high and fly into the night
You will never come down
Try as you might
So the boy and the girl came up with a scheme
(not to be like Heroes stun guns blazing,
Or find aliens no matter how amazing)
But to build a sleek spaceship to follow their dream.
They rolled up their sleeves,and got right to work
Putting gizmos to gadgets,
whosits to whatsits
A mighty spaceship did start to take form.
At last came the day when the two,
Declared that all was right.
they could finally, 3...2...1 ...
Blast off into the night.
Together in a spaceship built on dreams
As they went along their travels
All of the marvels
In a lonely universe they did see.
Past the supernovas
And into Antares nebula
Swinging from Orion's belt
And drinking from the dipper.
Seeing baby stars be born
In the Oort cloud
Eating cookies with the Milky way
Jumping around the galaxies.
Just the boy and the girl all alone
Among the shining stars
Floating in a spaceship
Heading back towards home.
A little boy and a little girl
Look down from the stars to the planet below
Past the moon hanging bright in the sky.
Said one to the other, I wonder... I wonder, if there we could go.
... The end.
03/02/14
Feel the rythm and the beat,
that sweet percussion of life.
Feel the tempo ebb and flow,
delight in that harmonic spice.
Watch the trees belly dance,
to the song of the coming storm.
Hear the rain tap dance a cadence,
as the playful puddles take form.
Watch the creek pirouette,
as it flows over smooth stones.
Hear the mighty ocean waves call out,
as they roll a deep baritone.
All around is the symphony,
that Mother nature dances 'round.
Heed the call within your blood,
go dance unchained, unbound.
9/3/12
I wake, my eyes rapidly wandering;
Avidly searching for the source of the tapping.
Held captive by the sight demon with it's repulsive hellish guise.
Lingering; Hidden amongst shadows it stares while I let loose my cries.
Raising my shield of comfort, blocking my eyes hoping it'd flee.
Yet still it lingers; feeding my fears; arousing my terror in me.
My creativity betrays me; misconstruing reality for fiction.
Bringing forth a multitude of tormentors of my terrified imagination.
Monstrous shadows and sharp fanged demons are my walls new décor.
They beckon; imploring to be an audience to my shrieks once more.
Shivers travel down my spine, I whisper, “Who goes there?”
The shadows take form; a beast with crimson eyes and the size of a bear.
Turning, raising it's claws; claws tinted with the souls of victims past,
It grins, bearing his jagged teeth, advancing; helplessly I yell, “AVAST!”
“Demon of the night avast! Depart! Withdraw yourself from my quarters!”
Yet still it creeps, pacing closer to the foot of my bunk; disheartened I cower.
Retreating under the warm embrace of my shield, terror torments my mind.
A silhouette rises, looming over my carcass; a vulture awaiting to dine.
Tightly shutting my eyes, begging the reaper my soul quickly take.
It's claws begin tear through the hull of my shield; I wake...
OUT THE WINDOW
October 1st – There’s a tall tree down the block has
gone all red at top
in this green, early autumn
It’s quite an unusual year,
With more rain than summer’s want to yield
There’s been no mid-July burning of lawns,
And the trees, bushes, ground cover gone wild
The whole has tried to produce an out-of-door pinch,
And I often stand looking out a window,
Absently inhaling the chlorophyll
Houses on either side are vacant – the economy to
blame – nor cat, nor dog reside,
But I image some ghostly pair seated on the steps,
pets at their side
I put all this down as a, sort of, flowing jet
companion to solitude,
And I – prisoner of the mind – watch black words
take form,
Knowing there’s a whole, beautiful world with
nature’s abundant warmth out there
Just waiting to be joined by needful company
Dave Austin
Let me tell you a story of Nature
and my early morning walks in the
desert. The fragrance of cactus blossoms
and the starkness of its beauty beckon.
Or, is it the silence, like no other, interrupted
only by the hum of bees and tiny species
who materialize when you draw a handful
of sand to your eyes, viewing them as equals.
This is the playground of coyotes and jackrabbits,
sure to practice social distancing, at least the jacks!
Where desert rats dig shelters far beneath the earth,
safe and cool--and even squirrels abide.
It is shared by rattlesnakes seeking shade under tall
mesquites, causing travelers to choose where their
next step goes. In the near distance are the
mountains, given birth by volcanos in centuries past.
In early evening, the mountains don cloaks of violet
as the glorious sunset turns desert plants ablaze in
reds and golds--nature's gift to us. Turning indigo,
the mountains stand like sentries in the night.
Soon, thunder clouds gather and rain begins its journey
to the thirsty mouths of plants and soil. Animals scurry for
shelter, to appear when midget lakes take form and they can
bathe and frolic. The scent of desert rain is a rare perfume.
The desert isn't meant for those who need forests and lakes,
or city dwellers lost among tall buildings, basking in its noise.
No, they would not survive the loneliness, where one's thoughts
are steadfast companions, and music the songs of coyotes.
Early morning, when enjoying the walk, I sometimes surprise a
fox, or find a nest of hummingbirds, so tiny, mouths open waiting
for breakfast. I see nature in its truest light, unfiltered by the
haze of progress. How lucky I am to call the desert my friend.
NATURE THEME
April 15, 2022
for Form N - Narrative New Poetry Contest
by Constance La France
A Second
What people never see
It's strikingly intertwined
With the maze inside of my mind
Lost inside of myself
Loving the sanctuary within the walls of my soul
For in here I can let magic take form I can let go
Let my heart fly and my lust flow
And only I will know
Inside of me intricate sub genres of all topics
Flexible membranes and a passion that defies all logic
Within the confines of my inner self
I am a snow flake in the sun that never melts
A fire that burns on the water of a lake
Never to be smothered out as I confuse fate
I am a mist of love coating the hardest rock
Softening it into dust and creating with it a building block
Within the layered cells there wisdom and knowledge dwells
For I can be a force that swells
I can bend your mind and make it swirl
Flow randomly though your thoughts make your mind whirl
I can caress your skin with out a single touch
Hold you close safely in my clutch
Reach deeply inside where the pain hides
Soothe it away and tame the tides
Kiss every boo boo and bruise
Take your mind body and soul on a sensational cruise
But try as I might all these things will never be free
Because your out there and all of this rests
Entirely inside of me
Trust is my ghost it haunts my heart
Taunts my mind and rips me apart
Makes all of earth shaky ground
To venture out to take a peek
Is to risky my friend for life is short and man is weak
So try as I might all these things will never be free
Because your out there and all of this rests
Entirely inside of me
Here bathed under the flourescent light I sat alone....
Fingers moving rapidly to punch out these words...
Eyes focussed on the tiny panel of lighted words...
While outside, a carcophony of sounds from insects...
Here bathed under the flourescent light I sat alone..
Thoughts tumbling heads over heels in my head alone...
Phrases take form and pander to the thoughts that's mine..
As I struggled to organise jumbled thoughts into line..
Here bathed under the flourescent light I sat alone...
The night gets cold amd how I wished I was not alone..
A kindred soul is who I seek, it matters not from where..
To share thoughts and feelings, here and elsewhere...
Here bathed under the flourescent light I sat alone...
Having doubts that I can continue life, single and all alone...
At work and in play, I have scaled the heights and the lows..
But come nightfall, who goes and who gets to stay I cannot say...
I was expecting to find an open door to your heart
From the glimpses I received to your soul
To be lost in your dream forever my dream
Drawn to your pivot like a charged magnet
The only time I seem to be alive…is when I'm electrified!
When I become lost in your fantasy…you can end me?
I watch the world go by as you enter mine…or choose to.
There are no words, not a sound, only your powerful thoughts
Only emotion, only my undying devotion…in this placid ocean
Of once rough waters…collected tears like the Dead Sea
I picture you as you were before the door closed
A raging storm, a ravaging force, unforgiving
A drop of your tears, flooded the mind to a crippling stroke
With sorrow and despair…a woman scorned!
How I stayed afloat the wreckage…unseen?
An ant in your crushing palm…where do I begin?
Only you can end the storm for love’s sunset to take form
Only you define the horizon…to a goodnight?
Perhaps I enjoy these salty planes and otherwise clear skies?
My destiny is wherever your storm ejects or swallows me
The nightmare is still only a small part of your dream
I love you Cecilia…and so I stay within a force of nature
Where your winds and whims dictate my direction
And your rainwaters offer me equally life and death