Best Tapering Poems
One evening, much like any other
striated feathers of pinks, and deepest primrose
colored the clouds with facets of light, tapering inward
Traces of gold between each color, as deep and clear as the sages
The red sun overhead, had grown weary with seasons,
and did not seem to notice that we were mother and child
Whispering sounds of emerald breezes
did not label me wise, nor her naive'
We were two who walked equally, side by side
She lifted her voice,
and spoke with an eloquence I had not heard before,
and it was just as the twilight calls to the stars....
so that they will know just what to do
Young spruces stood bolt upright,
every twig stiff with interest,
and with deep respect at her every word
as if they were watching transformation in tandem,
an exchange so delicately detectable
And in one clinging moment to the other,
one of us was letting go of childhood,
and one was letting go of the child
Both of us looking to the sky for recognition
I watched the sycamore shed, beneath its load of yellow, rust and gold
Letting them quietly go, without remorse
while I did the same
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Categories:
tapering, daughter, introspection, mother, mother
Form:
Free verse
Finding Forgiveness
Can you forgive my humble home?
A cardboard box my diamond dome
Can you forgive my scanty clothes?
The least that I worry of my woes
Can you forgive my crooked smile?
The frigid air a thermostatic trial
Can you forgive my lack of food?
Your leftover meals I have chewed
Can you forgive my hungry heart?
A life brand new I’m hoping to start
Can you forgive my tapering tears?
There’s little left after all these years
Can you forgive a saddened soul?
A love lost in an empty echoless hole
Can you forgive my losing of will?
A shattered stain of a splitting spill
Can you forgive my only existence?
For the Lord has in his holy presence.
Nov.06.2017
Healing power of forgiveness
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Categories:
tapering, forgiveness, poverty,
Form:
Rhyme
geese migrating south
heading for warmer climates ~
honk and hink farewell
white frost at daybreak
sparkles as the sun rises ~
warm breath creates fog
an ice blizzard blows
weaving through the forest trees ~
white carpet of snow
moisture and cold air
forming ice on window glass ~
ice flower bouquet
water drips freezing
a tapering mass of ice ~
limpid stalactite
cross or wreath made from
aquifoliaceae ~
placed at the graveside
Written 17th October 2020.
Categories:
tapering, grave, snow, storm, tree,
Form:
Haiku
“Stealing our breath, you came down to us with angelic grace and you keep holding us under your magic spell” ~ By Poet
A precious little angel is born to us.
Our first grandchild, a bundle of joy,
Sent down from heaven, a blessing!
One look at her cherubic face
Made our hearts race in joy.
She looked at me with wide open eyes,
As if affirming a bond long established.
As if telling me, “Grandma, I am by your side,
To fulfil your yearning for a daughter
To fill the vacuum, you have long been feeling”.
With wonder and joy, we gazed at her angelic face,
- her tiny hands with long tapering fingers,
- her tender feet with cute little nails,
and her parted little lips that quivered to tell a tale.
Baby, you are fresh like the morning dew,
Beautiful like a fairy,
And fragrant like an opening flower.
You push your way like light seeping through,
Into our hearts and thoughts, day in and out!
Sweet one, we cuddle and hold you,
Close to our heart and thoughts,
And entreat God the Almighty to take care of you,
To bring pride and hope to your dad and Mom,
And hold the hands of your aged grandparents!
Categories:
tapering, appreciation, granddaughter, joy, love,
Form:
Free verse
At the fold of day
a veil shrouds the hills
as rising fog drifts
over tapering fields.
Rain falls softly,
dimpling the river.
It’s sombre waters swaggering
beneath a narrow bridge.
Rambling oak trees line
the steep grassy banks.
Ferns furl
their long slender fingers
into tight fists.
They recoil
into rooted mouldy stone.
Moss carpets the woodland,
the earthy air, damp
as dusk slinks in.
A murder of crows
sweep the sky
smothering the light.
Squabbling
they swoop to roost
on tall tree tops.
Settling,
a rustling murmur
whispers softly, sweetly.
They sleep
under a saffron moon.
silenced
by a blackening night.
Categories:
tapering, inspirational, life, nature
Form:
Aching for my presence
she called me late one night.
She wanted to have
a night cap,
and she knows I do it right.
Forty five minutes later,
on the counties outer rim.
I pull into the driveway,
of her old
Victorian.
Striking lightly with my knuckles
on the front door made of oak.
she opens the door,
powder blue negligee
high heels.
My jaw hit the floor.
Caramel surprise,
nude, she's dressed to kill.
Candles glowing throughout the house
relaxing music in the distance.
She drops her robe,
standing there,
testing my resistance.
The curvature of her waistline,
tapering to long,
well toned thighs.
Breasts proportionate to her figure.
Standing six foot tall
is a beauty just my size.
Unable to control my sergeant,
she receives a standing ovation.
Reaching down, she caresses me,
what a wonderful sensation.
I push her onto the mattress,
forcing my way between her thighs.
She twists and turns violently,
whimpering a series
of sultry cries.
Jared Pickett
10/11/09
Asavvy1
Categories:
tapering, love
Form:
Free verse
Glowing Forever
As simple as bringing a flame to a candle
I now hold the match ever tight in my hand
Striking the swatch in an emery fashion
Watching the flame as it takes its command
Flickering fond as the room was once darkened
Sending a glow to the ceiling so white
Cautions now bear of the heat it is yielding
You are the candle that lights up my life
Fill me with warmth that your flame it is bringing
Illumine my ways as I feel the embrace
Blow me a kiss in a gleaming direction
Luminous scenes every moment we trace
Softly my breeze finds your flame ever moving
Captured the visions as now it does dance
Residue forms at the base of affection
You are the light of this perfect romance
Burn evermore as my heart beat is singing
Take of this man every need and desire
See as my shadow moves closer to hold you
Together we find the most passionate fire
Light of my dreams oh I so long to feel you
Tapering slightly in spite of the spark
Melting eternal of love's light a' flicker
Glowing forever inside of my heart
Good night Soupers
Categories:
tapering, good night,
Form:
Rhyme
Suddenly from somewhere
A street urchin-
An untamed bird of the wider sky
Dropped down
Into the circus tent
Before him was unfurled
Scenes eerie….awesome!!
Roaring lions and tigers,
Gibbering baboons, caravans of camels,
Animal tamers and acrobats,
Artists balancing on poles
Swinging from bars to trapeziums
Pliant girls with plastic limbs
And pouting breasts,
Walking on tight ropes.
A strange world,
Peopled with beasts and men!
His face, painted white and red
In motley dress, he was arrayed
And a tall tapering cap, placed
On his forcibly tonsured head
He hardly knew what it all meant.
He heard the bells ringing
And it was time for the show
He was told
He would henceforth be a clown
And should make people laugh
A thousand sunsets passed him by
He forgot the familiar alleys of the streets
Lost sight of the endless pathways of the sky
In a world –
So populous- so empty,
He buried him
In the hidden caverns of himself
Nursing a hundred bruises
Inflicted by Time’s sharp razors
Often he was reminded-
“You should make others laugh”
He did make people laugh
While a fountain of tears lay frozen
In the slivers of his broken heart!!
Jan.7. 2023
~ Placed Fourth~
Tatters Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Mystic Rose Rose
Categories:
tapering, angst, childhood, heartbroken, smile,
Form:
Free verse
Blue bird,
you perch on trees,
by the forest's far rim.
Dressed in silk robes of sapphire hues,
with tapering tail and a bill so sleek,
singing in melodious strains,
your sweet notes ringing loud.
How I love you,
Blue bird.
July. 18. 2022
~ Placed First~
Rictameter
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
Categories:
tapering, appreciation, beauty, bird, song,
Form:
Rictameter
As it sets, the sun streaks the sky
Cornucopia of festive ribbons on high
Emerald green, deep pink, aquamarine
Heavenly canvas, blazing scene
Scant moments later, it's pale overhead
Sunset vanished, its pigment bled...
An earthly candle tapering down
Flickers weakly toward the ground
When of a sudden its wan flame ignites
A last burst of glory, surging bright
Ere it collapses, a waxen pool
Its fuel all spent; its demise so cruel...
So too, as our precious days slip away
We sense the time has come to pay
Our final call on this Earthly stage
We turn back time for one last grand stand
Then hail the carriage of Death's Coachman
Categories:
tapering, death, humanity, strength,
Form:
Couplet
All morning
the river wore a thick fog
along its length, until
a great looming shape emerged,
tall, gliding almost soundlessly
towards me, becoming the bow
of a ship parting the fog,
escorted by two tug boats
churning the water,
the deep throb of their diesel
engines sending a shudder
through the air.
The sheer wall
of the ships hull slowly passed,
tapering to a stern and trailing
a wheeling throng of seagulls
in its wake, their bright wings
catching a column of sunlight
that had suddenly broken through
the fog, freeing what was there
hidden in the unseen
to come forth into the known.
Categories:
tapering, boat, morning, river,
Form:
Free verse
When I get tired of the concrete and tar
there’s a place I can go, and not travel far,
that hasn’t been touched by progress at all;
nature stands still beneath gums growing tall.
And in amongst shadows with sprinkled light,
there’s rippling water and birds taking flight,
a sprinkling of colour amongst shades of green,
there’s burrows and scratching where something has been.
So I give you a picture of Billycan Creek
where flora and fauna are all quite unique,
and nothing is spoilt where I sit on a log
with my video camera and terrier dog.
A single stem orchid stands better than stark
with a deep purple flower that closes at dark,
and a coprosma tree with red berries quite sweet
is a pleasure to find with its bounty a treat.
In mistletoe weeping from a host in disguise
I video drifting jezebel butterflies,
and sitellas who cling to an old stringybark,
then high on a limb…the nest of a mudlark.
So I give you a picture of Billycan Creek
where flora and fauna are all quite unique,
and my camera is ready, with eyes like a hawk
where now with my dog on a casual walk.
Here the undulate water it constantly flows,
diverting ‘round logs and where overhang grows,
a haven’s provided for what could be prey
and in the shallows there’s a freshwater cray.
Some red brow firetails flit down for a drink,
there’s a burrow that’s new with no reason to think,
for a wombat has scratched out a hole and a mound;
but a wombat’s nocturnal who lives underground.
So I give you a picture of Billycan Creek
where flora and fauna are all quite unique,
and I’ve only a second to capture a scene,
so my camera is ready to help me convene.
The scent of boronia hangs heavy and strong,
lances of grass trees are a seed clustered prong,
white ants have covered an old stump with mud,
and Christmas bush bracts are now starting to bud.
On a hazel bush branch a grey fantail sits prone
in a nest made of cobwebs, to a tapering cone,
and a chattering chough tells me that I don’t belong,
now my camera has died so I can’t say it’s wrong…
So my battery is flat and I’m back at the log
with a film full of nature, and my terrier dog,
and you’ve read my picture of Billycan Creek
where flora and fauna are all quite unique.
©2011 Lindsay Laurie
Categories:
tapering, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
A Walk in Solitude
As I walk and linger the only baneful bringer banished from multitudes
For the sky is gone no more descending dawn engulfed by my solitudes
Much pain to bare a seductive scare as I stand on the lunatic latitudes
Thoughts in a storm a schismatic swarm like the permeable prostitutes
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Singing songs of silence in my compliance upon a habitable hellion hole
Where demons dance with a piercing lance and I sleep on a bed of coal
Damnation to dreams only silent screams like a cadaverous caving troll
Where time never ends only bestially bends as a sepulchral for the soul
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I continue to walk with a tapering talk following cryptic circles of mind
In a darkened nest I devour and digest sinking silhouettes a bitter bind
For in the company of shadows a wilted rose ransomed is left confined
Melting memories weep in solitudes we sleep of ambient anguish blind.
Music by Lake of Tears - 'Solitude'
Aug.01.2018
For Your Poetry Journal
Sponsored by: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
Placed 4'th
Categories:
tapering, depression, loneliness, solitude,
Form:
Rhyme
Part Three
...swishing away with your sunshrivelled burgundy knotty arms with broad disdainful harvesting sweeps the cobras come out to water in the sweltering heat by the thatched fly-buzzed hole
your low under-the-breath warning tones a reminder of the will of your self-inflicted charge
you never ate until i gorged myself
like the dutiful wife given with a dowry
watching me all the time through the shield of the wisp of cloud of cheroot smoke in your sentinel corner against the far wall your eyes glinting fearing that i might take exception and even before my plate was half-empty you had already darted across the kitchen floor to bring me more fried brinjals mashed greens fried and sliced plantain the steaming rice lying bare by its metal cover hanging on the lip of the open pot-mouth in a clear aluminium pot by my side
now they say you are gone for some plotted and took your life in haste
even before you had time to ensure an heir
others say you were alone dismayed abandoned by your own
prey to enchanters coveting
the plot of land the house derelict forsaken by your absence
they say some one else caretakes it for himself
others no a forbidden son of your husband’s has raked it for himself
alas would you have known how landless nationless stateless i’d be
this dot of ancestral land clinging-clanging in memory
did you know then you might never see me again
nor probably ever hear of me
or if you had how might you have taken it all
did you believe the tales true and false they told
or only what you wanted to hear
of your precious prince you once served in silence and
who had gone to slave in other lands
Notes
eevaa peerankal muuvaa marunthu is a take on another well-known Tamil proverb: eevaa makkal muuvaa marunthu meaning “children who obey even before the order is given are a God-send”. Here, in lieu of children, the word “grandparents” is substituted
chembu: a small usually copper vessel shaped like a rounded vase with a tapering neck and open mouth, used for holding drinking water or milk
kuul: thick holdall gruel which may also be highly spiced
chemman: red soil
Vaithi: ayurvedic doctor, practising the traditional Indian homeopathic medicine
© T.Wignesan 1997 - Paris May 7, 1997 (from the Sequence/Collection: "Words for a Lost Sub-Continent")
Categories:
tapering, family, me, water, may,
Form:
Free verse
The moment I am out of the box
Foxes and hyenas surround me
Needy greedy aggressive seekers
Those who even a second before
Lay hidden in hibernation
In the tightly closed boxes of steel
On the verge of elimination
Thanks to the cultural policing
Now pouncing for dark and dense satisfaction
In a paleolithic plunder
Quenching reddening hunger
In the black and brown forest
Of unchained unrest
In pursuance of almost unconquerable
And incorruptible pleasure principle
Of animal happiness
Night and day
Sense buds making hay
Out of the aesthetic box
Wreaking senseless havoc
Our rose and rhododendrons in decay
Our seagulls
In infirmary and hospitals
Out of the box
The Spanish bull and ox
Flummox our poems
Into the imagery of
Ingrained instancy
For our tumultuous ascendancy
On the pinnacle
Of crimson churning
And the giant jingling
Tapering off to
The momentary Nirvana
Of the
Intense distraction
That arose out of the box
A moment later
In an inertia again
Of the restless vein
For the overwhelming rain
Into deep brain
Teeming with craving lanes and bye lanes
In the dim light delight
Out of box
The red fox
No mailbox
No riverine knocks
The box is very important
For our civilization
Into the flowers
Of sunny sublimation
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18/01/2017
For the contest, How Long Can A Poetry Go,
Sponsor, Jamie Pan
Note: As the metaphors in the poem is too obvious to need explanation, no writer’s
Statement is added here, as asked for by the sponsor except saying that it deals with the psychological process of the dominance of pleasure principles at the cost of reality principles as elucidated by Sigmund Freud.
Categories:
tapering, conflict, culture, joy, psychological,
Form:
Free verse