Best Tinctured Poems
Shadows
24/08/2016
11:12
In unexperienced infancy
Mistakes seemly false, intending true
Adult features with grown up looks
To show many secrets which afterwards you come to know
And make fool in all sort of ways
You are a shadow of yourself
Many years on, the thoughts so tinctured with no reason
And craftiness exist in great perception
Standing up tall yet craddled in low esteem
Premonitions banging out loud, no ears to listen
Your inseparable companion whoose manifestation you ignorantly take
A pestiferous self you will later know
a shadow of yourself
Speakers lament the you in you is you
We get the code but some make no atone
A popular saying that everyone is unique and special
I doubt, for some are but specialist in the shadow of themselves
Permit me to yowl at the single ladies
Having geniue apathy for whom they really are
Taking peeks at their foggy look
Social media tinted with their glamorous artifacts
Seductively dressed to earn fb likes
Little flesh will turn them on, their fetish say
They forget you are addressed the way you dress
Having no respect for womanhood
Solace sister in practice
You are but a shadow of yourself
She's such a beauty to behold
Not so sure if it's love or lust
You sugar coated mouth presenting levels you don't worth
Even though you fake all just to impress her
The real you is a cloud of fine particle that can't be hidden
A life full of pride is a life of shadow
A mouth filled with lies sees no reality but shadows
The more we grow, the more we know
After a time of been just a shadow
We are now strong to walk alone for
We are not created a shadow
#honesty #sincerity #direction #integrity
are what makes you a YOU
Be real, for anyone aside You is already taken!
Kehinde Oluwaseun
Categories:
tinctured, august, career, farewell, innocence,
Form:
Narrative
Where Eagles Soar
Flying far above the masses
In azured tinctured skies,
They fly independently.
For that, is where true class
lies!
They want no part of any
motley crew birds.
Just self-determined to fly as
they choose to do.
Never bowing their glorious
heads,
To seek recognition from any
tempters of glory!
With their widespread wings
they soar clearly with full
independence and no doubts.
And were I a bird, you would
find me an eagle.
Heaven forbid I walk on a leash
like a beagle!
June9, 2019
5pm PST
Categories:
tinctured, confidence, inspiration,
Form:
Rhyme
Light, essence white shines in beauty, eyes green,
human heart, spirit’s hull, please don’t despair,
life, your trials tinctured light-dark I’ve seen..,
you’re never alone; with you I am here.
Mortal being -- sainted soul -- hand in hand,
partnered; life’s pebbled footpaths, we do share.
Someday, we’ll traverse azure’s Promised Land..,
you’re never alone; with you I am here.
Free will; color palette pastel choices,
through hues of happiness or stains of fear,
muted disappointments, rich rejoices..,
you’re never alone; with you I am here.
Each tint a test each shade a solution,
lift song’s surrender to Him in prayer,
till final breath – Divine absolution..,
you’re never alone; with you I am here.
Susan Ashley
September 7, 2017
~ Second Place ~
Contest: Poems That Paint a Picture
Sponsor: Silent One
*based on painting by Saatchi provided by Silent One on contest page
Categories:
tinctured, angel, spiritual, uplifting,
Form:
Rhyme
“Expresso Shot”
He drank tibetan milk tea
from his saucer
like a cloistered munk
his conversation
was hushed and tinctured
with fountains of try-too-hard satire
he spoke softly
and quite fast
like a panther doing laps
a surprise
well hidden
springing
from long Prairie Sky switchgrass
chasing after too curious merecats
and bouncy pert Botticelli bunnies
mid-life
hazardously glazed lush
in confused transition
he gushed around
his love for life
to the moon and back
and there sat I,
the great I am,
green eggs 'n ham
watching and listening
waiting for the loophole
to be held like a love leash
of course, out in the open,
I’d give him free reign
drop the ropes
and hand him
freedom and a little hope
I’m generous like that
sometimes…
and there sat I,
the great I am
in two minds
with my dark
expresso shot
two Beretta Picos
under the table
ready to raise
and shoot straight
through his floundering heart
the one big shot
he bit into the half glazed
oozing his sweet jam
all over the place
I kept the kill clean
it was mourning time
the blowback delivered
painless and nice
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Categories:
tinctured, muse,
Form:
Narrative
The xylem saps are heading south
like the majestic autumn sun,
deep down into their woody roots.
Soon deciduous leaves will die
and their exquisite lingering
dissolution's will manifest
tinctured, ephemeral beauty:
crimsons, oranges, yellows and greens
and all the subtle hues in between.
A sweet, earthy scent saturates
the cool, autumnal air we breathe.
Then one by one each leaf succumbs
to a gentle rain or zephyr
descending silently to earth.
Categories:
tinctured, autumn, nature,
Form:
Verse
*****;;; *****
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tears rip at the seams of memories’ betrayed trust
like liquid fists gushing through desolate waterfalls
gargling bloodied sobs upon lungs lumped with crust,
wet, wet on crumbled sagas of tortured, brick walls
this is the pang of swallows falling dark… the pain,
of a painful tear ravished by sins doubly committed
by spiked wrists slit by eyes’ deceit on pelted rain,
cracks of tinctured vapors stain these suds not quite acquitted
ll.
still, there are tears robed in delight of embroidered nights
and perching there, radiance’s rafters spin overlapping joy,
swarming the soul with giant suds whitening all whites
as giggles lift cottoned pillows only love’s fullness can buoy
i think of rekindled homes knighted by flutes’ ripeness
where children paddle days virginal without attic of fears
a maze of hoisted jaunts open zipped stars’ need for madness,
in times marinated gingerly sweet by life’s lush beat... such are tears,
they cleanse all. they crawl out of soul’s dual spears.
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by nette onclaud
Categories:
tinctured, introspection, life
Form:
Rhyme
Don Johnson pens from his far south berth
insightful poems tinctured with mirth.
Of human foibles, plights
and Aussie nights he writes;
all while dangling down under the earth.
Categories:
tinctured, on writing and words,
Form:
Limerick
A single orange leaf
twists and turns 'bove vibrant vales -
espying a shadowed glimpse
of nature's palette as she sails.
A variegated dreamer
drifts beyond a wooded realm -
'tween doughty boughs of balsa
floating o’er oak and elm.
She glides along the gleaming glens
with bewitchery and charm -
fingertips slowly dance and dip
as she whispers in Fall's arms.
A silent soaring sonnet
soon greets her tinctured friends;
atmospheric art is born
as their colors braid and blend.
A masterpiece of chroma
gently lures the naked eye -
leaves of bronze and yellow
decorate a midday sky.
An orchestra of colored flags
sing passed a closing eve -
now its time to bid adieu
and thus, each stipule leaves.
The orange leaf then slumbers
underneath a yawning sun.
Her wings have gone to sleep,
my friend, for her breeze ballet
is done.
Categories:
tinctured, nature
Form:
Rhyme
Suddenly we appear
On a land with tinctured atmosphere
The cross, the moon and star
A sovereign state more ethnical than wazobia
A smooth and broad path before us
Hungry for our feet to break the hush
Alas the road becomes starved
With thorns and thistles upwardly breaking its soil
Like the ape, bigotry evolves
Extremist in every nook and cranny
Untamed by the scepter and khaki
Callously murdering people in cold blood
Enemies of peace lurking around
Refusing to walk in the path of love
Killing people with façade of hide and skin
The unpunished traitors of love and nationalism
Dedicated to those who lost their lives in Southern Kaduna massacre
YEMI AFO (2017)
Categories:
tinctured, feelings,
Form:
Blank verse
This chair has chipped paint.
Its shadow gangly
in the light spilling through
the window. A deep
buttercup bisque steeps.
Through this stream, ember
motility of curdled
cream seeps into pores.
The seat embraces. Blood
colors sugar soft.
Fragments of dust waver
around the chair. Like
the suspended stars, or
the pixel points on
an LCD screen. Crumbs.
Feathers stick to the cheeks,
to be brushed off,
puff into the heavens.
Egg -white tinctured coat
wilts within the humid
air. Like the jaundiced
skin you wished to shed
when you first sundered
the sheets this morning.
This chair rocked my great
grandmother and her
children, and mother. Creaks
like an anchored boat.
Exposed grey brown wood
perishes, stabs the skin.
Like the chilled sea tinted
eyes: an ingress tears
the hushed air- a summons:
her son. Long ago
an apollyon. Starless.
The chair will be kindle
in September, sand-
peach colors imbued,
flushed like the candied
burn of Fall. Her flames.
Relive the fire
in the sky; salt waters
plum green, oily.
tauten red orange arms.
War in the distance-
better. The rose portrait,
diabolus shades stain
a cimmeran- tinted
loss, wound. Chalk inhaled.
And the blaze of two black
holes colliding. Wraiths.
The winter of her life,
within which a lurid
spirit-thin webbed cross
bleeds ash. Freezes; clots.
Categories:
tinctured, day, fire, grandmother, light,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Feelings are those seismic ocean waves,
they capture evanescent moments,
a Jack-o-lantern thought which might vanish,
deep breath of ink blue laden vortex,
I wallow in the beneficial sweep,
elation at each seacoast prompt,
banshee wail current of moss-rim swirl,
laughter that billows over garnet rocks,
anamnesis, that emboldened staunch
bosom pal of recourse,
cinematic silver ripple pulse by random toss,
vermillion heartbeat brazen in its banner,
cliff edge catalyst devoid of reckless frame,
emotional attachment this treasure-trove key fob,
hazel eye mere haze yet simon-pure exultant,
clouds afloat spurn august effigy beyond,
love plume flight engaging harsh wind magnet,
tweet from distant recalls lavish echo,
coalesce in perigean springtide haze,
dissolving into faint light petrichor post shower,
rally to suburban chorus when off mute,
where instinct dovetails sentimental crush,
emotion often shunned by headlong rush,
but thin veil satin mist in step with mood,
how frequent are the blissful amorous at noon,
love bug duos sway amid some idle amber sun,
caper to romantic dawn I scope eternal,
wish fulfilment raindrops skim the grey milk dew,
palette tinctured honey phrased yearning,
as love enthrals a towering Mount Blanc.
Categories:
tinctured, appreciation, beautiful, beauty, character,
Form:
Free verse
Tempting balm tonics reposed fantasist,
Panacea liquifies mirage views,
Crafts allusive lofts energies persist,
Twain heart's favor lips a desire to schmooze.
Elixir defines the gist of lovers,
Exposes the length of listed measures,
Hearts and souls, supernatural pleasures,
Cascade gifted juice as meant lips puckers.
Charts a course of innumerable sips,
Bottled refinery impatient lips,
Passion extremes supple to its excess,
Forward sweethearts immortal kiss access.
Tinctured herbs ripen souls remarkably,
Drink-filled lovers strengthen eternally.
2019 October 15
Rhyme scheme; abab, cddc, eeff, gg
howmanysyllables;
14 lines x 10 syllables per = 140 syllables total
Categories:
tinctured, deep, desire, fate, magic,
Form:
Sonnet
Velvet paper tinctured pink,
A red rose at its crest;
The whittled feather, bathed in ink,
Set to bare its best.
A lambent candle close at hand
With dancing, flitting flare;
Where evening translates its command
And nothing stirs the air.
Words are authored, truly writ,
Where, from the soul they flow;
As on the page they snugly sit,
Affection to bestow.
Filling out each careful line,
Each one a work of art,
Hand and mind, with pen, entwine
Concerted to the heart.
And when the tender prose she'll read
And tastes the chaste romance.
She feels a shivered chill, indeed,
Deep in her breast ~ per chance?
And as the fondest words engage,
Seen through her moistened eyes:
A teardrop falls to blot the page
And stays and never dries.
Categories:
tinctured, emotions, feelings, first love,
Form:
Romanticism
To some such a thing would seem to be
A waste like sunsets never seen
Whose brilliant splash of corporeal hues
Ignites a moments symmetry
The saffron fires, the sizzled throes
The tinctured celestial overtones
Of all that light in bending makes
Of all that nature shares of soul.
He stopped upon the edge of sea
And cast an eye so stolidly
With withered gaze he glanced
Its vivid, lancing memory
The final fury of a sphere
Whose tumult lights our world
Passed with dual gravity
Beyond our earthly rill.
To such some men would dare compare
That mortal strain whose sweet despair
Brings only candor to the soul
But leaving leaves man there
To love what sunset never seen
Has cast its rabid sultry sheen
Upon the waning noon of life
And leaving woken naught the night
Categories:
tinctured, love,
Form:
Free verse
When a person hates you seriously
And refuses to co-operate and assist
You may not feel happy obviously
As he shows indirectly his fist
By looking at you suspiciously
He will behave like a real sadist
To please him even if you kindly try
He will tease you making you cry
Peace of mind, to you, he will deny
At this juncture you must turn wise
Or else your heart will be punctured
Toward your own self, be always nice
By his attitude you may be tortured
But, in patience, real solution lies
By patience your heart gets tinctured.
mvvenkataraman
Categories:
tinctured, inspirational, heart, heart, may,
Form: