Best Twirls Poems
Special treats under autumn's sky
Apple cider and pumpkin pie
And turkey roasted golden brown
Picturesque scenes all around
Gently falling autumn leaves
Dance on a melancholy eve
And color my mood in russet swirls
And paint silhouettes in dusky twirls
Leaves crunch beneath my feet
As lights flicker on in the street
Reflections of summer unfurl
As the wind blows leaves in a whirl
A season haunted by Halloween
Ghosts and goblins and monsters mean
An interlude before winter takes hold
Where snowflakes swirl in the cold
10-22-2021
Hammock of moon drifting like swan
to cradle night in brushed cyan
While tinsels spark on glazed lagoon
Drifting like swan... hammock of moon.
Luna twirls from rush of wind’s scent
As jasmines rise with flamed intent,
Enthralling my eyes as blooms unfurl
In rush of wind’s scent Luna twirls.
Starlight joins with glitters of dust,
On ripples daring to combust...
The passion in my bones, dethroned
From glitters of dust, starlight joins!
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Contest of Andrea Dietrich
*Listed as Quatrain Form
For every day the dawning sun does rise.
Births jubilation there before Thine eyes.
Brightly colored rays nobly to shed light.
Accents wondrous flawlessness in plain sight.
Sparked myriads of seeds on which life's drawn.
Brash rivers bear oath heirs ‘tis tryst of dawn.
Sways and swirls a choreographic dance.
ambient twirls perpetually by chance.
Flail on shores hence spawns of man and beast form.
Yea verily 'tis now yields earths new norm.
Winding winds elope Ye fair leaves of trees.
Rolling thunder cede fealty unto thee.
Esteemed Vox barrage of resounding ardor.
Grasp our lore of adoring loves of yore.
07-02-19
A lusciously endowed beauty in a skimpy bikini
Makes me flip, twirls the propeller on my beanie
A crossing of my eyes
Can't focus though I try
Coz at my age, movement is limited from my zucchini
imagination twirls me into the air
catching me often, not that I care
tossing adjectives around
burying fancifuls underground
making poems of ideas which were unaware
On the floor of the future, she twirls, dancing through the boundless,
In contemporary moments, still unshaped,
She carves her path through the fullness of time,
Until it becomes one with her present.
An ethereal dance, spiraling into destiny,
Moments merge, battling with eternity,
Each movement, a step into the unknown,
A leap among stars, constellations of unmade memories.
Now she says she owns moments, not hours,
In the symphony of time, she is both composer and conductor,
Seconds are notes on the infinite staff,
A journey through the corridors of an open mind.
Each petal a possibility, an allegory,
A story without beginning and without end,
Her existence woven with threads of light and shadow,
A labyrinth of thoughts flowing through the fluid present.
Time is not a wall, but a vast ocean,
Where she swims freely, defying gravity,
A soul singing its ballad under the changing sky,
Her moments measured not by clocks, but by the heart.
The deep breaths of the universe,
Heard through every whisper, every rustle,
A magical melancholic poem, an ode to undefeated life,
The river winding, seeking the endless sea.
A lusciously endowed beauty in a skimpy bikini
Makes me flip out, twirls the propeller on my beanie
A crossing of my eyes
Can't focus though I try
Movement is limited from my tiny zucchini
Before you cut your hair
it was a long river
for my swimming hands.
Now you bob your curls
and swirls,
yet your waves
are just as sweet.
Breath in, breath out
the tide ebbs in, and surges out,
flows and pauses.
Swings and seesaws rock, bounce and rebound,
up and down, in tick-tock metronome time.
Memories tug, get hugged,
then unclasp, withdraw and let go to fade.
Dreams materialize, then dissolve.
Laughter spits, splits, spills, gushes out,
echoes then wanes to abstain in a chuckle.
Hope flits and flickers like a candle flame
blown to quiver by a shaky breath expelled
while trying to blow
the flame of a birthday candle out.
For the cadence of existence
is a hymn tuned by a conductor's baton
a metric dance, set in a tango two-time step,
a soft-shoe tap rap
in between yesterday and tomorrow,
in between blinks, breath holds.
Nestled momentarily on-hold to pause,
in between the tugs and shoves
of feelings, emotions,
hopes, inspiration
faith and desire.
Hold your breath,
for a brief moment.
Take time to take in
all the ins and outs,
and the roundabout twirls,
that surround you,
while you go
with the flow.
Musical autumn leaves in slashes and swirls.
Flowing around me, making melodic curls.
Titters and skitters from mischievous squirrels,
What is more magical than September oak twirls?
frolicking faerie girl danced in the woods on a summer day
I love the way she twirls, laughs and moves with a sway
That was said by an elf, and a dwarf, two prominent fey
They adored her joy and loved her enthusiastic way