Best Unwrinkled Poems
I've seen you through a past sunrise; sunshine.
You are like heat, warm to indulge in
Identify you, connect with you, and more.
Living in a world that is filled with poetry
Opening the skies is possible with just one kiss
Writing side-by-side continuously.
Intoxicated with illusions, swept away in seconds
In a separate universe, a different existence
I carry a pen that is a secret to my soul
Hidden in the recesses of thoughts.
A small gap, but worlds apart.
Two souls secretly filling a pool with thoughts
Allowing ourselves to be swept away by words.
Dominating the mind to chase and suit my mood
Allowing myself to take pleasure in your addiction
Writing 'WITH' throughout the years
You are the crush I can write endless stories about.
The rush of wild dreams, kind words, pouring like rain
Understanding and empathizing with each other's pain
Physically I can't hold you, but mentally, you hold a place.
You shine like a star when I'm in need
A simple hello opens the door, I've kept shut
Only you can intrude every year since we crossed pens
Imagine a lifetime captured by silence
Slowly trying to create words,
Outlining the shape of your thoughts
A crush, unwrinkled and without complaints.
~~~ By P.D.
Oh, that desperate ache
Each day that wakes
And that secret chamber of my
Beating heart occupied by your
Humble words were written for me
And captured my gaze
I see you across the painful horizon
But I still focus my eyes on
What my heart instantly felt
At the moment our connection melted
Into my searching soul
And made me almost whole
So do I consider myself a stalker
A Gawker or just a shy talker
Afraid to show this crush
Just how much I crave to touch
What seems untouchable
Is it really meant for me
So still I silently hover like
Another unfulfilled lover
As I pray she glances my way
And that smile that's lost
In all the weary miles
Breaks forth and blesses my day
~~~ Carl F.
Categories:
unwrinkled, adventure, appreciation, crush, cute
Form:
Free verse
Take these old hands into yours
remember how they felt when
they were unwrinkled and belonged
to a young girl.
Take this tired smile honey I know
you don't miss and see the temptation
of passion that even now old, burns with a
deep desire for your kiss.
Take my grey touched, raven hair
and let it dance through your fingers
as if you do not care.
Take these older hazel, green eyes
and see that when looking at you
they still youthfully shine.
Take this old heart for it is still yours
and lend to it the thought that I am
no matter how old, still the same,
your girl.
Categories:
unwrinkled, devotion, for him, i
Form:
Rhyme
In four days from today
I wish you well as you go, and you shall walk again
Through the shadow of the day
Where memory forever my spirit keep in chain
And you shall inhale once more
Jasmines naked and dancing to the silver moon
Or hear whispering for sure
The tides that salt us that unwrinkled June
And I shall be far away
Praying as I always pray, waiting your return
To mend broken gaps of day
While among the yellow leaves I walk and yearn
Do not forget me, dearest
Do not with moon or river wander far away
But on pillow of your breast
Give me my rest, give me my hope to play
For bird songs there I know rise
Like angels vestal choir, or sirens seductive song
May bring the heart new surprise
Against all witchery there, keep your love strong
Walk by lignum vitae bloom
Cradle the blue mountain misty morning shape
Tremble at its thunder boom
And toss your cares across the bright sunlit landscape
There is healing in that place
A certain balm, and invigorating freedom there
An edible sense of grace
So delicious to those who walk with feet bare
Like children before the change
And yet for all the beauty and the music I keep
Another memory strange
The place where in my arms a princess fell asleep
The place where your kiss became
The elixir for which kings and heroes search and died
Where first the stag was made tame
No other beauty there may so my joy provide.
Categories:
unwrinkled, nature, romance, travelbeauty, memory,
Form:
Verse
Living the dream, in your teens, not hardly.
If you forever found yourself back in time
but with memories of all that is lost, and
find you cannot even locate your Valentine,
even with your good looks, shipshape body,
your countenance would become crestfallen.
Missing the moments, did you live them at all.
You’d recall son and daughter, grands and all.
Would life still be grand when the moon falls?
The sun rose on the shoulders of her or him.
You’d talk for hours about this and that on whim.
It is the life lived and the hope of heaven to claim.
So even when your loved one dies, they exist.
But, if you find time has reversed, while you rehearse
your memories, with tears no one cares about,
‘sissy girl or sissy boy,’ because those teens
can’t relate to your old soul in a unwrinkled body,
because gram and gramps are just old.
Suddenly, your back, excited at your limp,
bags under the eyes, and the grands
run into your arms, or grab the VR, who cares -
your back…your back..oh your back…
Still you do the heavy lifting of the rich at heart,
heartily, tearfully (why are you crying, kid asks),
Living your dream at sixty-something, remembering
everything…well, not everything, but you smile
because you're golden, and what matters is life’s kiss.
Categories:
unwrinkled, age,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
It seems ages since we met over your long, golden hair
an hour glass on the table keeping the meter.
It seems like too many dress up doll days when we played
take me to the river but don’t get our feet wet.
It seems we lost our inner selves painting our faces
painting our nails, singing karaoke at the bars.
Oh, to regain those lost years of our youth, unwrinkled skin
turn back all the pages, like winding gold on a spindle.
Instead we have just leaves, grieves, and grandchildren
with their laser guns, plastic skin and smug attitudes.
They never challenged gamey little midgets with foul intent
they had us to pad them safely with money, love and scent.
Dear Rapunzel, do please let your hair down one more time
and play climb out of the cellar and up the apple tree with me.
Signed Your Dearest Play Mate.
Categories:
unwrinkled, beauty, childhood, fantasy, friendship,
Form:
Couplet
Rain rushed in like a concert audience.
There’s nothing calm about Spring’s arrival.
The specter gusts regrets and survival,
Strip limbs for whips — a sore obedience.
A path cut through, a cold subservience.
The robin’s heavy breast with cheep revival.*
A rose depressed in past Spring’s archival.
Absence of warmth, enrages audience.
A sip of dandelion wine — desire
spurs wholesome cheat, complete with snowy seeds.
Remembrance of unwrinkled hands - youth’s lore,
A marshmallow on spit, and rosy fire.
Enhance the peace and love of daisy beads.
Unwind the twister’s coil, unleash Spring’s core.
3/21/2018
Greg Cornish’s Petrarchan Sonnet contest
cheep - to utter faint shrill sounds : peep, to utter a single word or sound
(from Merriam Webster dictionary) Also mimics the word “cheap”
Categories:
unwrinkled, nature, storm, weather,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
Demitrios the golden Spartan captain sets sail for Italy
against the western wind; he will certainly mourn Piraeus,
and with sorrow-striken eyes, he'll invoke Poseidon.
Then he'll depart carrying the long hunting horn.
The small vessel will hold out and he won't fear waves,
but he laughs at Ares--who despises all kinds of irony.
Occasional gusts soothe the skin on his noble face,
unwrinkled and unrugged. Spring water should
quench his dry tongue; it's too warm and tasteless.
Stored in a huge amphora which depicts faces
of gods and warriors engaged in warfare,
it has the same warmth of the sweat that drips
from his hot forehead that has turned red.
Ahead, wisps of fog arise--an imagery whale.
Beyond there are perils and certain delights;
thoughts of danger will perturb him, thoughts
of discovery will enthrall him. He will be experiencing
them on his voyage--what he desires is smooth sailing.
He has heard of sirens and cyclops,
of fertile valleys and fields of yellow wheat;
of buffalos that roam, of goats and sheep that bleat.
How amazed he will be to find rocks
to build the New City*on that pristine shore--
he will declare his Queen sitting in the marble throne!
Demitrios the golden Spartan captain sets sail for Italy
to escape Achille's curse; he refuses to hide in the wooden horse,
he will never return to Greece. Athens and Sparta will not fight
with swords and arrows; their grand plan is to win war by deceit.
Cleverness will defeat the Trojans. Only Helena foresees the worse;
they don't heed her words--Troy will fall to the enemy.
* The New City: Neapolis ( Naples ).
Categories:
unwrinkled, character, city, conflict, courage,
Form:
Rhyme
Creasing Out Happiness
My little luxuries of life I refuse to barter
With Solomon's or Queen Sheba's treasures
Its ecstasy bewitches and beguiles me
As pirates to laden vessels to surfeit
Scrubbed and freshened from bath salts
I prepare for my vintage treat
The shaded candles are lit while
The fragrance of jasmine incense sticks
Stabilise my flickering thoughts
And in a loose kaftan I take my seat
My fingers lightly move to click the button
Soft meditative music plays on for few hours
As I sit in my comfortable position relaxed
My eyelids drop allowing my thoughts
To travel into the past pains, present turmoils
Until they start enjoying the sonority
Of the babbling waters, the tweets and whistles
I think of the beautiful holidays I had with the family
In all the beautiful locales elevating my joys
The creases on my brow get unwrinkled
And the heart floats in nature's midst knowing only bliss
The hours pass and I float out of my transcendence
In a daze feeling as weightless as the air, and I breathe light
I neatly fold my Kashmiri carpet, feeling healed
After listening to the calm transcendence of the binaural waves
April 15, 2016
Happiness Of Life
For Nayda Ivette Negron
Categories:
unwrinkled, beauty, feelings, happy, love,
Form:
Free verse
I travel alone in the trip of life
Jewelry left behind but diamonds in the eyes
With blisters in my heart and oxygen enough
To hover free over unwrinkled canyons
I live in my car hoarding childhood giggles
Pelicans are my new pen pals
- their fate collide with mine -
addicted to the current of an upside down planet
I keep on filming Life until I say...Good Bye...
Categories:
unwrinkled, life
Form:
Free verse
Flipped Hourglass
Bits of unwrinkled sand, harried ageless seconds,
Rush through a narrow neck
Pushing to birth
Moments of elegance or horror
Shoving aside other grains
Like words of regret flowing unrestricted
Into a ballet arabesque of transparent history
Irretrievable
Uncatchable
Lost like a tear drop in desert sea dances
Prodigals or prophets unable to caress or cling
Only rush headlong into the past.
When Heaven’s hand flips the hourglass
Second chances dash forward,
Free flowing jive of refreshed possibilities,
To animate a nameless tidal stream
In a cadence of options
That takes no long lost baggage
Through gravity’s flowing fountain
Irresistible
Unstoppable
Choreography of charity recaptured
That speaks in immutable tones
Of free flowing grace.
Each spiraling grain speaks of steps renewed
Waiting to articulate
Gliding strides of spoken blessing
Or pirouettes of consecration
As one grain falls upon another
In a transparent time window,
With intervals of oblation tarantellas,
Irrepressible
Uncontainable
Until the dance routine runs its course
Dancers lie inert to hear echoes of eternity whisper
“Save your last dance for me.”
2-9-22
Contest: This or That
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen: Flipped Hour Glass
Categories:
unwrinkled, dance, life, time,
Form:
Free verse
(for all poets who cannot stop revising)
I am not finished
I am never finished
In the poet’s head
I am kneaded indefinitely
I am not finished
often typed
put in writing
spread imaginary
I am always one step
ahead of the poet
I am never finished
forever young
because the poet
smooths my wrinkles
forever and ever
But am I finished
when the poet is finished?
Or do I get a legal guardian
and an unwrinkled future?
Categories:
unwrinkled, art, passion,
Form:
Free verse
Intimate cushion of your embrace
Eyes open and cocoon was just a farce
Elapsed moment a dream
Present abode like any other place
Absent mortal impression on sheets unwrinkled
Madeup lodging, your absence more pellucid
Arrogance, an escort to rising phoenix
To other's sensitivities, response less jumbled
Swamped in syrup of shattered illusion
Alas, intelligence in shade of celestial govern
Sequences escalate, wisdom unsanctioned
Streamlines quill in a marathon sea of expression
Awaiting the echo of love
One's choice worthy despite your defiance
For even though seems like eons
Still young, vehemence of one's emotions
A taste of air, par horizon
Categories:
unwrinkled, emotions, lost love, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
FAR AWAY
shell necklaces tinkle
palms and fingers tell a story
awkward hips expound
humidity low in Waikiki
the eighties so far away
our garlands in our grasp
with cherub smiles
holding unwrinkled hands
in an exotic land
we call our home
little ones shall forget
the sound of the sea
my sailor cap
boogie boards slapping
the waves
warm sand beneath their toes
we keep in touch with sentimental
stories navy brats really don’t understand
pearl harbor after the war
my mind wanders
seeing a minute engraving ~
picturing a bomb and 1941
life goes on and on
meeting up with us
~~ passing us by
7/10/2017
Categories:
unwrinkled,
Form:
Free verse
Welcome 2017
2016;
A year of tribulations and blessings
Bring in an end to the tribulations with a new dawn
Dawn of a new day, a New Year, and many more to come
With scents of new roses before me with the new sun
Blessings to carry on
I choose to wear pure white and unwrinkled
Leaving the raven shadows behind with no fear
Fearing not the welcoming light at the end of the tunnel
Tunnel opens;
For
I have the warmth of the sun to enkindle
Clearing the way with one step in front of the other
Wave goodbye to the end of 2016
Enliven 2017
12/31/2016
Categories:
unwrinkled, change, life, new year,
Form:
Free verse
Luxurious intentions looking for balance
I crave purity in a world full of dust
Being reborn stirs up deja vu's
Relentless, Dark Evil throws weights on my scale
Angels descend remolding my Soul...
I travel alone in the trip of life
Jewelry left behind but diamonds in the eyes
With blisters in my heart and oxygen enough
To hover freely over unwrinkled canyons
I live in my car hoarding childhood giggles
Pelicans are my new pen pals
- their fate collide with mine -
addicted to the current of an upside down planet
I keep on filming Life until I say...Good Bye...
by: iolanda scripca
for Nette's "Zodiac Zones"
Categories:
unwrinkled, life
Form:
Free verse