Best Urning Poems
Opening the dusty leather bound album
Lots of memories come flooding back
Dad had a lot more hair back then!
Proud parents when our son was born
How he’s grown into a delightful young man
Outings to the park with his little friends
Turning the pages I start to get quite teary
Old faces of loved ones no longer with us
Good friends and relations who have passed
Rich reminders of happy times in days gone by
Amazing events captured, frozen in time
Pages turned bring tears and laughter
How precious are all these moments
Snap some pictures today for you to share
ANY NEW ACROSTIC ABOUT NOSTALGIA Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
12/21/12
Categories:
urning, memory,
Form:
Acrostic
Quantum Nature
A quantum nature rules the sky,
Burning wavelengths at the noon,
Climbing south to reach up high,
Down in the west to setting tunes.
Evening is a glowing sight,
Festival of shadows long,
Golden tones of solar light,
Hues of sunset strong.
Indigo time comes around.
Just a little while it stays.
Kindly dusting streets and ground,
Leaves us and goes on its way.
Midnight’s song's mysterious so.
New day's nighttime is slate blue.
Oh, what spectrum soon to know,
Particles of dawn brand new.
Quantum nature is real pure,
Relying on laws day by day,
Showing us truly that it's sure
To tell us our world’s still OK.
9/3/16
CONTEST 254 Brian Strand
Categories:
urning, beauty, earth, nature, night,
Form:
Rhyme
Quote By Poet: "Beautiful little Butterfly trapezing your way through the air and the sky." Butterfly you are
Utterly pretty Trapezing your way through the air and the sky Turning and twisting around Every colorful flower
Rising up high then
Flying down very Low for all to see You take my breath away
Categories:
urning, flower, flying, fun, humor,
Form:
Acrostic
A pple pickers gaily riding in wagons, sipping cider along the way, headed for orchards, on a crisp, clear sunny day.
U mbrellas turned inside out when wily north winds blow, and sheets of rain, without refrain, follow all the way home.
T urning leaves of gold and crimson hues, ignite the woodlands and city parks, a spectacular, humbling view.
U mber swathes of color, spreading over marsh and field, extinguishing summers rainbow palette, bronzing acres without yield.
M ischievious squirrels scamper, hording acorns in winter nests and wooly bear caterpillars journey to their rest.
N ight rises, dropping a charcoal veil, a choir of crickets chirping, in the chilly autumn air.
Categories:
urning, autumn,
Form:
Acrostic
H azily, as nightfall glides ,I unlock the front-gate
O verwrought from drills of a riddled job,
M y toes stumble on scented violet buds
E nhancing gripped thoughts to drip-drop away.
S omehow, Mom’s roast chicken trails along
W here piano notes soften the blues… and there,
E merging through a hall; Oh Granpa appears
E ager to spend a ritual of my life’s rhapsody;
T urning my drones into an abode’s breezy song.
H eartfelt jousts ring to nourish time’s warmth,
O ften soothing an outer world, restless… yet this
M erriment flames brightly in this safe refuge,
E ver precious as restful chants of heaven’s lyre.
2/3/2016
Contest: Home Sweet Home Acrostic
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Categories:
urning, house, uplifting,
Form:
Acrostic
He was our best, an urn in time
With all the fragments of jewelled history
But now today hear how the bells chime
The griot's pen scroll another pain on memory.
For all his knowledge of the scrolls,
the dark charon came and rowed him away.
Surprise translates not in this expectation
urning lark song and sage alike.
The griot, `til his yes were dark as the underworld
of pyramid and tomb, had sung this strange thing
that substanced splendour and dread with a long shadow from the womb.
What is death? What is it to dread?
He who dead kingdoms studied should have known.
He should have seen the ages past and Egypt's glory gone.
Dread never did enter that granite mind amidst the crumbling
of black Atlantic pillars that bore the globe's splendour;
It eroded mortal heart and urned past. Some tolled sweat
to sing what time had done outside his fortress window.
O, he knew by heart how time imperial creeps
and set itself against all a man's desires, urning them.
Death is the coming of the night, the silence of the voice,
the fall of rage like leaf from a temple of a regret.
For all his griot days of song, he was sad to rejoice
now the past is dead, and no presence urns the void
Categories:
urning, black african american, death,
Form:
Free verse
A fter a long drive we arrive
N ice looking hotel reception
A feeling of sensual anticipation
U ndue pressures on our emotions
G irl hands over keys to lovers convention
H ug you close, touch to please
T urning into a wanton tease
Y ou open the door to let paradise release
W e let our bodies do the talking
E motion shaking fingers do the walking
E asily we touch to thrill
K nowing our love we will fulfill
E asing out of our clothes, nerves are seared
N estling my breasts with your beard
D arling all inhibitions have disappeared
A ll feelings of frustration no longer exist
W et with longing for much more than a kiss
A t home our loving was getting staid
Y et here we are getting well and truly laid
Just goes to show that a naughty weekend away can spice up your life.
Dated 6 February 2013.
Categories:
urning, love, longing, sensual,
Form:
Acrostic
Searchlight
S omethings in the air...I can just feel it, sense it...can't you?
E veryone, everywhere seems uneasy with unsatisfied yearnings
A bout answers to life's great questions that have been
R evealed, but are carefully concealed for good reason
C ould it be that our minds and the intentions of our
H eart, and it's true desires, are being examined by our Maker?
L ike a surgeon dissecting cutting away the corrupting elements
I nside the heart, trying to decipher what is
G oing on in our inner selves, our inner being
H appy is the person who searches for and keeps
T urning towards and responding to the light of his truth.
April 30,2016
Categories:
urning, character, desire, devotion, faith,
Form:
Acrostic
Blithesome autumn comes on cue
Each year to chase the heat away.
As summer starts to fade from view,
Unique fall will seize the day.
Turning leaves to brown and gold
Is one of autumn’s specialties.
Feel the air grow crisp and bold!
Utmost seasonal traits please
Lovers of how flannel feels,
Frost that glistens, “Trick or Treat!”
And families’ Thanksgiving meals.
Late autumn brings December’s beat.
Listen! It’s carols. Fall is complete!
September 8, 2018, entered in John Hamilton's Beautiful Fall Contest
September 10, 2018, entered in Brian Strand's Premiere contest
September 23, 2021
entered in Caren Krutsinger's Autumn Acrostic Poetry Contest
Categories:
urning, appreciation, autumn, beauty,
Form:
Acrostic
I illuminate myself with silence, listen to inner voice
Nurture my mind with positive energy and hope
Take some time to influence myself towards my goal
Ruminate on my actions, and strive for perfection
Outline my weak points, challenge myself to overcome
Self-examination gives me input needed for progress
Purifying mind, removing clutter of negative thoughts
Emerging with a desire to be better than yesterday
Correcting myself, bad choices are learning for future
Turning to my inner-self and searching answers
Into the mine of my soul I dig deep and contemplate
Once I overcome my inhibition and know my strengths
Nothing is impossible, believe in myself and stay focused
June 26, 2016.
Introspection-Acrostic - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Categories:
urning, introspection,
Form:
Acrostic
B urning embers growing dim
U sually would be suggesting
R esulting love affair diminishing
N ot in this case, the embers are making
I nteresting visions of love with their coals
N ow love is deep within their souls
G oing from strength to strength with no control
E ndless nights of breathless moaning deep
M aking love until saturated, too tired to sleep
B ecoming as one in mind and soul
E ntwined forever in lust and love, now are whole
R esulting in two becoming one
S ensually and sexually the battle for love is won
EMBERS BURNING BRIGHTLY FOREVER.
Penned by Seren Roberts
Categories:
urning, hope, love, love, strength,
Form:
Acrostic
Jack Frost was knocking on my window this morning,
And outside a blanket of white snow lay;
Captivating and dazzling in my backyard, and
Kissing my window with ice lace patterns.
Frozen lovely swirls, painted by Jack Frost,
Rap-a-tap, winter is here, oh that
Object d'art covered with snow is your car,
Shimmering in a coat of ice like frosting.
Turning, I climbed back into my cozy bed. With a sigh!
_________________________
November 27, 2015
Acrostic
For the contest, Acrostic: Jack Frost, sponsor, Shadow Hamilton
Fourth Place
Categories:
urning, snow, winter,
Form:
Acrostic
Urning A Living
Mary lives in a concrete urn of gray
Center stage in the red kitchen
Her husband stays at home next to her
They do not do dishes or anything any more
He too has an urn situated there along the floor
They adore each other
Mary pops her head up from the urn
Very slowly though
Conjures up a kiss for him
She calls it copulation or birth control
Mary watches her lover in snail like progression
Lift his head above his stone cold receptacle
Their mouths nearly touch
It is an incomplete transaction
On the sorted affair of sorts
The close, missed kiss, almost landed on the lips this time
Time is all they have while in existence
Existing in the finery of their urns inside the kitchen
There will be no babies, this, or any other year
It is very clear they are solid in their conviction
Solid and becoming more so
Turning into urn is their condition
We’ve come to learn and love them so
Categories:
urning, absence, care, fun, kiss,
Form:
Free verse
E very time you undress, I feel sweetly shocked
L ate nights into the deepest of fine wine
E uphoric moments I don't want no end, for you all mine
C loudy thickly for it feels rainy , turning off every LAN
T urning us on Is our heart beating as one
R oom full of peaches, sweet smelly fruity flavour
I ndistinct smooth slow voice of Phil Collins played through the speakers
C urrents from my cold lips all over your torso froze you up like snow
I naudibly audible were the words you chanted as you quiver
T otal overforwardness we journeyed into the abyss
Y earning for more electrified Electricity!
Categories:
urning, adventure, angel, anxiety, art,
Form:
Acrostic
M eaning one thing and saying another, those
I nsulting words that were never spoken
S urrendering to your own paranoia, not the truth
U ntrusting your soul, looking for what was
N ever intended so can never be found, yet
D iscovering it nonetheless, so you
E mpathise with yourself until you
R ealise that the mind can play games
S crabble with words
T urning them into your doubts:
A cknowledging the truth
D iscovering the mistake, your own
I rrational thoughts
N eeding to turn back time and start again
G iven another chance
Categories:
urning, life
Form:
Acrostic