Best Vigorous Poems
In my silent sanctuary,
my poetic garden blooms like sun kissed seeds,
carefully placed under a quilt of soil,
sprinkled with holy water.
In the vividness of morning mist,
spring dew drops are like crystals,
sparkling on greens of grass,
ready to vaporize virgin fibers,
as I spill idyllic ink upon each strand.
My muse is an enchanted forest,
where blooming butterflies kiss blushing blossoms,
as my thoughts spread like perky petals,
in shades of amethyst, ruby and sapphire,
mirroring the illuminations of my heart.
I smile at April showers.
In each drop there is mercy,
as I believe there is an adversity in poetry,
where words form like the most vigorous flowers.
The Silent One
6 April 2021
Categories:
vigorous, assonance, philosophy, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Courage is understanding
and confronting reality...
Cowardliness wounds us with its lies,
courage binds us in its Grace...
The moral courage to share love is in and
of itself our most vigorous defense of fear...
Self-respect can be lost
in the cowardice of silence...
Bravery bears no chain of betrayal...
The pain of failure is
the most useful tool of courage...
God did not endow us with the will to die
but with the courage we bring to living...
Fear could be an extraordinary opportunity
that may never be presented to us again, seize it...
The purest form of bravery
lives in an artist's heart...
12/13/2016
Categories:
vigorous, courage,
Form:
Free verse
It is in the grey of icy evenings
When those dimly-lit wishes seem to fade,
A bitter nip, a woe this season brings
The chafing of hope's ardor, delayed.
Even though I grieve during the passage
Of summer’s festive and vigorous trails
How could I not ponder on this new stage;
As the quiet of misty Fall unveils
Reflective pauses where breaths gently ease
The dark and long wait of unanswered squall;
Endowing thoughts with a hymnal reprise
And, guiding stillness with poise that enthrals.
It must be the cold flakes in dusk-like stent
That restores hope with godly contentment.
Sara Kendrick’s A Penny For Your Thoughts Contest
“Hope is faith holding out its hand
in the dark.” ~George Iles
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by nette onclaud
3/20/2015
Categories:
vigorous, deep, hope,
Form:
Sonnet
Intensive spring, her season of flower,
Full vigorous essence, beauty's wonder,
Horizon of womanhood - her power
Intimidated me, mind asunder.
Her lips so soft but pressing pleasant there,
No way could I repay her art's measure,
Such opened passion - more than I could bear,
No full reply had I to this treasure.
She sensed my frailty in the interplay,
All then was lost, the moment cast aside,
Time could not hold the pace, she fell away,
So go then, little boy, you run and hide.
Now decades later, I can only sigh,
Best day of my life, ready not was I.
December 9, 2016
For Sara Kendrick's contest - 'Three Choices Plus Two Which Equals Five Or I Haven't Got a Clue' (Pandora's Box version).
Categories:
vigorous, fear, love, passion,
Form:
Sonnet
His rheumy eyes film over and he brushes away a tear
with the age-spotted back of his hand.
He watches himself as a young man –
handsome, vigorous, full of joie de vivre.
The members of his orchestra now arthritic.
Or ashes long since scattered into oblivion,
like the beautiful soprano in the film.
But for the duration of the archive footage
they are all young again.
The film ends and their philharmonic youth
is silent memory once more.
He struggles to press rewind but his gnarled finger
presses fast-forward by mistake.
He thinks that time has been on fast-forward
and wishes he could find the rewind control for his life.
With a sigh, he presses play and fades away,
watching his immortal youth.
Categories:
vigorous, lifefilm,
Form:
Free verse
Line of enquiry:
Instrumentalising mind, I rested thought
employing it only when needed
shifting to heart, I became self-taught
gentling touch, voice of conscience heeded.
Intellect and intuition are like a sword and shield.
One cuts through darkness to bring clarity,
the other is an internal compass protecting the lost.
Both are formed polished, vigorous and gallant,
but through the struggles of each battle,
become ineffective when not revived.
My mind plays like a piano
and I am its pianist.
When I sit upon the cliffs of doubt,
it seems to be sleepwalking into a
chaotic jungle of consciousness,
where the symphony ignores the song sheet.
I don't want my words to be forgotten.
There is no reality in this reverie,
so the soul yearns to be free,
like a seagull soaring above stormy seas,
towards a sapphire and ivory skyline.
Sometimes skies can resemble fire,
where flames appear too strong,
so my internal wings seek refuge.
To heal from the noise, I lose myself
in the stillness of solitude.
In my loneliness, ego screams,
so I escape from this echo chamber,
by starving it from unworthy self praise
but if I do not love myself,
who will love me?
When dwelling upon the mountain of overthinking,
my spirit is unable to adapt to the flutes of fate,
but I ignore the provocation of poison.
I listen to the musicality of my heart,
releasing the strings of attachment.
I burn myself to light up the blackness,
composing lyrics from adversity's lessons.
I am a metaphor for a star,
touching the divine horizons,
sparkling, but still learning from the
'see saw' emotions of my heart and mind.
We are all carpenters in life,
with different tools to master our minds,
trying to control the outlook of our emotions.
As rivers of wisdom integrate smoother,
when we build bridges of compassion over them.
Categories:
vigorous, allusion, introspection, perspective,
Form:
Didactic
She is not defined by poetry alone
born a dreamer in a realist family of drones
they made her adept, at many things ;
Patchwork designs of beauty she did make
with quilted fingers of youth and vigorous eye
Lattice thoughts that mounted to the sky
were crushed by patriarchal smudges
still, she balanced the beam and walked
on a tightrope everyday singing out her song
of sweet belong ;
Dipping her tears in the quiet lake of solitude.
she heard the soul quake "Bring it home girl "
and so she did. Picking up her favorite pen
she hid in her room and practiced her
signature until it flourished without grit.
No she is not defined by poetry alone
but, she sure knows how to bring it home.
Dec. 23, 2018
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Contest: you are not defined by
Categories:
vigorous, identity,
Form:
Free verse
In a vampish way, the moon erupts from the sea
pirouetting across white cap and trough valley
through an impassioned performance of love set free
in a vampish way.
A persistent tease, she sets her mind to dally
with Eros’ desirous heart as her victory,
only to break it with her vigorous sally.
Darkened midnight skies find her in malicious glee
as she counts coup for a final mental tally
and she continues en l’air on her odyssey
in a vampish way.
Categories:
vigorous, environment, god, moon, night,
Form:
Roundel
Before you I am your canvas blank
Delicately to paint linear and in liquid hues
Dripping and splashing we two drank
Forceful stimulated strokes you use
Layering the colors upon my surface
With a precision your brush does flow
Emphasis laid on expressive purpose
As your artistic viewing eye grows
Articulate precisely what you paint
Evoking sensuousness as you drip
Vigorous sweeping technique no restraint
Finesse done with your own workmanship
When strokes become feverous and fast
To the last stroke felt with ecstasy
To add your very own lust contrast
Finally leaving us right here at ease
Contest; Metaphor of love
Sponsor: Bobby.May
Date; 11/1/2019
Categories:
vigorous, love, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
Thank you Lord,
for another day of health.
More social distancing,
accompanied by vigorous stealth.
I'm thankful for you,
and your life that you gave.
Thank you for living in my heart,
and protecting me from life's deprave.
Please give me strength,
to carry on in these times.
I pray oh Lord,
please hear me in these lines.
I know I'm not worthy,
of your love that you give.
Thank you for another day,
and this life I now live.
Categories:
vigorous, prayer,
Form:
Rhyme
Pele, Goddess of Fire
First fire surges from the inner Earth.
Island waters greet the fire goddess
Risen from Earth's fiery core, her birth,
Endows with lava, land from her first kiss.
Exploding from a volcanic shower
Earth spews fire as Pele emerges...
Her hair glows golden in the twilight hour,
Streaming slowly as her passion surges.
Gracefully she moves and quietly creeps
On her burning path toward silver sea.
Wanting all things that she covers, she keeps.
Pele's steamy kisses saved for the sea.
Sorrow's shadowed Pele for timeless years.
Sadness is seen in her ebony tears.
April 30, 2016
ELEMENTS Part 4: Fire - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Brian Davey
*Pele's hair is a form of lava. It is named after Pele, the Hawaiian goddess of volcanoes. It can be defined as volcanic glass fibers or thin strands of volcanic glass (Shimozuru, 1994). The strands are formed through the stretching of molten basaltic glass from lava, usually from lava fountains, lava cascades, and vigorous lava flows.
*Pele's tears
Pele’s tears is a geological term for small pieces of solidified lava drops formed when airborne particles of molten material fuse into tearlike drops of volcanic glass. Pele’s tears are jet black in color and are often found on one end of a strand of Pele's hair. Pele's tears is primarily a scientific term used by volcanologists.
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http://www.coffeetimes.com/pele.htm (Story of Goddess Pele)
Categories:
vigorous, culture, fire,
Form:
Sonnet
Merry trumpet, sassy saxophone
Stand poised in the quaint jazz room,
waiting on their music men
to begin their heartfelt tunes.
Bold drums awaiting patiently
For slim sturdy wooden sticks,
to beat rhythm on their tummies
and give all fun loving kicks.
Great tuba's vigorous chiming voice
so deep and oh so grand!
Brings heart and soul and humor
To the jolly good brass band.
Round banjo with its steely strings
gets plucked and strummed with joy
As it sounds those fun and lively tunes
that we hum and so enjoy.
Majestic piano's harmonic keys,
Tap melodious magnificient airs
Reverberating ubiquitously,
By the maestro graced with flair.
In delightful unison they permeate our souls,
These musical masters and their wares.
Give glory to our "Ultimate Composer",
Whose creations are so debonair.
May 13, 2016
(Revised December 2016)
Categories:
vigorous, celebration, kids,
Form:
Rhyme
There’s a deathly silence
in the aging night of the living,
a rasp of breath sneaks
out across the candid moor,
like the wail that fails
the carousel of life!
The vigorous wind
slaps the face
creates sensibility
makes the world go away,
life is a continuous storm
clear skies always on the horizon
only when she smiles
does the sunshine.
The poison within
the mind in constant need,
if only to forget the good times
when strolling in summer madness,
simplicity down school lane
nature’s betrayal ever so subtle
after all, one just wanted
to touch the moment!
© Harry J Horsman 2000
Categories:
vigorous, remember,
Form:
Free verse
The fire crackled and spat out embers
that gleamed brightly in the hearth.
Yet unattended they soon died away
to become dull grey ash particles.
Just like a fire need laying and tending
so too does love to help it strongly flourish.
Careful layering of dry tinder and
a few wisps of newspaper tightly curled.
Twigs and small branches added next
then a flame is held out until it ignites.
Take care to nourish your love
and show them sweet tenderness.
Gentle fanning growing more vigorous
as all starts to catch with a happy roar.
Feed it well and soak up its heat
and watch as shadows flicker on walls.
Bank it up well so it slowly smoulders
throughout the night. Fan the embers
and watch the flames slowly revive
just like love does when cared for.
Bask together in its glow
as it consumes and flourishes.
Filling you with love eternal
as you grow old together.
Categories:
vigorous, fire, love,
Form:
Verse
Love multiplied, your first crying sound
Eyes opening to the world around
To gaze at your newborn face, the sensation
That of peering down the generations
In our lineage, conditions to fear
Now more worried, each passing year
Giving up, choices breaking trust
Girlhood dreams begin to combust
Officer, with whom we discussed
Young womanhood beginning wrongly
Fell temptations pull you away
Although it pains all of us, strongly
For now, with others you must stay
Cherry blossom sun
Broadest smile, to me you run
Vigorous hug, love
4/12/16
For Contest: Letting Go, Three Form Style
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Categories:
vigorous, children, daughter, journey, life,
Form:
Verse