Best Vivacity Poems
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(PoetrySoup Format)
. . . smooth shades secretly serenade,
blush and blend, to send vivid vivacity.
- a masterpiece in the making -
like a painter posing with a palette,
matching the mood
of cream and Burgundy
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Summer shimmers, sharing a savory sweetness,
the sultry Saturn sunrise, swaddles a Sangria sunset
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Fall, into me,
beyond the ambiance of Autumn
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like the poised position,
of a poet with a pen,
simply sculpting shapes;
softly scribbling shadows within
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A romantic/seasonal scribble
- Fall into my love, the love and mood of the season -
Perhaps both
Categories:
vivacity, imagery, love, poetry, romantic,
Form:
Free verse
You want to fade away?
Want to be that distant star
That brings about perplexity
It’s not who you are
You were never intended to be
Just a distant star
Your light shines through
Without you knowing
Those around you feel your warmth
Others see it,
Others wonder; in amazement
What creates the radiance?
The vivacity,
Your natural glow
Like a second skin –
You encompass
Without drowning those around you
Adequate provision to make them feel
The wealth of being treasured
Without losing their identity
Fading away is impossible
You shine without being overbearing
Just enough to make everyone feel loved
©161020082013
Categories:
vivacity, friendship, love,
Form:
Free verse
What is it about taking your final breath?
What does it mean; the life of death…
The energy in the end of one’s existence,
has been a conundrum full of resistance.
A body expired can be a spirit full of gain,
a human lifeless is where vitality can remain.
I think that there’s vivacity in dying in vain.
Vigor in silence if a soul’s in compliance,
where the sun and rain form an alliance.
An entity can be free in death if at peace,
where misery and agony seem to cease.
A lonely soul’s torment can be put at ease.
The living and dying, the smiling and crying,
there’s balance in the storm and in the drying.
There’s a sparkle in death when life had zest,
and joy when your heart is finally put to rest.
We all ache for our souls to be finally blessed.
Taking your last breath, what does that mean?
It’s the longing of our bodies to perished clean.
The Life of Death Contest
Anthonoy Slausen
April 1, 2018
Categories:
vivacity, death, life,
Form:
Rhyme
My Gallery
In upper part of my body
A cognitive bell rings
From a dial-up connection
of live wires
The modem is working just
To repeatedly provide
the facsimile of
Barren and bald paths
Inner lumbering of daily freight
Coiling, clutching upward
There is no vivacity
The vital force has parasited
How I inhale life?
My days and nights are bolted
Inside a brain cell,
My voice has held back
It lays a plan to brawl my soul
Residing in my own skull
Dictates notes imitating my tone
I couldn’t disintegrate my recall
As my shadow has left me
There remains Just I, me and myself,
Why is my brain a black hole?
Could it not be a universe?
Of a constellation of migraine, tablets
Syringe, backache and insomnia
Dream has become a dead pattern
As worn out as fossil led glow
Everything has become identical
Except the weight of consequence
That has variations of endurance
As I go through perdition
My imbalance will be rectified
Hang my art on the wall
As after allotted time
My gallery will end
Categories:
vivacity, 12th grade, body, conflict,
Form:
Blank verse
sometimes I need to be
very in your face
make myself heard
let out that roar
and drama it up a score
the need for more
at the core
more intensity
vivacity
high voltage vibrancy
more "live it to the max" volitility
I'm here
right in your face
no comfort zone space
social media mad
posting the good
berating the bad
advocating this and that
slap in the face reality queen
believing she can make a difference
change the world philosophy
makin it reality
that's me
at other times
like a vapor, I rise
no trace of me
just a peripheral entity
no image
no sound
no feet on the ground
there but not there
giving all I've got
to float free from this spot
deactivate, hide
fight to stay alive
comatose complacency
that's me
strange...
the "in your face"
and "no trace" girl
both are....me
can you see?
Now...
in all honesty
in vital veracity
tell me...
who do you want me to be?
Eileen Manassian
Categories:
vivacity, confusion, identity,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
I am the reminiscence of you, since you were once me –
stirred among the strings of sense.
I am the reminiscence of everything you love,
since the vivacity of things you praise most.
I remind you of dark of the sky enlivened by stars, blue,
Or grey miasmas scurrying towards the horizon.
Or I remind you of undaunted tide of time clenching fist against you,
Or perhaps, I remind you of the marionettes of dead
Danced by twisted delusions.
Perhaps I am horror to you, or joy
Of trivial surprises which you long for with avidity,
But cannot quench your insatiable thirst.
Perhaps I am your reminiscence, really,
Of stardust slowly fading somewhere in your past sojourns.
Yet I could have been me apart from your reminiscence,
Instead of an endless strive of hauling eyes above the sea of us,
As I know, the corpse of poets’ floats for a show
While the living ones are dragged down to be trampled.
Categories:
vivacity, senses,
Form:
Free verse
Amidst the amazing aroma of the angelic sticks
Cheering along the chants of charismatic priests
Promising on the petals of pearly purity
You said, "I LOVE YOU"
During the dreadful dreams of dying waves
Glancing through the glass of dry gloomy grass
Lifting me up into the light of lively land
You said "I LOVE YOU"
Fondling my feathery feet with your fancy fingers
Twisting your tangy thumb into my twirled curls
Scrawling your signature on my splendid smile
You said "I LOVE YOU"
Searching for the sensibility behind the madness of your words
Enjoying the ecstasy of our bond enriched with folly fights
Roistering the roller coaster ride at the royal stage of your vivacity
I solemnly stoop before your solicitude to say,
I LIVE FOR YOU.
Prick up your ears my darling
Open wide your eyes my poppet
Unlock the hatch of your heart my swain
Look into my eyes,
Slide deep into my nerves,
Feel the warmth of my blood
You will realise that
I AM ALL YOURS.
Categories:
vivacity, love,
Form:
Rhyme
I yearn to know Him
Better than I can explain
Assuring my heart and soul
Of love that is filled with hope
Love that is always in control
Of my words, my thoughts
Every part of my heart
I yearn to show Him
Just how much I love Him
How deeply I need to express
The wonder of His grace
The music pouring from His
Warm and welcome arms
The feelings that I know
Glow brighter than the sun
Raining faith into my soul
Filling me with insight, light
That brightens my entire life
I yearn to grow in Him
With beautiful dreams so alive
They fulfill all my heart’s thirsts
For a drink of something soothing
Comfort that keeps me assured
That His love is always inside me
Thriving, inspiring, guiding me
Toward a better way, a new day
The opportunity to always say
He is light – He is love
He is the grace that portrays
All the beauty and wonder
Of a love that is always kind
A love that is full and alive
A love that will forever survive
I yearn to bestow on Him
The brilliance of joy He stirs
The creativity He inspires
The motivation He awakens
The vision of hope and faith
The revelation of His grace
Flowing through my veins
As His redeeming blood floods
Over my soul, cleansing me
Of the sin that lives within
Where I need Him to show me
The way toward love that glows
On my heart, soul and life
Love that is forever vibrant
I yearn to shadow Him through life
Building my faith around His sparkle
My hope around His vivacity, His wonder
My love around His promises to me
Promises to never leave me nor forsake me
To always be available, a friend until the end
Never letting me down – always abounding
With unconditional love – love that I can believe in
Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee. - Hebrews 13:5 KJV
Categories:
vivacity, blessing, christian, faith, hope,
Form:
Free verse
Arising in softest sapphire,
Shimmery as the night,
Inviting silence to release her,
Tears flowing, thick and sincere,
Breaking through melancholy,
Trembling with dark dread,
Erasing all the soul’s vivacity –
Erasing the existence of her memories.
Appearing in somber ashen,
Overcast by doubts – catastrophe,
Shrinking beneath seas of dejection,
Unwarranted shadows,
Casting careless heartaches,
Destined to fail – the misery so real,
Unwelcome as the tears, trailing,
Like dew, soft and soothing,
Pulsating through the veins who remember…
Ascending in the lost hues,
Dusky death, her faded words so wrong,
Like a sad, sad song…
Lingering on the soul, deaf
To the colors of hope, the vibrant
Charms of cheery gold and bubbly rose,
Healing the heart, risking all the beautiful
For the moments when pleasant feelings
Fall, like rain – softly blessing away all fear,
Washing away the pain with a breath,
Gasping for the moments before death,
Stole the laughter from the dreams,
The sensitivity from the subtle memories.
Climbing the moments before grief
Struck the soul with its night,
Reminding that autumn, yes, the fall…
She always comes to call,
Leaving only the naked branches,
The whispers of wind, caressing the still
Cool blessings, tenderly
Like a flowing grace, abiding
Pouring out her promises of life
Even after the graveside service has drained,
All the beautiful from the colors,
Colors of grief, meant to bring a heart peace.
Yes, these colors of grief,
They’ll always abide to relieve,
Comforting the souls who can see past –
The loss, into the promise of heaven eternal.
Listen to the aching prayers, the promise is there,
Alive in the memories, in the gentleness,
Where a still reflection of God’s breathless harmony –
Kisses away every anxiety,
Reassures and consoles, lightens the heaviest loads,
With the promise of a home with Him in heaven above,
A home made of His pure, sweet love!
Categories:
vivacity, appreciation, christian, death, funeral,
Form:
Free verse
An enchanted fairy-tale, a dreamlike state is my mind preoccupied without you
lying next to me.
Magical orbs are elements of love and the essence of paradise.
I was charmed by your smile and your gentle embrace captured my mind.
As celestial bodies, life revolves.
Delightful and fulfilled is memory of the years we had together.
What a shame it is we cannot reunite because of your sexual choices.
Was it that I did not satisfy your inner person?
Just wanted to let you know you are always a part of my thoughts and my
intuition.
You chose priesthood because you felt you had a greater purpose.
What does the future hold is questionable.
I am practicing celibacy also.
Without your vivacity, lethargy I feel.
My mind is set to find an exceptional man.
You where that love and now you are saved.
I am not afraid to uncage.
I want you to know I think of you and find inner peace from all that is true.
If ever I falter, I will follow your path.
This is because you believe in a greater purpose that is so incline to achieve the sensational bliss.
Love, our existence links.
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Contest Name: I THINK OF YOU
Penned February 12, 2015!
Categories:
vivacity, baptism, blessing, courage, faith,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
IMPRISONED (collaboration)
by~ Jun-jun Villanueva
Urbane cavalcade - flaunt in gaiety
Warbling hymns in ego - cyclicity
Jigging gracile moves in vivacity
Relishing in zest in this gravity
Kinsfolk in flamboyant fete - oh its fate?
Smiles, elation in face delineate
Like nothing's wrong makes me exasperate
No one cares? No one adores? it's too late
Recurrent nightmares peeve me in sublime
Making incubuses remorse in rhyme
Bequeathing qualm, fright and fear - death like crime
Kith and kin in laughs while I'm in grave time...
by~ Poet Destroyer
Twittering chime parade of glee
Unspectacular weed flowing trough me.
Boxed in a box like a tick or flea.
No one understands- what they can't see!
Outside myself holding my breath-
Or should I say what is left?
Trapping torment with false courtesy.
Preexisted past, without certainty.
Locked in a sanctuary grave of ivory ribs,
My life in a vault- trashed crib.
Feet lashing against my skin.
Twirling the rootless valves of sin.
No one cares! No one adores!
My prison trash coffin brought ashore.
A collaboration with * Jun-jun Villanueva
My collaboration contest
Categories:
vivacity, life, grave, me,
Form:
Couplet
Among the flowers of beauty bright,
Upon leaves of green I sight
Graceful webs of intricate fashion
Of labor and of passion.
No architect so proud can craft this shroud;
Its sticky vines of ensnaring gloom
Tell little of an impending doom.
Hidden fangs await the unwary,
The thirsty, the greedy;
Entangled vivacity thrashes about
With a dreadful shout.
The spider’s banquet is short and rich
As it savors every twitch.
No prying eye will dare to spy
On death’s descending cry.
At dusk it drops from a canopy sky
To taste the spoils from its ravenous eyes.
Death wrangles a martyr, wraps it in twine
Then dangles it from a vine.
Flowering sprouts enjoy the morn,
Marveling at the horde of spiders born.
A cloud of spiders take to flight
On currents of air lassoed
Just right.
Categories:
vivacity, metaphor, nature,
Form:
Narrative
Celebrations galore
throughout the hemisphere
worldly delight
Bright sunny day
temperatures mild
blissful happenings
Joyous occasion
bolstering freedom
laughs and smiles
Universal principles
thorough determination
brings vivacity
The wind
from heaven's height
filled with happiness, gaiety
Life's responsibilities
can at times
be pleasurable
Evening fosters a
delightful night
enjoying placidity
Categories:
vivacity, celebration, fun, holiday, ,
Form:
Haiku
I am drizzled from thoughts that the heart footholds
With words of wisdom which are pure as gold
And as I form into an underlying phrase
Every sentence takes it’s own place
With rhymes of words dancing on the page
Every formation is imbedded to the base
With librettos of connotation revolutionising the trace
The vivacity of the ode slowly gets into shape
And once the ode is born with complete faith
The poem is made and that’s the face
- Sherwin Fernandes
Categories:
vivacity, cool, crazy, creation,
Form:
Free verse
Gazing into a clear lake pool . . .
I saw a reflection of my life before me.
The gaze and what I saw depicted . . .
A progression of past life experiences.
I savored the funny and kind moments . . .
Looked despairingly on the difficult moments.
This gaze into the mirror of my soul . . .
Astounds and confounds me still today.
And the knowledge that we are all . . .
Much more than the sum of our parts,
Means so much more to me today.
What I’ve learned are six things . . .
Ignorance begets Stupidity,
Knowledge begets Wisdom,
Inspiration begets Creativity,
Light begets Illumination,
Passion begets Vivacity,
Love begets Happiness (but not all the time).
To know yourself . . .
You must see and sense yourself
In the mirror of your own soul.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany
(September 28, 2014) (Free Verse poetic format)
Categories:
vivacity, allegory, change, conflict, emotions,
Form:
Free verse