Best Vivifies Poems
You never forget your first love. by poet
How can I ever forget my lovely first love.
Spring vivifies blossoms with dancing hues
As we were picking jonquils wild,
From curving lanes up high.
The balmy breeze blew softly o'er the greenish hills
And there we met where yellow jonquils grew.
I stared at her, strangers coming out of the blue.
Hearing sparrows singing over the rills,
Shyly I stared up to the sky,
Her smile so sweet, so mild,
She was a majestic picture of vibrant views.
That she'll be mine I prayed to the above.
Would our sympathies fit like any tender glove?
Lambent yet warm I was sure what to choose.
My heart was beating like a child.
I urged myself to try.
I took her hand and meandered towards the mills.
I proposed, joyfully she said yes too.
26 December 2020
Placed 1
A Little Memory - My Invented Form - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Categories:
vivifies, flower, love, proposal,
Form:
Rhyme
I like it when she talks
I like the way her hands fly through the air, animating, orchestrating a ballad of colourful characters, each word coupled with a swoop or sway or swing or charade.
I like the way her face vivifies as she speaks;
I like the way her eyes ignite, wild flares of delight, a world brimming with bliss behind each hazel iris.
I could gaze into the welcoming warmth of her eyes for an eternity - I would if I could.
I love her voice, but as I listen it soon fades into a sweet symphony of soft nothings, and before long I'm lost, lost in the dreamy embrace of her face and her eyes, and space and time is frozen in place, sublime,
and I like it.
She pauses, and I'm found again.
"Why do you look at me like that?"
Then her dimples appear, summoning a chorus of giggles, and my skin wriggles and tickles with pins and needles. My stomach knots, brimming with butterflies, and as they flutter and fly my mind whirs in stuttered surprise, my heart pounding, my lips dry.
Because her laugh makes my mind fuzz, and her touch makes my skin buzz, and when her cheeks blush I get goosebumps, and if I speak there's a chance I'll mess this up.
So I say nothing.
I answer with a smile, and she replies with her own, and continues her tall tales and anecdotes.
Her hands resume their dance, and I'm lost in my trance of euphoric romance,
Her eyes revitalize, back alive, enlightened, a gateway to hazy horizons and shining diamonds.
And she talks.
And I listen.
And I like it.
Categories:
vivifies, beautiful, beauty, cute love,
Form:
William Shakespeare is my favourate poet!
It does not need a thousand poems, dear,
to prove that William Shakespeare
is a scintillating poet, nor does it require
him to write so many sonnets or tire
His ambidextrous pen and his gifted wrist
writing romantic ballads with a twist
in the end – his poems vivifies the air,
especially when his poetry is about despair.
William Shakespeare is my favourate poet of all days;
I like how he writes, his styles and his ways;
his poems written with words embellished,
with his thoughts and his ideas dearly wished –
His imagery is pure, his emotions are raw,
a tale of poems that always make my day so braw;
as fair enough twice the generosity of the sea,
Sterling I say, to make him my favourate poet be;
From how he wrote ‘Shall I compare thee. . .’
To how he structured his poem ‘Soliloquy’,
And won people’s hearts with ‘Let me not to the marriage of True minds’,
When he said, I quote: ‘Which alters when alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove. Oh no!’
William Shakespeare, this poet was such a pro –
He owed the world definitions of his words of charm,
which always but so puzzled the mind though meant no harm.
His antique English inspired and fascinated me to read his work,
His sonnets, full of metaphors and similes that evermore but had his back –
Tell you what, no poet can write close to how Shakespeare ever wrote,
For the master of poetry ever lived and died, and vanished with a quote.
That is, inter alia, why William Shakespeare is my favourate poet!
Categories:
vivifies, inspiration,
Form:
How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Call of hope
After the world turned dark
How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Healing words
Made from
Angel heart
Oh, her chocolate whisper
Warm convincing breeze
Oh, her breathy laughter
In the shadow of my need
Don’t you hear the voice?
Save you from despair
Don’t you hear the voice?
Sent by ghosts who care
Don’t you hear the voice?
Rises like a prayer
Come to rescue you
From your earthly snare
How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Call of hope
Kissed my tears away
How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Now I dance
To a magic serenade
Don’t you hear the voice?
Memories of home
Don’t you hear the voice?
Pretty as a poem
Don’t you hear the voice?
Vivifies your soul
Bathes you in a pool
Love you’ve never known
How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Call of hope
After the world turned dark
Voice inside the darkness
Gets into my head
Lady caller,
Take me, take me
To your bed
Voice inside the darkness
Gets into my head
Lady caller
Raise me, raise me
From the dead
Voice inside the darkness
Gets into my head
Categories:
vivifies, angst, depression, hope, introspection,
Form:
Ballad
"The streams are my veins."
God search begin, by choosing quietude;
All that remains, is consciousness aware.
With bliss mists ethereal, heart’s imbued,
As love in love with love, with love does pair.
Our form’s forged from earth, water, fire and air,
Enslaved by lower mind, whose thinking’s crude,
Enmeshing our soul in thought spirals snare.
God search begin, by choosing quietude.
Thus, mind no longer to illusions glued,
We set to rest ego spawned thought form snare,
Negating fears and desires that intrude;
All that remains, is consciousness aware.
Stream of liquid light, pure beyond compare,
Nectar of God, makes rapturous our mood,
Wherein innocently choosing to dare,
With bliss mists ethereal, heart’s imbued.
Moment to moment, bliss beats are renewed,
With God Himself, in heart taking the chair,
That we imbibe His grace with gratitude,
As love in love with love, with love does pair.
We meld with the flow, with nary a care,
Stopping to conquer, soul gains altitude,
Beginning with love, a lifelong affaire.
Stream of bliss vivifies our solitude:
God search begin!
03-August-2022
HMS, Rhymezone, PS Grammar
Let Your Muse Be Inspired - R Form Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
vivifies, god, spiritual,
Form:
Rondeau Redouble
Magnetic pull, draws in the bliss current
Felt within, as vibrant throb factual
A constant humming, without abatement
Joy ecstasy boundless, ineffable
Path to activate magnetism, simple
We slow down thought, nestled in contentment
Shifting into silence, fulcrum stable
Magnetic pull, draws in the bliss current
As head and heart, come into alignment
Bliss vivifies the Sushumna funnel
Divine grace bestows joy enablement
Felt within, as vibrant throb factual
Imbibing Gods bountiful miracles
In loving, bubbling, playful sentiment
Inner sound current, throb perennial
A constant humming, without abatement
Our energy body luminescent
Fragrant vibrations imbibed, musical
Our hollowed empty form, with bliss vibrant
Joy ecstasy boundless, ineffable
Divine energy within, toroidal
Rise gentle, along a steep gradient
Each enablement, divine miracle
Our childlike presence, feels the excitement
Magnetic pull
11-January-2021
Categories:
vivifies, spiritual,
Form:
Rondeau Redouble
all doings are done
which we appear to do
although in truth we do not
as the life spectacle unfolds
in a continuum tranquil
bliss vivifies silence
24-February-2023
Categories:
vivifies, silence, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
My perception is to make love eternal fact
as it keeps us away from wrong situations.
As the life goes on its elixir is sensed
and its warmth is made without being irate.
Love is fact that sets us in composure
for completion of task at hand wihout diffidence.
And to become successful in life with elation
where achievements support and vivifies the whole world.
So the love word sets the proper vision
for all trauma to end and glory attained.
Categories:
vivifies, how i feel, inspirational
Form:
Prose Poetry
Touch of delight, throbbing from deep within
The purring, humming rapture ignition
Vivifies our form through each day and night
We sense our luminescence shining bright
Bestowed by rod of initiation
Magnetic currents deep percolation
Bubbling in peaked continuation
Being-ness from which we never alight
Touch of delight
Abiding in benign bliss explosion
Our ever present orientation
In eye of the storm, presence is quiet
Such is the wonder of our wingless flight
Transfixed thus in joyful bliss elation
Touch of delight
26-January-2021
Categories:
vivifies, joy, spiritual,
Form:
Rondeau
It is spring and a little bird's singing,
It's exulting again in the flight,
Do not lie to me clove that you're seeming
that the lilies bloom wildly and bright.
Oh, I do not believe for some reason,
Let the sun is so fondle to me,
I'm like deaf, but the waking up season
rings with whispering stream that does flee.
The grass rises to heaven, it's noisy,
And collecting the dewdrops of May
Beetle chirps in the green very closely,
And the sudden wind blows it away.
Let it chirps me again, I don't listen,
I have not met with miracles yet,
I'm like deaf, but the waking up season
vivifies our wood that was dead.
And the hearts beat around, pay attention,
And the fire's in eyes of the maids,
And the horses bite bridles of passion
without sparing the blush for the face.
Oh, I do not believe for some reason,
Heart has so many burns, wounds still bleed,
I'm like deaf, but the waking up season
is alluring with sweetest deceit.
Categories:
vivifies, emotions, feelings, hope, metaphor,
Form:
Lyric
“We are not this limited mind body
We are not instinct driven, thoughts shoddy”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Attachment the glue which binds and confines
Debilitating and contracting consciousness
Throwing us off course, as we misalign
Shrouding presence in darkness
We easily discern ego as cause
Seeking body pleasures ephemeral
Upon spiralling thoughts put on pause
Addictions vaporise on choosing life internal
The cravings which arise, mental or physical
Powerless once we become a bliss mist
Relinquishing doership, life simple
Surrendering, ceasing to resist
There are short term measures
Help lines, therapists and doctors
Yet in the end if Gods love we treasure
Vibrant bliss vivifies all our in-form vectors
All addiction essentially yearning to grow
Deludedly choosing domain transient
Shifting in silence and stillness slow
We regain joy, our native element
24-December-2020
Addiction poetry contest
Sponsor: Rob Levasseur
Categories:
vivifies, addiction, freedom, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Come, let’s go to the Shambala bardo
Embarking on a wingless flight of delight
Where sunlight crystallises into mists sublime
Self existent divine light illumining the dark night
When the moon shines overhead in a starlight sky
Melding with melody of soul’s music mystical
Plunging into the void, aloft a moonbeam
We fly leaving behind mind egotistical
Magnetism divine vivifies the vast void
In no time at all, we reach our destination
Beings of love and light announce our arrival
Emitting effervescence, boundless is our elation
Wisdom of the ages is bestowed on us instantly
At Shambhala, entwined with universal mind
Our life fast forwards toward the finish line
Love enabled at last, blissful and kind
06-December-2022
Categories:
vivifies, heaven,
Form:
Rhyme
Addiction to thinking, binds and confines. Thought rested awareness sets our spirit free, like the fresh morning breeze. Each touch is an intimate miracle, which we cannot label.
gentle bliss caress
teases, pleases, vivifies
we have no questions
28-December-2020
Categories:
vivifies, spiritual,
Form:
Haibun
The consummate scent of Earth's due decay
Subdues gently the fervor of Death's perennial
Parade, whose incumbent silences the withering leaves
Do so barely correct, by singing tremulous or crying to the choral winds.
But, as with an inspirited indifference, that incensed breeze yet swept
The consummate scent of Earth s due decay
Far from that secret tome whence mortal moments may,
As with grave strength from deepest wells of regret,
Be still distilled into that which, -despite bare Oblivion's
effortless sway-
Thus vivifies such frailty as whereby
The consummate scent of Earth's due decay
Has ever it's beauty in sanctity kept.
And does Death then yet impress a violence but so fair,
As with the mellowing maple leaf, or the ripening pear?
And who would prevent them that Death should repay?
Hence, the consummate scent of Earth's due decay.
Categories:
vivifies, autumn, death, life, october,
Form:
Quatern
ego dies
yet i am
radiant
complete
is-ness
vivifies
itself
in itself
i am as am
self-existent
luminous
living light
attributeless
at peace
feeling complete
i renew life
beyond time
and space
in singularity
i am
Categories:
vivifies, i am,
Form:
Free verse