Best Volte Poems

Dali Makes a Promise

Dali makes a promise
He won't kiss Giraffe's brace
clock melts bopper
A grasshopper
He chills makes volte-face

Categories: volte, fun,
Form: Limerick

Nella Casematta

Taras Shevcenco

Nella casematta

Dedicazione ai miei compagni

Reivocate , fratres meos…
                                                       
Che non ritornino i guai,
Quando miravamo in fiducia
Dalla gallera che finiva mai.
Possibilmente, pensavamo:“quando 
Ancora ci vedermo nella vita
Per un dibattito tranquillo
Su quella terra impoverita?”
Pero’, non mai, fratres, non mai,
                  
Noi non beviamo dal Dnipro unitamente!
Avendo difuso la nostra sventura
                                                    
Nelle steppe e nelle praterie,
                                                    
Separeremo poi le nostre vie,
                                                    
E , nella liberta’, un po’ piu’ crederemo,
                                                    
Prima che vivere cominceremo.
                                                   
Tra altre persone, come una nazione,
                                                   
Ma, prima, che lo sara’ successo,
                                                   
Amatevi, miei fratelli,
                                                   
Volete bene l’Ucraina,
                                                
E, per essa, sfortunata,
                                                 
Il Signore, pregate,
                                                 
E, Lo dimenticate, amici,
                                                 
E non Lo bestemmiate,
                                                 
E ,nella schiavitù, a volte,
                                                 
Anche me, ricordate.
                                               
Traduzione dall’ucraino all’italiano di Ivan Petryshyn,2016.
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Categories: volte, abuse, freedom, friendship, slavery,
Form: Verse

Down, Down, Down the Rabbit Hole

I remember a time when I surfaced to breathe 
and the air outside was as pure as can be 
I remember a time when life was so simple 
that the stars in the sky were all full of twinkle 

The world changed volte-face and I lost my pace  
the tea cups were bare and Alice was spent   
I searched for my dreams with mad discontent 
as the moon in the sky turned to concrete cement 

One summer day the tea party ended 
and needless to say I lost the gold key  
Into the cave I fell and I fended  
as the sun without light held nothing for me  

I remember a time when freedom was mine 
without the amends, I never consigned.

December 20, 2021 
Sponsor	Edward Ibeh
Contest Name	Pick-A-Title, Vol 27 
I chose down down down the rabbit hole

Categories: volte, analogy, extended metaphor,
Form: Sonnet

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Eating the Words

Unbridled bout of self-assertion blatant
turns you to a repelling babbling exuberant. 
Shutting of orifice floodgates you eschew,
forgetting everybody isn’t fool around you.

Torn to shards if you blurt bullsheet absurd,
do a volte-face eating your crappy words.
Try to not gulp them dry in stigmatic drouth*,
for a fly does not enter a closed mouth.

August 14, 2019
*Drouth is Scottish dialect for drought

Categories: volte, humor, words,
Form: Rhyme

Venom

vacillating desires 
vicissitude of thought
vintage but valueless 
venting ego urges
vice vibes that vilify
vitiating our soul
volte-face yet we remain

05-May-2021

Pleiades V poetry contest
Sponsor: Kim Merryman

7 lines @ 6 syllables each

Categories: volte, muse,
Form: Verse

In the Hollowed Hush of Heaven

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oLCHXfkGOIw
In the hollowed hush of heaven the whisper of a soul 
and in the lit up room of stars an angel's karmic face   
Two feathered wings aloft deliverance her goal 
while one is seized on earth, the other portal graced 

An otiose moon assembled a duty of the night 
shadows of the 5th dimension casting in the light 
prying dreams of splendor identity of life 
immortal as the sun her beauty, sharp as knife 

Relinquishing the feel of metal grates and pain 
she soon portends her destiny before she goes insane 
we need to catch that train she whispers in her ear
and suddenly she's up floating without fear 

In the hollowed hush of heaven, an angel talks to God 
while a stretcher is removed, the sky turns white to chalk 
two feathers wings of might she doesn't need a prod 
volte faced attuned and free she flies, to new EPOC.

Categories: volte, death, life, light,
Form: Quatrain

Volte Face By Grace

Forced solitude began with loneliness 
Resulting in consciousness contraction 
Shifting to vibrancy in aloneness

Looming spectre of death birthed fearfulness
Plunging our mind into agitation
Forced solitude began with loneliness 

Survival instinct heightened awareness 
Softened attention our meditation 
Shifting to vibrancy in aloneness

Tranquil calm replaced erst rebelliousness 
We sought solace in void of cessation 
Forced solitude began with loneliness 

Empathy awoke, spewing lovingness
Our heart now overflows with compassion 
Shifting to vibrancy in aloneness

Recognising interconnectedness 
Love, not fear, our hearts orientation 
Forced solitude began with loneliness 
Shifting to vibrancy in aloneness

07-June-2021

Categories: volte, courage, love, muse,
Form: Villanelle