Best Warm Poems
My warm December, unexpectedly,
you graced my world and brought such joy to me.
My warm December, You are something sweet
embracing me. Oh, please do not be fleet!
My warm December, how I wish to keep
you like a lovely dream when I’m asleep.
And how I wish to have you ever near,
my warm December dream so ever dear.
December of my dreams, my youth has passed.
You’re all that’s left, but how long can you last?
Oh, warm December, wrap me like a coat,
inside your ermine dream to ever float.
(This December was very warm and inspired me to write this;
also this is dedicated to my muse!)
a soul orbits
looking into space
searching beyond
staring at
an orange full
cold moon
rising peacefully
into the sea of tranquility
floating air labored
softly gasping for breath
exploding stars
lights up
the sky
wrath of the sun's light
bombards this earth
explosive fireworks
pulsing inside
emotions erupt
bursting solar colours
feelings flare beautifully
flashing the beginning
of a strong orbiting cycle
magnetic crochet
strongly pulls
gently sewing together
embraces warm rays
kisses sweetly
with her soft fingers
weaving love deeply
blissfully into
one's heart
warm breath of summer
golden blossoms take to wing
fireflies flit in fields
on seasonal breeze
cicadas chorus in song
ice tea on porch swing
6/25/2020
Summer Haiku Poetry
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
I remember each curve,
nodding in quiet response
moving towards me, as you walked across the floor
each finger lifting gently to caress the welcomed silence
when eyes danced in unison in motionless space
when need and want became two hands
tethered without fear, in candle's light
as the soft trembles of a saxophone
whispered in the background
Upon the wall, flickering light painted a silhouette
shadow upon shadow, before the eyes closed
leaving the world of sight, into a world of senses
cool breezes from windows quenched the thirst
from the sweat of our palms
we danced without care or restraint
wrapped in sheltered arms of love
as the world disappeared into a warm night
from melted candles and empty glasses
9/21/16
contest Free Verse Love Poem-2
Found a winter to hold, we two
to share and not be so alone
with hearts devoted
kept away a world turned cold
and hoped love grew,
far as we knew..
Weren't taught the ways of loving another
yet learned to love each other
I so hoped you could,
love me.
The day has come I must away,
I'll always think on better days
when hearts held sway.
The weather turned warm in sun
turned my head, and you were gone
left alone to go on.
I'm keeping watch of time
as I did much in life
for a moment..
a return.
How many hearts so full of love
are never given chances
They've lined the walls in silent hope
at one too many dances
A lonely mirror once looked back
at me, as I remember
How devastating life could be
until one warm September
I’ll not forget the ups and downs
the great anticipation
To only then be squashed again
without accommodation
But then one day when life had learned,
alone can be complete
I came upon the only one
forever to be sweet
Just catch a moment, hold it still
be open to new fashion
For one can never know when
fate and destiny find passion
And when September rolls around
remember what i say
For then it was my turn to dance
and dance until this day
One hundred and six degrees was the rumor.
I checked at noon, it was only ninety-six.
Rumor fake news.
I sit on my front porch
lapping up the sun, enjoying the warmth.
Dog is panting like she has run a marathon
Sparkling wind chimes tinkle their happiness
as cat rubs against my legs, claiming me
as her territory.
Dog soon escapes to her air conditioned
fortress with her daddy who refuses to come out here.
I glory in this warmth, planning to go no where.
A humid, sultry, summer day.
Loving her for the warmth
she exudes, I relish in her hugs.
biting icy winds
thermal clothes protecting me
from the winter chill
12th January 2015
Return again warm glow of Christmas past,
Rekindle precious times I hold so dear.
Transport me back and let my mind be cast
On golden memories of yesteryear.
A fir tree trimmed with fragile fairy lights
Illuminates an angel’s modest smile,
The mystery of secret gifts excites,
Though childhood dreams must slumber yet awhile.
Outside, a serenade of Christian souls
Regales our hearts with warm uplifting voice;
‘Oh little town of Bethlehem’ extols
The Saviour who gives reason to rejoice.
And those I’ve loved commemorate once more
The wonder of those Christmases of yore.
15/10/18
The soul vibrates like a musical note
plucked by the changing universe of life
and within this realm, our conscious will float
with love as our true sword, we'll battle strife
we are the love born connected to all
to fight the dark if we wish to be whole
the conquered darkness we allow to fall
then seek the divine, and placed on love's scroll
names which are written, threads which are woven
to be a universal sacred cloth
where all of the love is interwoven
to protect our souls against demon's wroth
like water, we flow without any form
our souls merge with love, to be a light warm
5/28/22
contest Unity Consciousness
When night’s candles
wax in the breeze,
a glow draws near while loved ones are far...
I would scan places dimensions away
For in reveries
they bask among the skies.
So warm with wonder, bright with charm
Could I but fix them
beneath moon’s hues,
Who do not let affections stray through time
far beyond all limits of heaven's rails
May 2018 Standard Contest of Brian Strand
Not long ago, one midwinter day
The sky was bright blue, not dull winter gray
It lured me out, from my hiding place
For a welcome but needed, much change of pace
Heel-hound in tow, we made our way
into the woods, that clear winter day
The old path we knew, still cloaked in leaf
Lost gold dropped by, last autumn's thief
Hardwoods were sleeping, silent and bare
Fresh winter jasmine permeated the air
Large hawks were watching, small critters play
Each was enjoying their warm winter day
Through woods, through meadow, then 'long the creek
The harbinger song of a distant grosbeak
A rare flock of turkeys ordinarily at bay
Dropped in for a visit on that winter day
As the day and the sun, began to tire
My companion and I, headed for the home fire
Relaxed and refreshed, no longer blase'
We owed it all to one warm winter day.
1-9-2019
Just last week, Winter storms made the front page,
while today’s headlines are all about Spring,
Hailing the changes, only She can bring:
like warm breezes, to disarm Winter’s rage.
But like the musings of a wizened sage,
the doldrums of Winter maintain their cling.
And the Robin Redbreast must wait to sing
until this premature Spring comes of age.
It’s cloudy outside and threatens to snow,
as temperatures dip below zero.
And a sulking sun refuses to show;
while thoughts of an early Spring quickly go.
And yet, though Spring fled, She’s still my hero
for giving me two warm days in a row.
In a world so vast, where dreams take flight,
A young girl danced in morning light.
With heart so pure, and eyes so bright,
She embraced a life, both kind and right.
No hurt she caused, no pain she spread,
Just love and joy, where'er she tread.
Her laughter, like a songbird's tune,
Filled the air beneath the moon.
In fields of green, she'd often play,
Chasing worries all away.
Her smile, like the sun so warm,
Could calm a raging thunderstorm.
She knew the power of gentle words,
How they could heal like singing birds.
With kindness as her guiding light,
She made the world so warm and bright.
No need for riches, gold, or fame,
For in her heart, happiness came.
Through simple things, like blooming flowers,
She found contentment in her hours.
With friends around, both near and far,
She'd wish upon the evening star.
For love and peace, for all to share,
In her world, she had no care.
A life so sweet, without a cost,
Where love and kindness ruled the most.
A lesson learned, in whispers soft,
From the young girl who lived aloft.
Yes, that girl is me, in every way,
Choosing love, come what may.
In this story of life, I'll be my best,
Spreading love and happiness, a lifelong quest.
Written: January 02, 2026, For Brian Strand contest
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last clean—distilled
morning shards
in the skyline’s teeth—
a city chewing innocence away.
yet in steam,
in blue-light bruises,
a filament of verse hums.
the world scrolls
into a grave of souls,
kindness sold,
humanity dragging its shadow
through aisles of extinction.
but poetry—
feral, unbought—
rises in the throat
of the dying century.
I praise the fracture
where truth leaks,
the wound that sings anyway.
let it be the last clean thing
in a species
smearing its own shadow.