Best Wavey Poems
full moon's reflection
mellow on the *wavey sea. . .
i feel so wasted
*wavey is urban slang for very drunk
Written July 3, 2015 by Andrea Dietrich
Categories:
wavey, angst, moon,
Form:
Haiku
The country road split the wheat field in half
A murder of crows seemed to prefer the right
Hope they leave some to winnow from the chaff
Crows seem but wavey lines against the night
A spectacular sight in the twilight
Fields of wheat in the final golden stage
Ready for the harvesters to earn their wage
Golden grains that hungry men have desired
This art lifts up some memories to engage
Remember the dirt road our love once required
Artful work: Crows In The Wheatfield by Vincent Van Gogh
Written: February 11, 2023
Categories:
wavey, bird, farm, life,
Form:
Ekphrasis
.
Up I lift your petite thews as your
pneuma follows
ahhh
your breasts
mine face
your swell
from mine trace
Like the feather
so slight
so much like the Robin’s egg
I must softly touch
in fear of thine crush
Platinum blond wavey long locks
pretty bright blues
and pink flesh from our long days
sun
kiss me
shut me up
Categories:
wavey, passion,
Form:
Free verse
Dance with wind's breezing flow
blowing in as out,
breathing out then in again
hands and feet extremities of life breath's hard felt flow
swimming rich re-connecting rhythmic flight
stance of natural spirits timing
red cardinal patterns perching
heart flight moments
held on fragrant lilac parasols
sun lighting branches
growing down into deep elder grey rivers
of hard-shelled sappy gravity
growing out
glancing in
through flirting eyes without flow
in bearing life's wavey chances
out
Dancing rhythmic breaths
and red blue bloods,
nurture revolving rueful rivers
of sufi EarthDancing
lilac trees with winding sap
from well-souled root systems
flowing life's swirling prance
collaterally cunning
uncapitalized content.
Dancing breath embodied wind
kneading Earth's flee
and flow without
breathless sighted flights
of echoing re-ligious image
flying cardinal reds
through purple dancing
lit up lover lilacs.
Categories:
wavey, beauty, bird, dance, earth,
Form:
Free verse
I saw an old lady at home
Whose habits bizarre when alone!
She thinks she's abroad
On her ironing board
Surfing tides in a wavey zone.
Her arms and her legs were well spread.
Her curlers tucked neat on her head.
Her pearls sparkled bright,
She squealed with delight,
"Well I can't do this when I'm dead!"
Affectionately dubbed "Silver Surfer"
What a spirit for any to care for!
A tonic indeed
When humour's the need,
And for it the board ain't much worse, awe!
Written 14th July 2022
For the "Limerick" contest
(For a picture of a lady standing on
an ironing board, poised like a surfer.)
Sponsor: Lisa YY
Categories:
wavey, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
I wrestle with against vulnerable boundaries
to invasive intimacy,
left unlanguaged yet right felt dismay
could not sustainably remain
without being said outloudlyish
in some bicameral bilateral bipolar balancing brainiac
polypathically left merely cooperationalizing,
creolizing Sacred Elders feeling self-righteous
matriarchal nutritionisms,
spiritual and diminished secular scientissues
falling failing OtherWise,
hypothetical proofs of co-incidence.
Knock knock.
Who's there?
Not not here.
I wish.
Go notnot away.
Where dissonance grows troubling
such dismay's source is left label searched for
within economic causes
producing secular with sacred ecological effects
to become biologically expected
in and through bilateral regenerational returns,
depending on the faith systemic word choices preferred
by All EarthLives Matter
sacred ecosystemic recoverers,
co-listening
deep mutual learners
comfortable in tranquil ponds
of lucid equal harmonies
ringing double-boundaries
singing
winging
flinging not here not now
invisible hypotheses
of Zero-Core bicameral bilaterality.
Rich loving mentors,
teachers,
but please,
not another preacher
of cognitive patriotism
against affective ecofeminist intuitive self-defense
begun against
lunar-scheduled matriotism,
offense against solar Yanger
wanger
bangers,
Pi to pay
the multiculturing pipers,
ecofitters,
multiculturing quilters
and organic happy, sometimes a little high,
farmers
of antiquity,
herstoric myth tellers
and legend gossips
and polypathic paradigming architects
exforming evolutionary incarnations
as revolutionary reverse-notnot
evolutionary
yet as now appositionally bilateral
absence of cognitive-affective dissonant
boundaries
of vulnerably echoing reiterative transparency,
both ego threat of rightwing dominant terrorism
and eco-opportunity,
left with right wing ego/eco-dominance
as positive psychology
and EarthTribe EcoJustice
complicated redisunprecovery
of often deep dense politics.
All about atomizing power
both/and wavey-linear flow.
Wherein we wrestle with,
but preferably not against,
vulnerable boundaries
about too invasive double-binding intimacy
left unlanguaged
yet right felt dismay,
sung in
and through thin
diminishing dissonance.
Categories:
wavey, culture, health, humor, integrity,
Form:
Political Verse
i remember the long pink gown.
the flower's in her hair.
she had brown wavey hair.
then there was those shiney glass slippers.
her family said she looked like cinderella with brown hair.
she thought she heard you may kiss the bride.
then she woke up and the sound she heard was just the rain outside her window.
then she laughed and said wait im already married!
Categories:
wavey, allegory, anniversary, brother, childhood,
Form:
ABC
My world spins round
too fast most times
from Greek deep roots
on Black Sea ports
crossing Jordan's River
on Catherine's Great
trains meet sailboats
greeting sea planes
flying off to sports unknown
throughout Lake Odessa Highway.
Where Ottomans
blend Spanish matadors,
heroes for Earth's day
and night bleeds forth
a calvary of SunGod force
to please titillating whims
of Lake Odessa's middling class czarinas.
I can't go home again
to straight places never born.
My mind can wavey roam
and try to swim
and fly to where and what
and whom and why
we might have been
if we had built
a fine fair fortress
for peace that loves to rock
and sing sad songs
of what brilliant sights have been
in resilient Lake Odessa.
Instead of gangs
and clicky clacks
we learn monopolistic quacks
to flap and honk
like disturbed Canadian geese
Transubstand she ate
where great America
begins to end
through Lake Odessa's mean clean streets
Not too busy
self-righteous
sleep deprived
and deprogrammed lose to lose
to win our way
back home again
where Lake Odessa healthy meets
and wealthy greets
Love's polyamorous EarthMother role
as played by odysseys of We
writing comic operas
only eros kids can consensually see
was what Me loved
most secretly
in long lost Lake Odessa.
We need a better god for now
bringing peach tree jams
singing immortality
of love as healthy wise
Reframes lost unwealthy loves
to live in jesting jarring jokes
of honeyed sweet corn
thorn tested streets
tasting ancient salad Greeks
on shores of Lake Odessa.
We reunion back
to save each other
from what might have been
without sly rudders
Tipping posts from wu wei mothers
restoring crystal castle love
of unformed flows
that buzz with lifetime mystery
and retiring tours
that sag with straightline history
Spinning sprays
bewitching licking waves
lapping soft and sandy
on long gone sacred skies
of sanguine Lake Odessa.
Categories:
wavey, america, history, home, journey,
Form:
Free verse
Last night I was human.
I was my "normal" self.
Somehow, I've shrunk by five-foot-one!
Now I'm a mouse upon a shelf.
My heart sinks as I look down
Upon the cat that was my friend.
No purrs. More hisses. All bites. No kisses.
And she chases my tail no end!
In balance, my athleticism
And the energy I've never had
Allows me to do crazy things
That would send any human mad.
I can scurry up the wall.
I can run up curtains too.
I've discovered so much about this house
That I never knew!
In this tiny body the dust to me
Is like clouds of candy floss.
I can slide on it for heaps of fun.
My furniture is made of moss!
Unfortunately in this downsized shape,
The bugs are as big as dogs!
If a mouse could use computers
I would write some unusual blogs.
My concept of time is altered too.
A humans day goes on much longer.
The amount of running I've had to do
Has made my heart and lungs much stronger.
A salty scent of cheddar
Slithers through the air.
As I follow its wavey route
I spot a trap that I placed there.
My vision starts to fog.
A fighting spirit I lack.
Anxiety overwhelms me.
Everywhere goes black.
My head lifts from the pillow.
I am myself again.
The cogs start turning in my head.
What was that all about then?
Sometimes a change of perspective helps.
It offers a better view
A chance to consider what matters most
To take to heart some lessons too.
Even dreams can help with this.
Something inside can snap.
Somehow I suspect that I'll think twice
Before I next set up a trap.
Categories:
wavey, animal, dream, muse,
Form:
Rhyme
Number One
She's tall and over fifty
with black and grey wavey hair
She comes to the library so often
I sometimes wonder why she's there
She like all the rest of us
plays her on line games
I find myself looking at her
and don't even know her name
Number Two
Also at the library works
another over fifty
Her frizzy red hair
turns me on and I find it
kind of nifty
Sometimes I can't help myself
I stare until the door closes
I know she suspects
my following eyes
that see's her movement
as poses
Number Three
The picture of innocence
this third one can proclaim
Her kindergarten teacher image
has me going quietly insane
Her perfect face and perfect eyes
Almost never wears a smile
It's part of her jaded image
Her "I'm so cool" style
Categories:
wavey, truth,
Form:
We are the women..
Who full of life,
pluvial in attendance,
Fresheners in sweetness,
Tranquil decorated with flowers,
Spilling like spring,
Gleeful, like the wind
Flavored by the seasonings love,
Wavey, glowing on the sands of desire,
Adorer, lover, raring to love that never
'broken nor unfulfilled'
Flirting under fabrics texts and above!
,
So let him come to us
The one who is collecting the sea
In our evening silk..! !
Categories:
wavey, women,
Form:
Free verse
The cool evening airs
Sweeps across her moonlit hair
Gently laying, bare her extraordinary beauty.
By a pleasant breeze of fragrant air
That blows gently across her wavey hair.
Hypnotically twisting and flittering
Curling and swirling her flowing hair
with each gentle breeze
That I could not stop but to stare
Oh Blair, My Blair
how much more can I bare,
I sit here in profound despair.
Naturally wondering
if you genuinely care.
Categories:
wavey, beauty, desire, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
indecisive
over analyzing every possible outcome
how come it gets more difficult and complex with every passing minute?
just when I think I’ve figured it out
it gets more twisted and intricate
either way I gotta do what’s best for me
as simple as it may sound
it is far beyond easy
breezy and lifted so wavey
with ideas and plans
when it all boils down to it
my life is only in my hands….
to be continued (this is not the end, for it is merely the beginning)
Categories:
wavey, life
Form:
I would not judge someone
and then some dreadful thing
or some nasty place
or some too distant time.
Let me, instead,
invite judgment from
that one relationship in real spacetime,
Until we each and all resiliently find
what we need
and want
for healthy wealth co-acclimation
Open,
free of negative judgments against,
free to
and for cooperatively changing transubstantiation
known and felt
into warm seasoned creolicizanation
for solidarity
of resilient vulcanintegrationalization,
intra-
and inter-nations.
I would instead be judged in wealthy favor
by some singing simpler one,
healthier flavored for some wavey-swinging hyphenated thing,
abundantly resonant for some pleasantly compliant place,
rooted in solid resilience
for 4D mind-maps left multiculturing race
and emotive time's
right mind
rhythm seasoned grace
pace of timeless space
Let us inside trade instead,
invite outside gratitude from,
that one perennially cooperative nutritional relationship
in real bilaterally timed Earth space,
timeless intrapersonal place,
humane-divinely transpiring
turning
twisting
twirling
teasing
untruncating grace.
Categories:
wavey, community, health, integrity,
Form:
Political Verse
you take a second look
and laugh at me
as ice cream drips from sunburnt face
and there are no napkins
i come closer to you
kissing you on your cheek
leaving chocolate ripples
and wavey kiss marks as souveniers
august 5,2012
Categories:
wavey, girlfriend-boyfriend,
Form:
Free verse