Best Waxes Poems
Magical moonbeams
Sparkling like silver
On an inky sea
I watch them dancing
Captivatingly
Bright mystic moon
Shining each night
Waxes and wanes
Controlling tides
Silver orb
Shines above
constantly
I love
A clear
Night
Contest diminished hexaverse
Sponsored by Charles Messina
1/21/19
Categories:
waxes, moon, sea,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
Fervent wish within your eyes speaking with realistic
Optimism, visible for hope for the future
Reflecting exquisite dream-fullness of mystic nights in your eyes
Ethereal, you are in this perfect world of ours
Volcanic and miraculous things happen with a touch of
Euphoria as we feast with whirling ecstasy in our souls that fights for ever
Refreshing, in such a delicate way that it seems too perfect
I imagine your eyes speaking to me as we venture through
Newfound impulsive existence welcoming universe
Your questions always answered, like the waves coming in from the
Ocean, as we sit embracing on each other’s warmth, watching time pass
Under a roof of celestial stars, until each dawn waxes and wanes
Rapidly breathing deep into the golden sand of our sandcastle
Envisioning our life together, willingly, and joyfully blooming spirit
Youth in a blink, as high in the branches rendering to fields of beauty
Extending to the golden illuminating rays of sunlight
Safe, spacious, life binding with God’s sight
7/13/2016
Categories:
waxes, best friend, future, heart,
Form:
Acrostic
Her reveries slant the compass of time: 1970s. Minefields now roar through blurred visions. She retreats into dots of space to live in the moment, as emotions fling to a gray sky. While curtains blow unceasingly, hours freeze. Again, love passes; leaves, while a young wife’s heart crushes in tears.
bouyant clouds wander
in the expanse of night time
to gather shadows
There is delicacy in pain. Letters from Nam change the dark of winter to a glitter of December lights. As she sets the table, the flaming candle waxes through a kitchen filled with sweets and almonds . He is the breath touching musical tones in the quiet rhythm where carols are sung together. Feeling his presence,
she regales in a lone dance of fond remembering.
pines in crimson gold
waltz across the starlight
etching mellow notes
Somehow, a woman begins to droop beside a half-closed window. In the cold of duskfall, she longs
for her soldier husband, quietly. Then wiping her cheeks, she is refreshed by those who need her, now. In a joyful play with daughter and son, Aunt Jamie finds her true north. Such is the luster of more tomorrows,
moon glimmers, dust fades
a balm of healing renews
fresh discoveries
For 1/14 2016
Categories:
waxes, memory, recovery from, uplifting,
Form:
Haibun
Grace and Solitude
Peaceful stillness covers me - wide eyes embraced when I see
Luna rise up with her pale face, with a humble yet simple grace,
That waxes large and then wanes, beckoning to clear windowpanes;
Hypnotic awe in harvest light or when blue moons ride starry night -
Teasing, changes her April name from pink to fish yet remains the same -
With her ever changing shape – crescents thin to full moonscape -
Now unfolds a glimmering gown while tip-toeing through a hush a bye town;
No fanfare, no rockets to proclaim her silent ascent, dark skies to claim,
Blesses silence – clamor sent away; nocturne opened - solitude to pray
Swaddled in a silver cape – floating into dreamy escape -
Breathing in her unselfish grace in borrowed light from a solar birthplace
Cradled in her cradle song – soft midnight murmurs to prolong;
A silent whisper – a prelude - to reverent reveries of gratitude;
A gentle light - peace to expand – her solitude and grace walk hand in hand.
Categories:
waxes, moon, night, peace, sky,
Form:
Rhyme
Whatever turns your crank
Whatever tickles your pickle
Whatever dunks your donut
Whatever waxes your dolphin
Whatever buffs your Buddha
Whatever pops your cork
Whatever pets your monkey
Whatever frosts your cookies
Whatever spills your pills
Whatever trips your trigger
Whatever humps your camel
Whatever melts your chocolate
Whatever peels your onion
Whatever chafes your carrot
Whatever flops your mop
Whatever rocks your socks
Whatever teeters your totter
Whatever milks your goat
Whatever pings your pong
Whatever peels your banana
Whatever blows your nozzle
Whatever tips your canoe
Whatever flicks your switch
Whatever zips your zipper
Whatever blows your stack
Whatever... whatever... whatever!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
waxes, humorous,
Form:
Narrative
MAY SHE COMES
May she comes, quite boisterous, and so loud.
She melts the frost to orbs of liquid dew.
From dark of moon returned to full and proud,
and waxes bees and moon in breath she drew.
Centaurus follows May with eyes of night,
while pressing Crux and Virgo into play.
She'll gather breeze and scent within her flight,
and tuck their luscious song in her bouquet.
May comes wooing with her amorous hook,
and kisses deep and laughs at each and all.
In lustful flirt she holds us with one look,
and we're in love with May until the Fall.
May she comes, dressed emerald in French lace,
Sultry, yet always innocent and chaste.
By Edlynn Nau
© May 1, 2016
Categories:
waxes, may, nature, sensual, spring,
Form:
Sonnet
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S Sizzling Sol:
heartthrob of the
starlets
each wants him to
shine on only her
young Luna
waxes
poetic
hoping
to win him
but Terra,
who should know better
is blue-green with envy
at being thus eclipsed
[yalto form]
// Syzygy: The nearly straight-line configuration of three
or more celestial bodies (as the sun, moon
and earth during a solar or lunar eclipse) //
Categories:
waxes, earth, moon, sun,
Form:
Verse
My computer-- disassembled
is a maze of cables, drives
chips and ports--an array
of connections, silver solderings,
twisting wires.
But when the satiny case
is latched in place
coils and cables disappear.
The smallest particle of matter
is not an atom, but a byte--
a particle of magic that combines
and multiplies unseen
inside the blinking box.
Creation occurs inside my computer--
friends, family rest behind the pressing
of selected keys. Words and faces
form; smiles and frowns
become feelings.
Attraction becomes addiction.
Inside my computer
merchants buy and sell--
musicians sing,
artists train pictures into pixels,
poets recollect emotion in tranquillity.
Inside my computer
dreams are imagined into reality--
inventions, hopes, ideas are born
and nurtured into happenings.
Strangers share a table, touch
hands across the world.
Inside my computer
the pulse of human hearts
waxes and wanes
as people fall in and out
of love.
Categories:
waxes, computer, friendship, romantic, words,
Form:
Free verse
A pensive moon lets fall the rain
that calls you to a darkened sill,
where, apprehensive, you remain,
held captive in her thrall
until she waxes at the window pane
to ask intently if you'll still be back
when she's gone past her wane
Beyond the glass,
you swear you will...
Categories:
waxes, longing, love, moon, nature,
Form:
Personification
Once a month Earth’s moon takes another gig
Moonlighting in a far-off galaxy
The lunar eclipse only veils the truth
The man in the moon is an absentee
Decades peering down, he needs some relief
He’s seen famine, wars and catastrophes
His face now pocked by craters of despair
His other world? Fewer calamities!
He’s often afraid to show his full face
So he waxes and wanes in synchrony
Slivers sometimes, half globes make their debuts
Full orb appears with lovers’ harmony
Contrary to most popular beliefs
Werewolves do not gain power from his light
The man in the moon beams with a full grin
When we follow a path righteous and bright
This is the reason we see harvest moons
At times when we reap the best seeds we’ve sewn
The man who watches us is happy then
Bright orange smile -- appreciation shown
Categories:
waxes, moon,
Form:
Personification
I stand naked wrapped only in the truth
you vile, loathsome reptile.
My contempt of you is limitless
as I have been force-fed your hypocrisy.
Your postulations are lost on me
as my insight into your repulsive nature
is exceeded only by the palpable stench of your aura.
Eyes opened to their widest apex,
ridiculously lends support to your “jokerish”
smile overly exaggerated in a…
Carol Channing kind of muse.
It seems your purse a revolving door
to his wants, has an ideally broken clasp…
Your shoulder, a never ending
tissue to his every sorrow should be waterlogged.
Which stands to reason why your legs
stretched open as wide as the earth’s axis,
“she-doggedly-in-heat” sniffs attention from him
and remains open like an all night 7-11 just to
provide “respite” in the name of “friendship”.
You find joy in slinking and scurrying through
the misfortunes and/or gains in our life,
all the while professing your love to him
and masticating on a stolen covenant
you have orchestrated in destroying.
There is no sector of my day
allowing me peace and escape from your
treachery and continued debauchery.
Your hair once a mousy shade of brown
now waxes blond in your further attempt
to assure he remains suckled at your breast
knowing his lust for blond haired, blue eyed
women that are six shades lighter than my ebony hues.
There is though, an appellative to my anguish,
which recoils from my tongue at
any attempt to voice this rage.
Escalating anger marinates and broils within
my breast as your ubiquitous presence
in my life has finally left me little strength
and no shelter from the uncloaked
vicious pain searing me to the core
in this deep abyss I have found myself in…
Unleashed fury beckons me, reaching back beyond now
when day was night and night was only imagined
barely controlling this hate and
the exigency to extract myself
from this nefarious, cheap, vaudevillian
show, which no longer can be ratiocinated
through your insipid lies before I...
Can’t imagine your expending this much
energy with your own household or husband because
you’re always living and breathing in mine!
Contempt has a name…and its malodor is…Linda.
Categories:
waxes, black african american, lost
Form:
Didactic
The blueberry moon appears
dressed in white full of energy#
Through a sultry haze
you enter shadows
As daylight kisses
twilight goodnight
Into the night
of my eyes
Awakening
your majesty
Deeply cut priceless
Penetrating beams
a passageway
into chambers
Turning tides hold you
breathless within the core princess
Rose granite bleeds
in a stone cold cycle
Rock of ages
carved inside
an eclipse
You stand
one monument
Precious each time
Catching a falling star
in the moon's backward glance
over the right shoulder
Silver pearl reflections shine
Silken weaving
a dream magic web
captures space and time held
As her face waxes gibbous
Becoming full and bright
appearing the perfect host tonight
Categories:
waxes, angel, beautiful, beauty, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
Charred in solace of your embrace
reminiscences engrossed as imprint
harboured in placards of your grace
A birth, a thousand with no squint
in winter's pure pour of snow
reminiscences engrossed as imprint
Giggling with nights glow
in waxes and treelights
in winter's pure pour of snow
One who ignites in delights
grining in fire and refuge
in waxes and treelights
A festivity of tunes and rouge
that twirls in vitality
grining in fire and refuge
Presents reciprocated in sib purity
charred in solace of your embrace
that twirls in vitality
harboured in placards of your grace
Categories:
waxes, christmas, december, deep, devotion,
Form:
Terzanelle
Suffocating from their world, breathe dark—
Block in the orbiting around each other’s heart;
Hidden the face, barring like glass,
Rather than pull the reverse of an upturned mask.
Granite waxes high, to fill the rim within,
Mute even as the maddening tears sink in.
Their stares break upon my stony back—
Cannot be met when I face this pass.
But from inside, comes a deep white rose bloom—
Open in my throat, but there to
Cut; share in a writhing thorn—
Where a chunk of the flesh is torn.
Categories:
waxes, cry, dark, emotions, gothic,
Form:
Rhyme
Rain with her wet slippers assail
The senses affixed on my walls—
Through its cloudy sight, a sun dial.
Where pattering waxes to a haunting tune,
Blew out the candle from under time—
Cracks now wide in bright or dull blue.
Storm's find
Brass chimes
Odd shine
Rain with her wet slippers assail,
Blew out the candle from under time,
Odd shine.
Categories:
waxes, heart, introspection, light, love,
Form:
Rhyme