Best Weightlessly Poems
Indigenous feel of peaceful love Interferencing touch of skin
There has been no where better I have been
So empowered , clean , free
Often like Im at ease , drinking a tea ,
With stream ,
Although a dream It may seem
Weightlessly I can consumate
a lot more tonnage
At lifes pondurousness ,
Positive evoke , Energy we soak ,
Life comes on a stroke , but we stroke ...
So much left to unlock .
Potential in the abnormality , we catch stars with dignity ,
As one comes as one goes
Fly Away.. the crows
Come over , our doves
Closer together , the line draws
the hole hollows
Heart follows
Sweet marshmellows
and melons
We're here in the comfort
in the fort of love
Rozalia P. XS
In a glimmered lace of sunrise’s veil,
dawn hovers like a freshly-cleansed nymph,
wafting and bubbling with a spice of mint
in dew’s chastity pool delicately undressed.
The path of upturned boughs rips free
and slides along a froth of peppered mist;
misty in a way newborn day becomes
pastel fingers where wings of her breath
become illumined as it is daring;calling
forth, Borealis...Borealis.
And a deluge of herb wraps her air: a seasoning
moment for this flushed lady to unfold
the carpet of studded foliage cradling
around her heady arms... soon, a gush
of light bears newly-wed rays,
until the fragrance of earth drifts upon
her mantle feeling the delicacy of radiant morn,
weightlessly white; no one wants to speak.
Feb 2018 Premeire Contest: Brian Strand
Pepost 2/14/2018
The young boy woke up floating, effortlessly above
his own little, living, breathing, body
that could be clearly seen below
with his own intangible eyes,
drifting…
as if he were a concealed cloud or Zephyr wind
suspended within
the borders of his bedroom walls.
A sky full of galaxies and stars
were luminously enticing and inviting him
beyond the curtains and outskirts of his window
as he wondered what it might be like
to let go of his attachments to
the familiar, sleeping boy in bed,
his mother, father, family, friends,
and plastic airplane models he had
recently assembled, painted and placed on cluttered shelves
along with Mark Twain story books and seashells
around his azure blue painted
boyhood bedroom cocoon.
It was all he could do to keep from drifting through
the beckoning window, the ceiling or watchful walls
leading upwards and outwards toward some place
he thought he knew well enough
to call "Home Sweet Home" and yet,
something akin to nothingness suddenly surrounded
this new-found phantom, ghost-like, being
curiously whispering and causing him to realize
it was not yet time for him to fly and instead,
decided to surrender and reenter
that other boy's body, brain, and mind
still lying there in bed.
Before awaking to the warming glow of glorious,
Sunday morning sunlight beams and wondering,
if floating weightlessly above himself
was as real as chocolate ice cream
or nothing more than another delirious dream.
Ornate is the ironwork that I peer through
as my fingers grasp the garden gate,
and I open my eyes to my Wonderland.
My bare feet step down the moonlit path,
where fireflies twinkle amongst the stars
that reflect upon the flowing crystal brook.
I capture them in a lantern, then set them free.
My lavender dress twirls weightlessly as I dance,
here I am free to feel joy and to dream.
Here beyond the gate of my enchanted garden,
when the golden sun sets low in the evening sky,
the daisies, gladiolas, and pansies never close their petals
and the sunflowers shine in the moonbeams.
While butterflies stay to perch on the blooming trellis,
the song of the hummingbird fills the warm night air
and I fall asleep in my flower bed of thorn-less roses.
Written by: Kelly Deschler
February 17th, 2014
For Nette Onclaud's contest - "My Secret Garden"
Earth is but a tiny speck of color, spinning round and round
orbiting the sun in the ebon universe without making a sound.
Come and lay beside me in a meadow and let's pretend
we're floating in space where dreams never have to end
Let's visit the constellations in the depth of celestial skies
Dance from star to star, amazed at how they mesmerize
But we dare not try to catch one when it falls from its place
Stardust does not belong in an hourglass on a bookcase
A meteor shower in the distance, lights our way for a time
I have questions, like 'why' or 'how' to write in poetic rhyme
On we go to distant planets, harboring in the universe so vast
I wonder when it had its beginning, and how long will it last
Planets with moons and galaxies are yet to be unconcealed
What astronomic marvels will then be wondrously revealed
Be careful of that magnetic black hole, trying to pull us in
helped by a strong stellar wind that's tossed us in a tailspin!
There's danger from a solar eclipse when we couldn't see
we were headed for Mars and not the moon's Sea of Tranquility
Being extraterrestrials was a chance we were willing to take
but traveling weightlessly in the cosmos is not a piece of cake
Unlike Buzz Lightyear, who can navigate 'Infinity and beyond'
we have to find our way back home without a magic wand
There's no USS Enterprise and Captain James Kirk in command
Our attempt to explore deep space was not very well planned
We wouldn't want our astral journey to disrupt a galactic zone
and like ET, it will be impossible to call home without a phone
Amid the pendants of planets, hanging on a black velvet drape
we'll have to pretend we're on a spaceship to make our escape
15th of January, 2021
Musings on space contest
Sponsor ~ Unseeking Seeker
The weightless float of morn throttles
like a softly-bathed woman: white, tangy and bubbling
with a sprig of mint and dew;
petals’ chests opening a gate of chastity, undressed.
A path of upturned twigs rips free and slides along veils
of bridal mist; misty in a way leaves become pastel
strands ; where footprints of grasses become delicate
as it is daring , calling forth my name,Eos...Eos.
Brocades of lace robe my wind—a breaking moment
for these flushed arms to sprinkle the pour of studded foliage
cradling morning's wake...soon,new lovers play
the choral flute bearing freshly-wed fruits: the smell
of earthy breeze drifts upon my mantle of humid, winged caves.
Gently daylight wakes, as I, Goddess of light and dawn
open the first rose shimmering ' neath my tapestry
weightlessly white, no one dares to speak.
Who Are You Contest
XOX World ( A Valentine to Sun)
caressing my face
weightlessly and soundlessly. . . .
Sun’s light wakes me
as I dress myself
he peeks through my window and
invites me to play
My neck tingles as
I'm driving with the top down. . . .
Sun in hot pursuit
I stop at the lake
his bright reflection ripples
where ducks are floating
drifting blissfully
I surrender my body
to his warm embrace
as Sun’s strength recedes
sky blazes orange and red. . . .
but I just feel blue
night finds me at home
rubbing lotion where he left
A scarlet hickey
For PD's "MY FIRST 2012 VALENTINE *CONTEST*
HAIKU~ ONLY~ XOX Poetry Contest
PS Love, Andrea (hope I did that in time!!)
LOVE IS BLIND
Love is blind
that might explain all the groping,
the endless touching,
the constant need to get closer –
to whisper.
Love is blinded
by lust’s desire to gaze –
longingly - into the abyss
of a lover’s eyes,
fall weightlessly
through the stages of romance,
sleep in the scented dreams
of satiations pillows.
Love is blind
and in its blindness sees
only the object of its love,
believes only the words
of its Braille touch,
knows only the fulfillment
of itself.
Love is blind
to all but that which it seeks,
knows only what it senses
in the heat of the moment,
consumes only those who seek
its sightless beauty.
3/30/2016
submitted to – Cliché – Poetry contest
sponsor – Silent One
AVAST YE LOVERS
Plummeting into chilled water
eyes closed to hold the image
arms and legs flailing at beauty
breathlessly submerged
dancing weightlessly
numbed by her liquefied vision
adrift in the gaze of her eyes
swimming in passion’s pure folly
sinking through the blue of her eyes
submerged in the depth of her smile
smitten – at point of hot saber
walking the plank of cold love
John G. Lawless
9/29/2015
submitted to – Falling in Love – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Aiyah de Torres
I'm a nervous wreck when my anxiety makes its presence known
It swallows me whole; my happiness a sinking stone
I want to rise above my insecurities, soar above my flaws, float weightlessly over my obstacles and have confidence I won't fall.
Why can't I just face this anxiousness? Why can't I just be strong?
I want to rediscover my own strengths and find courage to carry on.
Am I even in control of my thought process? I feel like a prisoner in my own head.
Please understand this is something I can't control ; I'd rather be fearless instead.
I see you all with your head's held high while mine faces towards the ground.
I feel beat down; defeated. Anxiety has won this round.
I cannot help my perception is lacking because I'm so lost within my head.I'm calling out for help but can't seem to shake this dread.
I'm begging you anxiety do this one thing for me.
Release my mind and set me free.
Tears
Flowing
Weightlessly
Salty to taste
Caused by a loved one
Who has spoken in haste
Now this is not the first time
Unhappiness occurs again
Two hearts hit the floor, one hand to catch
Only one heart left an uneven match.
©Holly P. Moore
May 2013
Sweetheart,
We felt the fall in early June,
love born of a Summer sun.
By August, I was in your arms,
life's best had just begun.
Like falling leaves of Autumn trees
throwing caution to the wind,
you carried me like a gentle breeze
to places I've never been.
Weightlessly drifting in happiness
I feel each sweeping rise,
discovering our harmonies
with breathless sweet surprise.
I fantasize we stay adrift
through life and time to recall
how each new day through seasons of change
we always felt the fall.
Still falling in love with you,
Jeannie
The wakeful wind whistles
Winding wearily and watching all
Wafting silently whispering woes
Weightlessly whipping wisplike whacks
Wondrously wild when wrathful weather attacks
Wrecking and walloping worsening in time
Nature wilts whimpering wordlessly worried
The wind whirls and wrestles in wingless flight
19/3/2016
Hidden
I am the wind whistling in your ears, chilling you to the bone,
I am the heart tearing you to pieces,
I am the path leading you home.
I am the mind that compels,
And the arms carrying you.
Hidden from prying eyes.
I am the voice, comforting the saddened,
And the anger that is conjured,
In our blackened soul.
Hidden.
The soul that’s tarnished by pain, hostility,
Envy, and greed.
Smeared with grease and coated with dust,
Rusting, somewhere, in our broken body.
Barren of love, hope, or mercy.
You are the soloist in the orchestra,
The lone flutist
Who can only be heard by the dead.
You are the legs that walk weightlessly on wintry ground,
And the wings that fly.
Hidden from those who seek.
We control.
Everything.
Unintentionally.
With purpose.
We are the lungs that breathe life,
Into all existence,
And yet,
We are dead.
Our minds are full to bursting,
But our hearts,
Are more empty than a dish,
Scraped bare by the starved.
They are the songs that drive us to do better,
And the cement that holds us here.
Unable to escape.
Free to leave.
They are the light that beckons,
And the dark that pushes you away.
They are the nurturers that let us keep our roots,
And the breeze that sails us forth,
Into our own sunset.
Intended for mercy and freedom,
Only invoking fear.
I am the confusion that comes with breaking away,
I am the love of change.
I am the ever present hatred,
And the love that was always there.
Hidden.
I am death,
And the crippling grief it brings.
And life,
In all it’s splendour.
I am the last, wheezing breath of a dying man,
I am the piercing cry of a newborn.
I am the despair that uplifts,
And the hope
That kills.
I am a giver,
I am honest,
I am selfless,
Victim to paradoxes.
I am the powerful will that heals,
The horror that divides.
The reality that shatters every fantasy,
The fantasy that shuts out reality.
Hidden from all.
The fable, weaved through
The tapestry of life.
Colours wavering,
Patterns ongulating.
Alluring poor,
And ensnaring rich,
With the life,
Pulsing within.
I am you,
And you are me.
We are one...
We are the ever present love,
And the hate that was always there.
Hidden.
I find myself feeling so cliché at times.
I want what I can't have.
I need you but not that bad.
Thoughts of jealousy never cross my mind when I picture you with him.
A typical story with a typical ending,
Despite all my break and bending;
Despite all my break and bending;
You know what you are to me
And yet I still float here weightlessly all the while.
For my sake I'll swallow my heart and gag at the taste.
I don't love you, I won't let myself.
Or is that just the taste of denial.
My mind is what's in control.
Emotions hardly ever play a role.
It pains me to say
How easy it is for me to turn away.
What I need is what our friendship is lacking.
I will never ask for more than what you can give.
I know what you can and what you refuse to.
Being strung along is something no one should have to get used to.
So all and all I ask myself.
Do I fly or do I fall?
Run away from what I feel,
Or abandon pride to seal the deal?
I'm just praying for the next best thing.
To take my mind away from what has been.
All summer long they've come and gone.
But still, for your hand I seem too long.