Best Weltering Poems
I feel your unrehearsed pauses--
the rustle of a blue shirt in leaving
a tangy ache your firm lips make,
holding back cold, collected words.
This rendezvous ... a slow-fire quiver
an ending which has it's own interment;
and outside, night wrestles with time
brittle dew against my eyes, dry mouth
licking an estranged bite that reminds me
of your frivolity . Until sighs
become hollow and stuttering
like a thirst from a weltering breakwall.
So it is with discovery,
the trails of affection are never mine
as I call you grimly,' 0 heart-breaker'
while banging shells litter on the dunes
as this heart shrinks from tangled lies:
There is still much to learn about
young passion... needles upon my chest
losing you from sight like a migrant breeze...
for a woman , fragile at eighteen.
Categories:
weltering, heartbroken, youth,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
i have kissed beneath summer’s sweltering
fragrance your array of spackled decay
in lovely gardens; sweet roses weltering
plundered and plucked; an incidental lay
beneath your satin I have run my fingers,
trembled as famished breasts groped my
own; your mellow poetry still lingers
imperviously enriching - and when i try
to kiss another i feel your haunting roots
encroaching my tingled thighs and i shake
beleaguered by your lavender; heat shoots
through laboring reeds sprouted mistakes
pale panhandlers passionately proposed
then by your tender
i’m awaiting... (so you suppose)
4/8/17
Categories:
weltering, lost love, love, lust,
Form:
Sonnet
West Texas Wildflowers
Waving in the wind
Weather-worn whispering
Whirling warnings to my window
As I water my wallflower
The weeds won’t stop growing
So I whistle the wisdom
I once welcomed
As I wish it away
Watch me wane
As it wastes me away
I’m wilting
With the willows
Weeping
Weakening in this web
woven around me
I’ve quit wondering
What a wasted world
I’m surrounded by
Windows but the walls are all warping
Who waged this war not worth winning?
Will all you want
But wait as you will if you are not working
No time for wandering
I work because I’m weltering
But I’ll always grow weary of the wyrd
The west Texas wildflowers warned me
Categories:
weltering, conflict, depression, destiny, nature,
Form:
Alliteration
Racing the oval of tide
Watching the sun and moon collide
Riding on horses in the oval of fate
Saddling on courses in the ring of slate
Horses in breeds of colors and shade
Forces in creeds of odors and glade
Mares and lasses of cold and wintry grounds
Grasses and races on parch, dusty mounds
Sun speaks of myths and bounds of horses' blether
Moon tweaks on blithes and squally weather
Sun and moon are light and dark horses
Scuttling, bustling in many races
Sprinting is a long distance course
Glinting and weltering without remorse
Humans breathe as horses, treading and running with reins
Born to win in the oval... praying, striving with strong veins!
Categories:
weltering, courage, men, strength, women,
Form:
Rhyme
As I rush past the dastardly faces of those in pain,
I begin to ponder if it were possible to die here,
Surrounded by disease and loneliness the decrepit weep under those in control,
There daily dose of detrimental disruption,
The toxins streaming through their inadequate veins,
I slowly emerge from the empty corridor,
Hearing the woeful cries of those who are whining,
I have reached his bedside,
He looks up at me in such a way that cannot be compared,
I place my frigid hand upon his,
And I feel no warmth just the mulled sense of death in the air,
I glace at the tubes running from his weakened limbs,
His ever-growing fear racing through his diminished heart,
“Look after your mother, Noah”
A frail voice is heard,
I seek remorse from the dying man’s eyes,
How could I possible fill the leeway this man has kept between himself and my mother,
He is a constant trustee to my mother,
And a shoulder to bawl upon,
He himself knows he is approaching the inevitable,
His eyes wonder around one last time seeking a sense of fulfilment,
They soon lock on to my youthful eyes,
The diminishing hazel stained irises are slowly weltering away,
Along with my Gramps silver lined soul,
“Can you still have last words even though you are someone that isn’t well known?”
I chuckle with a teardrop flowing down my caressed cheek bone,
His hand lifts to my cherub like cheeks,
A final stroke of my now blessed face,
Only now do I notice the continuous beeps of machines is no more,
Just a flat line of sorrow.
Categories:
weltering, boy, cry, depression, family,
Form:
ABC
Glistening snowflakes on watery springs
falling down from heavens stage
making a chorus as angels sing
Heavens open to hear the sounds
of people singing all around
sheltering tree's help critters shield
their baby's in the winters field
calling out to nature's door
hoping snow will fall no more.
But spring appears in one days time
opens up the weltering sun.
Written by:©Betty Bolden
8-10-04
Categories:
weltering, autumn, baptism, beach, beauty,
Form:
Light Verse
Weltering, weltering
away at what
is so good in
life, sad to see go,
but oh so
sweet, not
sweet but
sweet, sweet
sorrow, yes
weltering sorrow
Categories:
weltering,
Form:
Free verse
Mattie & I
on the stream of
Soda Can
the heavenly hills
Of Hats.
The howling husked heard;
Just The Night Owls
And the waxes of weltering wobble of worms
All In Dreams
Then:
I rollover
And see Mattie
Swift asleep forever
And whimpering…
Aches
And I never eat-
Till Mattie wakes-
From his sleep:
--Dedicated To My Conscience,Abeer:R.I.P --
**Obese Is Not Okay**
For "Put Your Rebel On!" Contest
Categories:
weltering, loss
Form:
Blank verse
Couched on a cloud of immortal unrest,
Harmonies ring in the light of the moon,
None too diluted and none born too soon:
All in a lively, melodious quest.
Plumed by bright meteors burning on high,
Hither it calls me and weltering waves
Whisper my name while faint starlight engraves
Dreams of despair in the billowing sky.
Freed from the darkness of wearisome truth,
Wildly I sail on an ocean of ghosts,
Wide though remote from the cavern which hosts
Earthlings inclined to the dire and uncouth.
Calm is the night and remote is the call
Voiced by the seagulls imprisoned ashore.
Soothed by your kisses, I covet once more
Endless repose and within you I fall.
Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
Categories:
weltering, fantasy, love, nature, ocean,
Form:
Rhyme
Out of the wind,
the brown carpet is marked
prosaic like petals swept away
My snowdrops weltering in the winter
not even dead heading
can help their blind eye stalks
I feel like a pebble
roughened at the edges
and Im gifting no one
Mother nature has unearthed me
My eyes remain shut
I finger past the muddy morass
I feel blazed over
from the cityscape of lingering dreams
Not even the recurring home
joyous and warm
feels my pockets
I am a sunbaked bun
Categories:
weltering, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
God's Heaven
Written by Adam M.
Snow
A vision splendid of
the Heavenly scene,
filled my mind with
an image so clean:
the purity of the
road from which I
walk,
beyond the pearly
gates so pure and
white;
brighter than the
sun's brightest
light,
where the saints
goes to flock.
Awestruck was I,
with bright colors
so new;
beyond everything of
this earthly hue.
They glowed from the
flowers in eternal
bloom;
no death is seen, no
weltering of a rose;
true beauty only God
could compose -
with great
fragrance, oh
Heaven's perfume.
Oh the Heaven's
perfumes,
intoxicating scent;
so greatly with
love, Heaven's
intent.
Entwined with the
sounds of the
Heavenly choir;
great melodies with
angelic boasts.
And out of the
mouths of the
highest Heavenly
hosts,
singing with voices
of fire.
Oh the tunes of
Heavenly chorus
great,
flowing with love
and overflowing the
gates.
The power's so great
I fall to my knees,
I cannot help but
join in to sing,
(O' great is Thy
forever King -
great is Thy Maker
of peace.)
And suddenly there,
in crystal
sunlight's glow,
stands all those
dear ones we always
loved so.
I see my father
staring back at me;
my father whom I
lost in mid bleak
December.
Oh the treasures I
will remember,
like the beauty of
Heaven's seas.
As I see him, as
young as I;
no tears in Heaven,
still I wanted to
cry.
Never thought I
would see him once
more.
My father, my friend
is he -
a different man,
cancer free;
still my father
since the days of
yore.
Such great gift that
God has given me,
a vision of this
soon coming beauty.
A land so great for
a few yet so many;
the resting place at
the end of my life,
to lay down in peace
at the end of all my
strife.
I wait for Thee, O'
God, I wait for
Thee.
http://amsnow.weebly.com
Categories:
weltering, angel, beauty, god, heaven,
Form:
Rhyme
I am tasting the pristine water melted from the highest mountain up high
Dancing with the sun's rays over glazing summer's green grass
Floating with the weltering waves of a vast ocean at sunset
Riding the aborning knowledge of our next generation
Smelling the chastity of the first bud of spring bloomed with beauty and maturation
I am exploring your heart
laving your soul
sharing your thoughts
before I can love you
Categories:
weltering, adventure, art, love,
Form:
An orange sun lands,
bursts of burnt orange flares
and the highway shimmers
gives up the heat of the day
flames still simmering
under the cracked blacktop.
Driving squint-eyed into a vivid afterglow.
I am taking pictures with my mind,
developing, downloading
filing away snapshots of
this weltering of light.
I have to get home
it's getting late
and I must show her
those images
while they are still fresh.
She will coo and ah
while I proudly relay
the best miracle of the day
only half believing me.
Categories:
weltering, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
A beautiful melodic chance to enhance the ear
so sincere you shed a tear so severe you back it up like a domineer
but music is not just what you can hear
it sums up all of beauty, all art in motion
like the sound of the weltering waves of an ocean
an enticing novel with an addicting notion
like the sway of a woman's walk showing so much emotion
music is art-art is beauty-music is anything you look at to admire
exagerate goals to aspire, a passionate kiss to look up to eyes of fire
a soul mate's touch to inspire
as two become one in the best way to perspire, music
to hear, to touch, a sight an infamous might, music
the canarous dance of a butterfly when their wings dawdle
ketchup's lingering trip down the bottle
to your beautiful body i can't wait to fondle
your face to your utter essence, music in my life
making me smile in times of strife
keeping me at the end of my wits, sharper than a knife
you are music, my words are music, music all around
with each touch it glistens
so remember with music
you must do much more than listen
Categories:
weltering, art, music, passion, beautiful,
Form:
Ballad