Best Wheeze Poems
If I have the time, I’ll wait eons, to greet you in scarlet dawn
As you marvel its vermillion garb embossing marigold arc
Emanating golden sparks, piercing hazy contours of dark
While gilded ripples glisten pond, where floats a snazzy swan.
Listen I’ll, to the music of morn, in songs of gentle breeze
Quivering new growth on barren trees where chickadees sing
Shedding dread of winter, in adoration of vibrant spring
As you thrill in waltzing hills, where green conifers wheeze.
Ambling through idyllic meadows of my coveted dreams
I’ll emerge in gilt-sunshine on silken petals glinting dew
Where pink and purple rosy blooms enliven to enchant you--
Meeting you where giggling streams glitter in amber beams.
By your side in a quiet spot, I’ll watch the sparrows fly by
Hopping from branch to branch in euphoric random dance
Scurrying suddenly in curvy flight, inviting your glance
Celebrating freedom, flying high, into expansive blue sky,
And compose a chapter of doting allegory in romantic glory
Lingering in hearts where cadent verses of desires sway
Turning up the tempo, letting life’s ravishing rhythms play
As hours and days accumulate slowly, into eternal love-story.
December 17, 2019
Placed 1st: If you have the time for an enclosed rhyme poetry contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
HM: Strand select 10 contest by Brian Strand
Categories:
wheeze, imagery, love, nature,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
The steep waning of duskfall held by one
Cuddled by a wheeze , the dim air’s pale light,
Nestling upon boughs of memoirs undone
As scenes rise mildly with an ached delight.
Although fall plunges into my own depth,
Giving way to chills of winter ,prolonged
So must spring blossom with a fragrant breath
For roam I must through peaks of Augusts’ song.
And musings dip upon the faltering wings
A blazed remembrance of seasons’ refrains;
Snuffed by love’s risk, hardened from cold warning
Oh time withers, breaks ...still I call your name.
Hearts evade pleas, sweet moments gone astray
That now I rest on a crib of old stars
But such is life allowing what is the way;
To gather new treasures...near or afar.
Judy Konos' C'est La Vie
11/5/2014
Categories:
wheeze, life, nostalgia, relationship,
Form:
Rhyme
This morning I went shopping
Tripped over, started hopping
My milk bottle it went slopping
The store cleaner began mopping
I hobbled out of the store
Got caught in the sliding door
Lost my wallet and now I’m poor
I really can’t take anymore
Then I fell on to my knees
Dropped my bag and my car keys
Gave out a massive sneeze
And then began to wheeze
I found my red sports car
The door it was ajar
They’d stolen my Snickers bar
It really was quite bizarre
I jumped behind the wheel
I began to shout and squeal
Why my Snickers did they steal -
It really was quite surreal
My shopping trip was tough
I was feeling pretty rough
I drove off in a huff –
I’d really had enough
Had an ache in my poor old head
Drove home and went to bed
Shopping trip left me half dead …
Will opt for home delivery instead!
I thought I’d pen a rhyme
With words that are sublime
I hope this one is fine
And in the list will shine
05~28~15
Contest:- Rhyme Time
Sponsor:- Pendleton Arkwright
Categories:
wheeze, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
When I wake up, you'll be there
Warm mocha eyes, café au lait
On cold days. On warm: parfait
On rippling breeze of wind, air claire
In gliding streams of sundust words
I see inside the one you are
The one so near, so very far
Smithereens of you, carried by birds
Perfection, it does not exist
You are, I am, nous sommes
Each other's imperfection balm:
Completing what the other's misses
Each time I sleep, you're with me
I revel in your familiar wheeze
I add mine too, one wheezing breeze
Lovely and (im)parfait, across the sea
***
March 24, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Categories:
wheeze, beautiful, boyfriend, encouraging, for
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
THE MEADOW
Spread
Neath umbilical sky
On nutrient Earth
She stands alone this noon
Surrounding woods
Mountains
Distant structures
Seem to encase the lush green plot
Have taken on a sunny sheen
Then there is this peaceful babbling brook
running through
sparkling
wetly whispering
GOD!
What an ecstatic vision!
But wait!
Come
Lie down on fairy moment’s colorful hay
Smell the wild flowers
Hum a happy tune
Then Listen!
Oh!
Below!
A wild bacchanal defames all empyrean image
Slither-slide –
Bunnies mice POP!
Bees dragonflies
Winged squadrons buzzing BANZAI!
A billion glassy eyes of every size
Looking for kill
Or pre-empting demise
Shiny black bugs on nature’s green rug
Distant
The sound a staccato wheeze
A high wire din
Like one hundred tortured violins
Then rise
Return to that simpler view
Smile in wonder
That nothing in nature is static
And wonder what’s going on inside of you?
Dave Austin
Categories:
wheeze, nature,
Form:
Free verse
The death of winter carries varied sights.
In April, when dandelions roar, “It’s Spring!”
green yards transform by magic overnight.
Gramps had sprayed his lawn, but in ours weeds bring
an old game for kids as they dance and swing.
Small windmills in disguise, children spread seeds
giving Grandpa a cause for some dismay.
He is no grouch, fence conversation leads
to friendly talk of butterflies at play -
riddles about what nature does in May.
The kids amazed, watch squirrels building nests,
questions evolve about the birds and bees.
Gramps calls them varmints - Mother's Nature’s pests.
“Ask your folks”, he replies with cough and wheeze.
In naptime dreams, he aims a gun at trees.
Gramps takes a walk, golf umbrella hovers
for spring rains do not announce their coming.
A neighbor lady hobbles to cover.
Listen, his cane on her sidewalk - drumming,
sweet songs of spring love, two voices humming.
written May 7, 2014, edited on May 25, 2014
Categories:
wheeze, spring,
Form:
Quintain (English)
Snowflakes adorn blurry morn, gently, gently trickling down
As salted streets are turning brown across this weary town
While tilting trees blow wheeze of breeze in throe of snow
In aerial dance of wintry woe, as tips of twigs sun rays glow.
Driving slowly, traffic is moving, blinkers brightly turning on
As somber day, bearing yawn, is awakening bleak and drawn
When kids thrilled, frolic and build, a snowman on their lawn
Celebrating school closings on this messy, dampened dawn.
Peering scenes tinted gold, hushed romantic gazes behold
Fixating on meadows bold, where pristine paintings unfold
Delighting in the glowing blaze that brightens daze of malaise
Appealing to zeal of morning, blushing haze in emergent rays.
A deer ambles besides her fawn, exiting her quiet hideout
Curious to scout how leisurely strollers are sauntering about,
Ruminating sunshine while darkened clouds are phasing out
As bluing skies, sparkle eyes, illuminating zest of astral clout.
Beyond foothills, tall cliffs sigh, scintillating in sapphire sky
When far from here, climbing up high, cerulean motifs vie
As cobalt imprints horizons amplify, where birds merrily fly
Announcing to the receding storm: it’s time to say goodbye.
When daylight quivers on melting mound of thawing ground
Amidst whispers swirling around, muffled wind’s hissing sound;
Golden glints thrill, glistening hill, tinting the landscapes blue
Refracting puddles in ornate view of glinted beams’ opal hue.
November 16, 2020
Poem of the day on November 18, 2020
Placed 1st: In rhymes sublime poetry contest--by Joseph May
Categories:
wheeze, morning, nature, snow,
Form:
Rhyme
The main purpose of life is to live rightly, think rightly, act rightly. The soul must languish when we give all our thought to the body.
Mahatma Gandhi
___________________________________________
Winter is a suitable time to savor,
Silent, quite starving for, my only flavor.
Quiet seclusion enhances my languish,
Providing pause, meditation, and favor.
Frozen days of chilly nip raise my anguish,
Apply comfy sheets, light for cold to vanquish.
A dreadful bulk of cloud and a brisk breeze,
Inspire sloth in a book respite, prankish.
Beautifully arching shrubs and trees,
A ballet of nature's dreams and appease.
White feathers tumble to the soil below,
As sapphire shines, emerald first wheeze.
Fumes in chimneys coil, merge, and grow,
I burn a recollection as shadows undergo.
Crystal-clear river, frozen pearls, pristine,
Wind gusts at dusk in a cold stream flow.
It's peaceful in my heart and serene,
And mesmerized by the gorgeous scene.
Calm and eased by the stark lightness.
Winter is when I languish, purify, and shrine.
Indigo optimism overlays placid rightness,
Potent nature pride ethereal brightness.
A lovely mix of purple haze made it lighter,
Insignia aesthetic—only ebbing politeness.
Categories:
wheeze, analogy, appreciation, heart, winter,
Form:
Rubaiyat
The glass once lucid
now deflects glow differently.
A chuckle clenched in the wind,
blanching and flaming.
Where were we?
Footprints echo, retreat, advance
sagging floor, missing nails.
Not long enough--
like a wheeze folding in and out,
a beam of light held in a still moment.
Sagging floor, nails missing,
steps forth, then retreat.
Where were we,
blanching and flaming,
a chuckle loosed in the wind—
now the glass, no longer lucid,
deflects the glow differently.
Categories:
wheeze, memory, nostalgia, time,
Form:
Free verse
The temperature dropped by six degrees,
snow now carpets the ground and tall fir trees.
I adore wintry days such as these,
and dash to the shed with my bunch of keys
then ferret around and find my old skis.
I hurry inside out of the chill breeze
then dress in my waterproof dungarees -
if I fall over they may save my knees!
My friends live nearby, they're from overseas
they’re superb skiers I’ve seen their expertise.
They have a sweet dog he’s a Pekingese –
he can’t come here as he’s covered in fleas,
and my allergy to dogs makes me sneeze!
We meet at the ski slope, I feel at ease;
on climbing to the top I start to wheeze -
my friends laugh at me, they are such a tease!
Monorhyme Contest
Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
02~12~17
Categories:
wheeze, friendship, fun, humorous, snow,
Form:
Monorhyme
Alley cats meow
Bees buzz
Canines bark
Ducks quack
Elephants snort
Frogs croak
Geese honk
Horses neigh
Iquanas wheeze
Jaquars snarl
Kangaroos thump
Lions roar
Mice squeak
Northern flickers wick wick wick
Owls hoot
Parakeets chirp
Quaggas whoop
Roosters cock-a-doodle-doo
Scorpions snap
Turkeys gobble
Urials baa
Vultures hiss
Wolves howl
Xuhai goats bleat
Yaks moo
Zebras bray
Thursday, October 21, 2021
Categories:
wheeze, animal,
Form:
Abecedarian
Cupid, drawback your bow, please
Don’t let it miss, don’t let it tease
Release the string, let the arrow wheeze
Squeeze through the trees
Carrying it off in the gentle breeze
Pierce my lover’s heart when I’m on my knees
Cupid drew back his bow while I proposed
She saw the ring in my hand and froze
Weeping shrieks of passion came up close
Caressing my face saying I do when I arose
1/6/2016
Categories:
wheeze, love, proposal,
Form:
Rhyme
Please help me doctor
I feel I can't breathe
my throats closing up
and it's making me wheeze
i'm sure it is asthma
or cancer or worse
please give me something
else I'll leave in a hearse
You poor little thing
it is all in your head
i've told you before
take these tablets instead
it will rob you of all
that makes you yourself
but will stop all your worries
of physical health
But doctor believe me
something is wrong
you've ignored all my symptoms
for far too long
one day i'll be gone
and you'll be to blame
for making me think
i'm completely insane
Me again doctor
this time it's my breast
there's a lump in there now
my cancer has spread
I know it is something
don't give me no pills
cancer is scary
i've seen it,it kills
I've sent you for tests
and they've all came back clear
A chemical inbalance
is the cause of your fear
please try these pills
you will feel just fine
stop wasting the doctors
invaluable time
I've taken your tablets for nearly a year
they did as you said and they stopped all my fear
it suppressed my emotions
my creative flow
but thankfully did
kill my feelings of woe
I realise now that they came at a price
i'd like to return them and start living my life
Categories:
wheeze, anxiety,
Form:
Verse
A Special Poem For Older Folks
A row of bottles on my shelf
cause me to analyze myself.
One yellow pill, I have to pop
goes to my heart so it won't stop.
A little white one that I take
goes to my hands so they won't shake.
The blue ones that I use a lot
tell me I'm happy when I'm not.
The purple pill goes to my brain
and tells me that I have no pain.
The capsules tell me not to wheeze
or cough or choke or even sneeze.
The red ones, smallest of them all,
go to my blood, so I won't fall.
The orange ones, big and bright
prevent my leg cramps in the night.
Such an array of brilliant pills
helping to cure all kinds of ills
but what I'd really like to know...
Is what tells each one where to go!
Categories:
wheeze, funnyme, me,
Form:
Light Verse
Darkness uttermost
Howl gobblins, gooks, grinch and ghost
Dripping touch of night
Blood like curdled light
Candle tears, white serpents hiss
Shadowing the mist
Hell has broken free
Behind the masked jubilee
Of death's silent screams
Rats, pumpkins, dead dreams
In dried fairytales of leaves
Mark, our prank deceives
The shuddering knife
Not again, jack ripped his heart
With pale piper's fife.
Not heaven nor art
The cold merriment, a wheeze
Of dark wintry breeze.
Categories:
wheeze, mystery, seasons, visionary
Form:
Haiku