Best Wizen Poems
I Looked To Heaven That Christmas Night
What shall I do, cast far away my pen
Should wizen Cheshire cat stop its grin
Mighty Amazon stop its massive flow
I paint my Christmas scene devoid of snow
Nay, surrender poets must never do
Snap out of it, sling a new verse or two!
I once a grieving teen, found hope to write
After the shadow of death took a bite
And father went beyond the purple veil
Life fell into abyss, maddening hell
Years flowed past, a zombie I became
Fight the world, slay it was my morbid game!
Just before Christmas, our daughter was born
I saw life, love , hope- left behind my scorn
An angel, with blonde hair and sweet blue eyes
Gift divinely sent from heavenly skies
That very night, my pen spoke words to me
A treasure was given, now you are free!
Renewed the bond and joy again found
Oath to live, a poet honored bound
Given was again dearest saving light
I looked to Heaven that Christmas night
Nay, surrender poets must never do
Snap out of it, sling a new verse or two!
Robert J. Lindley, 12-20-2021
Rhyme, ( Based On A Life As Has Been Lived )
Dedicated to my beloved daughter
KaShaundra
Note:
These last few days, a gloom had came
I waded darkness, forgetting my name
In misery, I drank for sorrow's well
Was this world still here, I could not tell
I woke at dawn and saw a shred of light
Heard a stern voice say, rise thee up to fight
Give life a chance, are you not yet alive
Grab a pen and into poetry dive
Christmas is near, just a few days away
With that admonishment, I knelt to pray.
Categories:
wizen, christmas, devotion, faith, heaven,
Form:
Rhyme
How I'd like to make it last
Instead of a memory of the past
I cannot disavow
That im happy in the now
The flesh begins to manipulate
Sadly knowing of an expiration date
The more I'm here the more I wizen
With you heartbreak is on the horizon
Categories:
wizen, deep, love hurts,
Form:
Rhyme
Witches in my gardens, blessing them.
Using their notoriously generous green thumbs to help repot the plants snatched out by gray wind yesterday.
Witches, welcome! So grateful you have arrived!
Thank you for showing me the old one’s ways to grow the best thyme and basil possible.
The magic you bestow upon my garden, humbles me, and my daughters, and my daughters’ daughters.
To no one do harm, your motto, your creed. I know you in no way resemble the tales of
Witches in faerie tales, rather, mother earth faeries who got a bad rap because you followed
Your dreams and went your own ways in a patriarchal society. Scaring women who were afraid of your
Unseemly ways.
I am honored you chose my garden, bestowing your experience and your wizen ways
Upon my plants. Thank you, Witch sisters! Welcome!
Categories:
wizen, garden, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
She’s coming! Mom said this in a sing-songy way.
She knew that my twin and I were fascinated with Florence,
she was like our new toy. We had been afraid of her for years
due to her wizen face and her propensity to look like an older
version of the witch from The Wizard of Oz.
We ran out there like salivating puppies,
waiting for Florence to regale us with stories of hangings
or killing snakes, stories that gave us nightmares.
We were ten, ten-year-old girls live for nightmares, right?
She was leading Charming, one of her favorite goats,
as she laboriously walked toward us, head down, black hat,
nearly touching her shoulders. Her white gray hair was flying
out on one side. She stopped right before she reached us,
not looking up.
“Hey, Florence!” my twin and I both said at the
exact same time. I could tell she was smiling.
“Came to see Charming, huh?” she asked.
Then she giggled, but it was more like a cackle.
A cackle that used to terrorize us, but now it delighted us.
She was our new toy, she and Charming.
Categories:
wizen, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Feel the summer wind,
Rolling through the sky.
I’m missing a friend,
who’s said goodbye.
Though the storm is ending,
remnants remain.
Wounds that need tending,
for a mind still pains.
The cartoons play behind,
background noise for a night.
If I could I’d rewind,
and never let passion leave sight.
Turning backwards,
searching through time.
A forewarned hazard,
halting the climb.
Memories come calling,
I’m thinking of you.
I feel like I’m falling,
could we make it through?
Lost and alone,
I’m prepared to find the way.
A light has shown,
haunting thoughts left at bay.
The journey has paused,
but I hope it’s not the end.
Look at the sadness I’ve caused,
I’m so sorry my friend.
A time spent to wizen,
a feeling of behove.
One day upon the horizon,
I hope we’ll fall again in love.
Categories:
wizen, depression, hope, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
Written: May 21, 2024, For Edward Ibeh Contest
“If you look closely you can see that they are all interconnected, symbolic of a never-ending circle in which it is simply impossible for the dog to catch the rabbit.” — Kit Williams
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Witness divine—glorious wonders for mankind.
Magnificent sky with swirling clouds that hide.
Sunbeams brilliantly—brightening the earth.
Moon warms the farmland for a night's worth.
Witness the power of the jewels' harmless light.
Satin fuchsia flower buds sparkle at first sight.
From pristine spot—amethyst wishes may sprout.
I wish to acquire beyond halcyon hues of stout.
In symphony, raindrops adorn and stifle the land.
Winter flakes coat the land and expand.
Nature's lyrics are in varied and tidy dimensions.
Calm woods, singing brooks, swift river distention.
Cherish dear pets, nature, birds, and seafood.
God's riches are bestowed nearby and cooed.
This life is knit with family, love, zeal, and friends.
We suffer agony and adore food, but not fiends.
With a sight of ethereal happiness.
look deeply and faithfully with sappiness.
To prevent overlooking anything crucial.
Reached elixir peaks—won a prize celestial.
Look through a veil of belief, full of hope.
A peek at divine glow and limitless scope.
It's awe-inspiring getting close to nightfall.
Strive for success—and never let yourself fall.
Look at the rain cloud—raindrops might fall.
But beyond, light radiates out from its crawl.
Witness the butterfly—which is truly rare.
Bear note of its progress as it climbed in the air.
In Stygian hues, we sank over brink of death.
A supple poise, a tale of dichotomy, an eerie lethe.
It is a timeless being—never altering itself in light.
Disease, warfare, belief, and culture sham sight.
Behold a charming face adorned with a smile.
Then delve inwardly—descry heart beguile.
It is akin to a dawn breaking on the horizon.
Time is never idle for anyone, wax or wizen.
Rising costs and overworked staff members.
Stretch your horizons—discover raw tempers.
Judges' words rang out in a split legal system: "Jail!"
Marvel at ethereal entities veiled by mortal trails.
Categories:
wizen, appreciation,
Form:
Rhyme
Stairway to Wise Woman Faerie Cottage
I found it when I was eight
Spent many an hour inside
Learning the wizen ways of a sorceress
Wise Woman confided she was looking for a novice
to be trained to replace her when the time came
The time was apparently this week
For the stairway had disappeared for fifty years
Today it is back. I eagerly skip up the steps
Ready to see Wise Woman.
Her flesh is gone, but her spirit is all over the cottage
Reminding me, and teaching me
I am amazed that I remember her magic
And how to produce light and love in others
Wise Woman magic, taught by the queen of the woods,
My new title, whispered quietly among the elves and faeries
Categories:
wizen, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Imagism
In my eighteenth season, strangers used brotherhood as decorative
ribbons to gift me a feel and a truth that have stayed my life long. At a nature adorned ranch flowed a celebratory wedding reception upon soft
green field carpets so lush that they matched the gentle generosity of
my host's acceptance. I was a welcomed wanderer, a presence made
to feel I belonged and was valued. Old, wizen oak and willow trees
provided a poetic, scenic border for the velvet ground and shaded the
serene river on the other side of their mighty and graceful tree limbs.
It was Fall, of course it was Fall, the season of lusciousness and breezes
that render promising tickles upon titillated flesh. As music flowed, love
in sincere smiles became hand-to-hand holding, loose swaying arms, and uninhibited kicks from dancing legs all moving carefree bodies in a spontaneous, jubilant circle of dance. In a flash-know, I felt harmonious sensations empower all to unite in the spiritual perfection from which
we had come and would, in time, return as brothers and sisters gone home.
sun rays pulse pleasure
when perfect harmony sounds ~
leggy spirits kick
Vibrating elations brightened the sun’s own light and dissolved all human egos’ need-feel to be acknowledged as right. I knew none of the faces, yet I knew them all, just as they knew me because a mutual dance
feel took us all inside core truth; all were one in the same from the same
one of perfect love. Such knowing elated my dance with soul-intoxication. The air continued piping in rock’s most poignant lyrics sung by genuine, emotive voices that grabbed us all while drums beat as one with our
hearts until our pulses ignited, and guitars glided on soared, radiating
nirvana highs through our inside-otherness. These sensations all led me
to know what I still know, dancing that unexpected afternoon was more important in establishing my life’s philosophical purpose than many of the priorities I had been taught were paramount to living a successful life.
songs swirl inner depths
lifting souls in all who dance ~
nirvana buzzes
Categories:
wizen, celebration, dance, emotions, faith,
Form:
Haibun
I dreamt your illusion
{In voyeuristic colours.}
Bedded down the rust
of wizen memories
{sun dried.}
Laid harvest moon
upon devils night;
drank vacuous images
it produced.
In the saw-teeth bracelet,
I read another epitaph
{and learned your name.}
A bible, sewn to your heart,
Kerouac’s roman candle
burned bright,
{not a tiger in sight.}
Yet you always purred,
so loud.
I watched as you
overflowed,
drenching the thirst
of arid admirers.
{Laughing at drunken egos.}
That frown you dropped,
landed upside down.
I watched as you picked
up a smile,
then wonder who the madman was.
{It was always you.}
Macadam was missing
(in)sanity that you threw
at empty spaces,
while trying to hide,
{in between raindrops.}
At least in tomorrow’s birth
we can douse explanations.
Categories:
wizen, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Two pair of Eyes, assigned as leads,
by the puissant heart! As per the role had needs.
The play comprised a script of emotion,
and the pair showed utmost devotion.
Though rebellion ushered, but still they quelled,
Unaware of what the fable's future held.
One's defeat was written in the gamble with fate,
and at stake was the other's faith! As bait.
But the pairs were so much versatile,
that they could maintain many expressive profiles.
Legend has it! That once they shared a Paean,
synonym for an unctuous elegy about to wizen.
It's said that!
What they would see was whimsical, minus any frown,
even those sparkling above would come dancing down.
One was surreal and they named it 'Dew' !
but it was a tear drop out of those few.
It all happened ! because........
Once Destiny invited Heart to suggest,
that it had found an end to their existing quest.
It had found the suitable characters,
Who they thought will make their tale to be remembered Ever after.......
Categories:
wizen, dedication,
Form:
Rhyme
To wake up every morn with a lively song,
And inhale the stephanotis fragrance strong,
Will it not urge us to pass our summer day,
Forget the night and chase our bad dreams away?
Dawn arises above the far horizon
Thoughts and meditations really wizen,
We accept God's gift given freely to us,
Enjoy nature which He has given us thus.
Let us savour our blue lively skies so clear.
Employ all our hours in good and not in fear.
Make certain that what we do comes from our will,
Tasks of honour and charity we'll instil.
Categories:
wizen, 10th grade,
Form:
Couplet
AFRICAN SUNSET
Watching the sun sinking into a golden horizon,
My heart’s glad as I watch the evening sky siphon,
The scorching heat from an African day,
Giving reprieve to all life that may,
Rest until the morrow, now a day older and wizen!
Categories:
wizen, africa,
Form:
Limerick
Delightfully dancing delicate doppio,
twirling the twisted turns.
Staccato steps, softly sublime
Reaching rich rapture.
Pausing, pondering performance parameters
Considering critical, controversial clash
Taking time to tackle the tearful troupe
Before breaking buoyant babble
Wizen words, woefully wrapped,
delivered. Deadening delirious delight.
Seeking solace; silent sobs slip softly.
Categories:
wizen, life,
Form:
Alliteration
Mother Nature maternal winsome hold;
exhales sweet air from sun up til twilight.
To the farthest height in the skies, birds enfold;
blueness stream favorer lustrous moonlight.
Sweet amber honey lures its stinging hive.
She gazes upon the red horizon;
raising a buffet of elements strives;
dislocating her body and wizen.
In her wits end delight, in warlike rage,
waging the seasons, dividing them in halves,
offering everything, despite her age,
trailing shadows like wakes that it must have.
Tugging at her breast, masses left; the wrath
orphans and widows in the aftermath.
6/13/2017
Categories:
wizen, anger, nature, weather,
Form:
Sonnet
The Winter Season
My body is crying, Fall is leaving
The sensitive moon is screaming
The stars is losing their nocturnal fans
Their admiring nights is disappearing
My body is yelling, Winter is coming
The lakes are complaining for visitors
The beaches are sadly missed by their vibrators
I desire my forestry strolls with my birthday suit
Which's so magnetic for the sexuals admirators
Against the cold season, we need the advocators
My body is trembling, my tears are frozen
In the forest, woods are selected by dozen
To create a warming fire with marshmallows
Even though the sweaters act like good citizen
My skin is metamorphosing like a flower wizen
Categories:
wizen, depression, nature, seasons, winter,
Form:
Verse