Best Yawned Poems
A yawn went through the shop that day,
loudly and proudly, and I could not get away.
I watched it coming, flowing mouth to mouth,
first it went east, and then it turned south.
I tried to run, but it caught me as I turned a corner.
A little girl yawned big before I could warn her.
It is weird how powerful a yawn can be.
I believe it got all of us and there were at least twenty-three.
I tried to escape before it entered its second round,
but I did not get far as this is a very small town.
Categories:
yawned, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Dawn gently woke the sun on this humid morn
He yawned with splayed fingers of tepid light
dappling brown cattails along the lake's edge
and golden wings of a dragonfly ready for flight
A tint of rich ochre glossed over the water
suddenly rippled by strokes of a bull frog
and a blue heron appeared for his breakfast
Quietly, I observed them through wisps of fog
Upon the calm lake at this birthing hour of day
Nature reveals the ambiance of her majesty
In pastel threads, tightly woven with her breath
she creates sunrise scenes like those of a tapestry
Categories:
yawned, morning,
Form:
Rhyme
Dawn gently woke the sun on this summer morn
He yawned with splayed fingers of tepid light
dappling brown cattails along the river's bank
and gilded the wings of mosquito hawks in flight
December 17, 2021
Bite Size Poem #30 Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Categories:
yawned, nature, sunshine,
Form:
Rhyme
Not too long ago, and being so small,
I knew of my purpose nothing at all.
~ Oh, sweet little bud, how I yearned to be fed,
Abiding long days, hoping petals would spread.
As cotton clouds cried and moistened my space,
I bloomed forth in glory, sun warming my face!
~ One illustrious morn, as my rounds had begun,
Your petals yawned tenderly, kissed by the sun.
A beautiful bird with fast-flapping wings
Is nourished by me; oh, how my heart sings!
~ Now, dear one, don't fear me, as gently, I spin,
For precious, the nectar, that sweetens within.
The reason my sisters and I sprang from earth -
Sweet-scented and pink - I now KNOW! I have worth!
~ Each sunrise we'll greet with harmonious song,
Serenading the day ... until shadows grow long!
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Duets: I Shall Collaborate With You" Poetry Contest, James Edward Lee, Sr, Judge & Sponsor. Written by Andrea Dietrich, (the flower, left side), and Gregory R Barden, (the hummingbird, right side).
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Collaboration - Grab A Writing Partner" Poetry Contest, Joseph May, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
yawned, bird, flower, friendship, metaphor,
Form:
Lyric
That summer day was cooling down just right
We kind of borrowed his dad's custom van
But Rick didn't care he said " it's Friday night"
He punched the gas and headed for Jackson
Determined to party, we had beer on ice
The sun went down just when we got to Main
A quarter mile long, so we ran it twice
Nothing going on, this was getting lame
He swung the van around with a big moan
Cranked up the stereo and yawned real wide
Two girls were standing there at the pay phone
We never did stop, I yelled "want a ride"
Someone did said something, so we backed up
We ended up talking about a double date
The pizza parlor across the street, duh
And just thirty minutes later, well we were late
Pam had this gorgeous sun bleached golden hair
Maria was.. Maria was perfect for Rick
We took off for just about anywhere
The lookout point seemed to do the trick
The love that grew between us was so strong
We got married in Jackson, my Mom's plan
I'm a grandpa now, just where I belong
Late, but he did make it, Rick my best man
Categories:
yawned, life, wife, sun,
Form:
Rhyme
Not too long ago, and being so small,
I knew of my purpose nothing at all.
Oh, sweet little bud, how I yearned to be fed
Abiding long days, hoping petals would spread
As cotton clouds cried and moistened my space,
I bloomed forth in glory, sun warming my face!
One illustrious morn, as my rounds had begun
Your petals yawned tenderly, kissed by the sun
A beautiful bird with fast-flapping wings
is nourished by me; oh, how my heart sings!
Now, dear one, don't fear me as gently, I spin
For precious, the nectar, that sweetens within
The reason my sisters and I sprang from earth -
sweet-scented and pink - I now KNOW! I have worth!
Each sunrise we'll greet with harmonious song
Serenading the day until shadows grow long!
A collaboration poem for
James Edward Lee Sr.'s Duets: I Shall Collaborate With You Poetry Contest
Categories:
yawned, nature,
Form:
Lyric
"And when you stand praying, if you hold anything against anyone, forgive him, so that your Father in heaven may forgive you your sins" (Mark 11:25)
The air was still, the morning misty cold,
and birds were singing melodies sweetly loud;
I shook off my dreamy dream and felt the chill,
the morning misty cold, the air was still.
I stretched and yawned, rising from my bed,
the last wispy threads of sleep now shed;
I brushed my long hair till no tangles were found,
rising from my bed, I stretched and yawned.
As I touch him sweetly, I whispered awaken my love,
he spoke cruel words and jumped up raising his fist above;
he looked ugly and my heart was scarred completely,
I had whispered awaken my love, as I touched him sweetly.
The cliff rose high, the sea beat the jagged rocks,
I was shattered and wanted to die for my heart held only locks;
no beautiful rapture laid within my soul as I looked at the sky,
the sea beat the jagged rocks, the cliff rose high.
Weeping in this lonely place, I prayed to the Lord then,
forever I vowed, I will write forgiveness with my mighty pen;
I will write amazing poetry- like birds gliding with wings of grace,
I prayed to the Lord then, weeping in this lonely place.
___________________________
March 20, 2019
Poetry/Swap Quatrain/Forgiveness
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1126-317-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Swap Meet
sponsor, Carol Connell, Theme chosen #2 Forgiveness
Ninth Place
Categories:
yawned, forgiveness,
Form:
Quatrain
( In honor of my historical neighbor, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, whose family's summer home is about a mile from where I live )
~
The captain shook his head, lost in his thought
His daughter was his dear and treasured prize
So blessed he'd been to have her on his yacht
Her joyous heart and bright blue mama's eyes
But now that one sweet choice became unwise
They'd left the port in fairest skies and breeze
The old wood ship set sail with grace and ease
But when the midday sun had reached its mark
The day turned bleak and higher grew the seas
With all the world about them dimmed and dark.
Proud captain lashed his daughter to the mast
Tho' wrapped in tartan wool to keep her warm
An angry sea's cold maw yawned white, aghast
No schooner yet, had weathered such a storm
Out of the north-northeast in monstrous form
'Dear Father' cried the girl 'We're soon to drown!'
'No, not a chance', he lied, 'She'll ne'er go down!'
'She's built to stand the strongest winter gale!'
Though on his daughter's face, a frozen frown
For she was long since silent ... dead and pale.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Dizain" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
yawned, history, sea, tribute,
Form:
Dizain
I took my life into my hands and shook her.
Is this living? I asked.
She grinned.
We are already in the country, which was my dream
Once upon a time. But is it still?
I questioned this until the birds began to sing.
Then I knew.
This is absolute living.
A red fox sauntered by, way down the hill.
His fluffy tail making him appear jaunty and fun.
I laughed when he heard my laugh and raced away.
Squirrels came down and began chasing each other
Up and down the tree, around the tree.
One of them was dancing on the tiny red ledge of the bird feeder.
If this isn’t living, what would be? I asked the cat.
She yawned and rolled over, letting the sun tickle her tummy.
The dog ran off barking hysterically, angry because he had seen the deer.
The deer bounded off, one black tail, another white.
The flowers smiled at me from my garden.
Red roses, hot pink tulips, lavender lilacs.
My husband came out to the porch.
Is this living or what? He asked me.
He was wearing his underwear.
Categories:
yawned, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
The alarm went off!
I yawned and stretched.
Put on my pink sequined slippers
and streaming pink robe.
Which in my closet, I had fetched.
The abubble appetite of my furry
Stunning, purring calico.
Her soft tones, calling for breakfast,
Oh, so tenderly virtuoso!
The phone rang sweetly,'twas my
brother Jack.
Coming over with bagels, salmon
and fresh fruits in his sack.
To share a brother- sister snack!
Life is so magnificent was my
contemplation.
Free to be me, a citizen of this
most admirable American nation.
The Keurig harmonized so perfectly
with me.
To God be the glory, she sang so
sweetly!
September 28, 2019
4:30 a.m.
Categories:
yawned, america, brother, cat, food,
Form:
Rhyme
One of the advantages of growing old…one of the things I most adore
is how time slows down allowing me to enjoy the wonders around me a little more.
Yes, once I entered this unhurried state…perhaps the biggest prize…
is the time I have to talk to the trees…the birds…the dolphins…
even the dragonflies.
She landed on my hand…this dragonfly…then looked up at me and smiled….
“I’ve been flying for a long time.” She said. “Do you mind if I rest on you a while?”?
“Not at all.” I said as we walked together on the sand…
(actually I did all the walking while she rested in my hand.)
I thought there’s so much I can learn from her…so much to understand…
until she yawned and asked, “Can you tel me a story?” as she snuggled in my hand.
I wasn’t prepared with a story but I said, “I’ll give it a try.
This is story about the stars that twinkle in the sky.
I bet you didn’t know this little dragonfly…it’s probably something you don’t think about
but a star only begins to twinkle when it’s light is about to go out.
That’s a sign for an angel to fly by and set that twinkling star free….
to thank her for all the light she gave…then gently toss her to the sea.
Sometimes we can see that shooting star…sometimes we catch her final flash
as she transforms into a starfish before entering the water with a splash.
The dragonfly must have been quite tired…I’m sure my story was boring…
but when I looked at my hand…she was sleeping…and I think I heard her snoring.
She slept for quite a while as we walked along the beach that day…
and when she woke…she thanked me for the story…smiled…then flew away.
All the questions I had to ask her…well, I guess they’ll have to keep…
I did, however, learn that dragonflies like to listen to a bedtime story
before they go to sleep.
Categories:
yawned, insect,
Form:
Rhyme
I retracted my finger
from the pond's surface
and the earth made waves
that rippled through her heart
She sent an invite
asked me to say
we discussed dreams
until she yawned
I danced around
something or other
so I told a joke.
One time, at band camp
I felt my soul racing
And I've liked jazz ever since
"Boy you so crazy"
Then she sang
Strumming my pain with his...
I tried to chill
but felt overly electric
I imagined
Pianos in the dark
and her legs bent around
sunrises
till I started quaking,
She placed
a hand on my thigh,
patted it twice
and said
Sometimes she just wants to
talk less and feel
more blessed
We prayed for forgiveness
because we knew
we we're doing this
I ran my fingers
along her cheek
and she acted sleep
and that was that
I left with my innocence
intact, but I never should
have touched her
face so gently
Been loving jazz
without asking her name
Categories:
yawned, muse, music,
Form:
Free verse
Long for the tender tormenting touch of her slips, a vermillion vice of the abyssal depths that lay within the merest brush of her breath, a zephyr's caress that set aflame the parched arid landscapes of my wasteland as sighs hollow echoes whispered promises grew, the inferno of my longing raged, a maelstrom of need that threatened to consume all reason, all restraint in the swirling crimson vortex of those velvets, the boundaries of our recurrent reality grew tenuous, and the tyranny of the flesh held sway as the flexuous uncharted curves of your caress became the acid test of my resolve, dissolving the fragile, varnished veneer of self control, as the confinement of thy desires began to dissolve like gossamer under the scorching waxen sun of ardent, copious passion.
As we entwined, visceral privilege awoke, like hydras flourishing in some foresworn elixir, every casual respite yawned vacant, sucked into the vampiric vortices of intolerably testy discontent.
How provoking, this postponement of unbound reciprocity, tongue just grazing the tips of those plush velvet onyx lips, while catalyzing inveigling suspense
Categories:
yawned, dark,
Form:
Prose
Killington Mountain, one of the largest Ski resorts in New England.
With its webbing of trails, dotted with colourful kaleidioscopic ski outfits;
racing to the Castle they call a Base Lodge.
My Cabin is atop a mountain across two valleys from Killington's backside
I can see the untamed, wild and free side of Mother Nature's: True being
Where deers have no fears, and the Bald Eagle soars Free
I once did a recue mission there, and when all were safe, I walked
Into the forrest of Nature,where mankind had never before intruded
I walked where the Deer, Bed. where the eaglets squawked for food
I saw the Black Bear awake; "Good Morning Mrs. Black Bear"she Yawned
And walked away.I heard the Evergreens giggle as melting snow ticked Pines
The Serenity,Tranquility,enveloped me in Nature's Wonder of the World.
Inspired by Linda(PD) with her Contest: 7 Wonders of the Ancient and
New World. This POEM is one of my 7 Wonders.
This is Dedicated to all POETS who have written about the Autrocitys of
Mankind to " Nature or THE Beauty of Mother Nature in Rhyme "
This is not a Contest Entree
Categories:
yawned, animal, life, nature, spring,
Form:
Free verse
I write so when i'm wrong i'm still right,
I fly words like planes the wright brothers rite?
This is nothing new you could of knew what i'd do.
After ware and tear I wonder where you could wear a new outfit.
Go to the store to get chips, fruit snacks too, not a pack maybe two.
I wish I had a rode mic to use on the road,
Or a face cam to record while I rowed.
I just yawned but we're almost there, that's their way of saying they're tired.
The letter after S is a T, in my white tee, I drink tea and sing the alphabet.
In Spanish I know Si, yes I like the sea, someday i'll see, after my A B C's.
Pare look on my face with a pair of pears being tasted.
I sent cents to the scent store cause tax for her perfume was 4 pennies more.
I turn the bass low so I don't scare the bass in the water.
The tigers prey while I pray.
Duel fighters dual.
I meddle, in the mettle, until I get the medal.
Wether they know it or not the weather might change whether they like it or not.
They're on their way over there now.
I'm sure my principal knew the principles.
I'm about to cite what I sight on the site tonight alright.
You can vote at a poll in the north pole.
I bawled when I seen I was bald.
You ever seen a bear bare naked?
Don't bark up the wrong bark of tree.
Categories:
yawned, repetition, write, writing,
Form:
Alliteration