Best Zigzagging Poems
Sitting on the cusp of dusk and evening
Placidly he ruminates where life has been
When she still believed in vibrant springs
And exulted dawning of purple mornings
Echoing exuberance of seasons’ calling
Fragile, yet colorful, as autumnal leaves
Delicate, aesthetic, as snowflakes falling--
Until she chose to surrender her dreams.
Oh! how fervently she cherished streams
Zigzagging ebulliently on their property
Digging lanes through prairies dark green,
Giggling, rushing, curving, on life-journey,
Pointing zealously, how to redirect destiny
Hosting daydreams of daffodils, milkweeds,
And tranquil bliss edifying lotus sanctuary.
Pity, neither did he feel her zestful appeal,
Nor could he allay those spaces left empty--
Between life as it is, and life that could be--
Saddled by incongruence defying harmony.
Lonesome he wailed tracing her footprints:
Cheered birds singing, doted stars twinkling,
Breathed-in her air scented with jasmines,
Buzzed in moth-passions of nocturnal winds,
Gazed deep woods where moon was rising,
And found her there, but not her meaning.
Yet, she came by, reminiscing through time,
Staying long enough, scanning the night skies--
But much as she tried, the Venus didn’t smile,
Alas! when she left, that was final goodbye.
April 28, 2021
Poem of the day on April 29, 2021
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Forlorn Hope
Categories:
zigzagging, lost love, moving on,
Form:
Verse
Sanctus!
Sanctus!
Sanctus!
Unison of voices in floral cathedral
Viola and pansies, a chorus of daisies
Amarrylis Chrisanthemum Agapanthus
Cascades of colour inviting a crescendo
Yellow petalled flowers of the sun
Bowed in prayerful contrition
To the Great and glorious One
Agape throats of ululating halleluia
Victoriously perched in garden Getsemane
Infected the song of creatures on high
Flying flowers of the sky
Glorificamus Tè
Benedictimus Tè
Adoramus Tè
Here come the butterflies
Flitting and darting and dashing and fun
Unhinged and erratic in zigzagging flight
Probing proboscis a coiled searching spring
Suffronic powder cover their knees and their wings
Urgent the nectar! The burrowing bees
Assembly of beauty -I become undone
Annointing my spirit- unfurling my sight
Categories:
zigzagging, beauty, color, flower, music,
Form:
Free verse
Amazing caramel, orange rose red sunset
Blazing behind the horizon as it
Comes forth with the absence of glittering stars
Dawn brings out the sight of white clouds and blue skies
Enlightening nature to wake with a
Fresh new day with the sound of the birds chirping and singing
Gathering food; feeding their young nestled in the nest between limbs
Huge old majestic oak as the leaves rustle and sway in the breeze
It sings the blessed song of peace and
Joy of the arriving of green spring
Keeping shadows of cool shade underneath its huge canopy
Leaving the living with a small place of haven amid the tall grass
Mist that swirls with fresh intoxicating air
Nutrients to the soil brings a rich harvest of green fields with
Of course, crickets, beetles, weevils, and critters with
Plenty of food for them to eat
Quiet of the night brings the cool gentle wind that sends crops
Rippling in the breeze
Sending and spreading seeds
To the yonder fields
Under the dark clouds of the
Vanishing moon
With wetness in the air from a nearby stream bringing early morning bumblebees
Xenogamy of
Yellow pollen traveling along a
Zigzagging path
8/1/2015
Contest Name: Nature Poems Only
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Categories:
zigzagging, nature,
Form:
Abecedarian
Searching your voice amid dissonant vibes
I followed your shadow into shiny meadows
Till mild breeze conspired with gusty winds
Turning sunshine into gushing rain showers.
Lost in the rainstorm was my clueless heart
Oblivious of directions to romantic path
Aimlessly zigzagging deserted barren land
When bountiful fields were always at hand.
Glimpsing sunshine that's no longer mine
Peeking from vestiges of rain drifting by
Painting lonely sky with panoramic scene
I reminisce how lovely life might've been.
Had I protected our nest from nasty winds
Hearing silence when music stopped playing,
Birds of our morning would still be singing
Praises of sunrise glistening misty prairies.
Showers left gifting spectrum of your sun
Uplifting my vision to sanguine horizon.
Hearing your beat I intimate your arrival
Taking my cue from our blooming garden.
February 19, 2018
Placed 8th:Sunshine and showers contest by Robert Haigh
Categories:
zigzagging, heartbreak, love, metaphor,
Form:
Verse
We strolled along deserted lanes
lined by straggly rubble walls,
adorned by yellow cowslips,
perfumed with early wild narcissus,
and music, a fine harmony,
performed by finches of all colours
Whilst blue **** and sparrow fly from tree to tree.
I lingered there, hoping I could get away
from the fathomless worries of the weary world,
or perhaps find rest in an eternal quietude.
We walked hand in hand, listening to the rill
Its clear waters zigzagging downwards.
She stared at the rivulet with wonderment.
I admired her composure, her interest
In all around her, a stoic tranquillity.
I invited her to sit besides me on a wooden bench.
Enjoy the vast silent panorama of the countryside.
No other human could be seen in the vicinity
Except far off, a farmer tilled his field.
She put her head against my shoulder.
We uttered not one word. It was pure bliss.
I realized love can be silent,
For utter silence is true love.
Categories:
zigzagging, appreciation, love,
Form:
Free verse
They float effortlessly
zigzagging,and fluttering,
so care free.
Watching them enjoying
the savory nectars, that
ripened flowers share and
release.
A pallet of majestic colors
are lavishly worn.
Orange, and blues,
lavender, and yellows
are vividly shown.
So many designs and
colors are painted on their
majestic beautiful
canvassed wings.
Inspiring the great
painters to paint in the
early spring.
They start out as a
larvae, who would have
thought?
They would metamorphise,
into, masterpieces and leave
us completely in awe!
Michael Tor 12/14/2015 Skat A Sponsor For Men Only (Could You, Would You)
Write About Butterflies Contest.
Categories:
zigzagging, beauty, butterfly,
Form:
Rhyme
(writing for the voice of my son who has terminal illness)
Reality is searingly intimate. But they say anguish,
woes and sadness are emotions best shared.
I am not saying I enjoy lamenting on them or heaping
tribulations on others if I can manage these on my own
with grace, tranquility and acceptance.
Scouring out the dregs of my past is a notion
unlike exploring uncharted territory, but like pain,
I want to stare at it in the eye, no flinching.
Yet I ask, when did all go wrong; when did the roads
become forks and twists, and steep cliffs.
But I could then peer on tiptoes over the edge, unafraid
to take leaps of faith, always landing on my feet upright.
When did the moment of divergence start?
Life then made sense. Challenges I met with daring
and a tenacity to execute and perform to perfection.
There was relevance in chumming the waters,
cloaking them with the grace and finesse
that accompanies experience and excellence.
Work was not a drag - I thrived in the eye of storms.
Memories of the past are now more vivid than images of the present -
I sense that everything seems to pause in a single still moment.
Riding on motorcycles like the devil was on my tail,
leading my co-riders zigzagging on dangerous trails -
the idea of death was a vagrant who wanders another street.
How I wish time is fungible - what I would give to be where I was,
how I was, had been, always there, complete and fulfilled -
satisfying needs, goals, ambitions - been there, done that
is not my cliche.
My heart is a stuck sled in the middle of a sand dune.
Although I am in a world of stasis, expecting nothing,
I realize I have this clarity of thought and unclouded focus
to shed fear and panic as I stare death in the eye,
so I can leave this world on my own terms.
I want to dodge self-pity, dwell on the serenity of acceptance.
There is an ethereal glow in the night sky -
it should be an insanely beautiful vista out there beyond life.
@jjote031024
Categories:
zigzagging, death,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Zealots are totally incapable of any emotion other than rage. It is an unalterable law that people who claim to care about the human race are utterly indifferent to the sufferings of individuals.
— Quentin Crisp
ZEALOTS
The raging machine, storms of zigzagging arrows, fueled by each word that bounces off the trampoline of their eardrums. A zealot sage, an oxymoronic knight, not a saint. Stained not with tears but billowing eyes and cheeks.
emotional wreck
concentrated on one theme
no deviation
The heave and the ho of heavy sacks. Teamwork in torrent. The zealot doesn’t stop to hear a prophet, except Simon. Simon will buzz in their ear about a diamond but the team has their eyes on the gold. With cold, strong hands, they sharpen their swords, meditating on the prize. They want to topsy-turvy, throw out the law, upturn the tables of dirty coins.
if one turned his head
a scene of perfect substance -
heals blind, deaf and dumb
Does the tyrant trump the zealot, or is power the point? Both explode. Not on their sides, you will be imprisoned or stomped out. Simple Simon was a zealot whose ears steared toward the Son of God.
Simon the Zealot
apostles known by their works
one’s tax collector
Zealots loose whilst hell’s hammer wills the fastening of cruel suffering. This innocent has the right approach to rid the world of tyrants though the chariots have not entered the course. The zealots would still be wielding their swords as the stone was kicked away in a powerful way.
Zealots have their way
the martyrs follow Christ’s way
Simon chose wisely
Categories:
zigzagging, angst,
Form:
Haibun
The river winds zigzagging through rainforest connected to its soul
On one side there are mountains that are with minerals like gold platinum and coal
On the other ocean to which the river will fall
By the curve of the river tree grows tall
It is tall, forked bifurcate and ramifying to the river owns its existence
Its leaves are emerald but look sapphire blue from the distance
It fallows the light of the sun with persistence
Its flowers show off their color and brilliance
Its subtle leaves move with gentle warm breeze
The nectar for honey from the flowers is collected by bees
The river often expands beyond its boundaries
The spirit of rainforest leaves in each of those trees
The cells of the tree are transformed and magnified
Into forms more bizarre then by red rain are supplied
When to them power of Great Eye is applied
The birth of divine by the angles is espied
The fields beyond abstract conjoined with multitude of essences of the soul
Is great power but eye is beyond it with no reference point to it at all
But even that is just basic description of sublime majesty that eye would install
For the true secrets of the eye are unknown to all but its own soul
Categories:
zigzagging, fantasy, green,
Form:
Rhyme
Love is a leaf in the wind
Floats and blows and spins
Settles for a moment but a gust
The gust steals it
It settles on a lawn
But the wind snatches
Spins and flutters
Zigzagging the leaf
Till it is raked into a pile
Carried to the mulch
The leaf turns into dirt
The dirt is used to grow food
Or the leaves are raked
And burned and the fire
Love is burnt till none
Categories:
zigzagging,
Form:
Epitaph
There is a stillness after the raging
storm, a quiet only disturbed by birds'
songs; so many joyful sounds now heard
the coos, caws, and chirping none lagging
Solid clouds still amassed, no zigzagging
from lightning flash, just gentle Hummingbirds'
songs heard and windchimes' music undergird
Is the Master a different scene staging ?
Yes, His plans will soon be in motion set.
This planet is facing changes unseen
before; the angels very soon will no
more hold the wind's destructive force_ and yet
Will He soon to earth come His own to glean?
His own He'll claim I know; then winds let go
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Contest: Miltonic Sonnet
Written: May 01, 2014
Categories:
zigzagging, faith, life, planet,
Form:
Sonnet
[A short List]
Weeds,
with roots reaching for China.
Poison Ivy,
hidden among the blossoms.
Wasps,
perching above, to dive bomb
as you walk through a door.
Mole runs,
zigzagging across the lawn.
Socks,
working their way downward,
with each step.
Dogs,
who won't stop barking.
Wet dog smell,
after a walk in the rain.
White pet hair on black slacks.
Unwashed bodies,
camouflaged by perfume.
Shoppers,
who hold up the line,
while they go back for a forgotten item.
Chain smokers,
in closed quarters.
Back bumper huggers.
The price of gasoline.
Categories:
zigzagging, angst,
Form:
List
A wonderous day, we're
Busy little bees buzzing,
Circling round
Dandelions, daisies, and
Early meadow rue, wild-
Flowers with open arms.
Gems, open blossoms,
Harmony of colors.
Incredible, arousing
Juices of fragrance
Keeping us busy
Lugging it all back to
Mommy in the beehive.
Nice that the wildflowers are an
Open diner,
Pollen for the asking.
Quick and easy, we can sit and
Rest on their open blooms and here
Summer right
Through
Until early autumn.
Veering in an out
Wings and body's
Xenogamy of
Yellow pollen traveling along a
Zigzagging path
6/3/2022
'Bee Creative' Contest Info
Sponsor Matt Caliri
xenogamy
[z?'näg?me]
NOUN
botany
fertilization of a flower by pollen from a flower on a genetically different plant. Compare with geitonogamy.
Categories:
zigzagging, flower, nature,
Form:
Abecedarian
Away dashes the last frigid brush of winter
Beauty cannot wait to rise and greet the sun
Crocuses are first to break through barren soil
Daffodils display their lacy, yellow petals next
Even the iris is beckoned by warmth
Fragile blooms pray another frost will not come
Gardenias bestow their sweet aroma
Hibernating forsythias wake to grace the garden with gold
In these early weeks of spring
Junipers need time to develop fruit
Kindling and firewood are laid aside
Lovers saunter through gardens
Magical kisses are shared beneath the draping willows
Nests appear high in tall trees
Oaks are filled with robins and blue jays
Peace is found in a hike through the woodlands
Quickly, a red fox darts across the trail
Rabbits are his prey
Squirrels shake their fluffy, furry tails
Total bliss is found in nature’s rebound
Upon the trellis vines are sprouting
Violet morning glories wake to greet sunrise
Winter must remain dormant for nine long months
Xylem carries nutrients to thirsty leaves
Yearlings with dotted hides emerge from forests to graze
Zigzagging among bushes, hummingbirds joyfully welcome spring
*Written February 21, 2015
Categories:
zigzagging, animal, flower, spring, daffodils,
Form:
Abecedarian
Dodging Hate’s Siren-Shriek
by Odin Roark
He had survived
Six months believed to have made him a man.
Today,
He only wanted his mother.
Today,
Time was running slow,
Slower,
Stopping,
Begging.
Such hopeful beginnings,
Such bestial endings,
Caked fingers bear blood,
Water too precious to remove.
As desert sand’s insistence
Makes mockery of fear’s dry heaves.
Skittering boot prints
Like zigzagging sand pipers,
Short of food,
Wary of enemies,
Making patterns so plain,
This prophetic hide and seek death dance.
Today…
Seems right—today.
Months of sand storms and fire,
Left but sun baked flotsam,
Mixed decomposing bodies of friend and foe,
Their survival charges piled high,
Making but for stumbling of boots
Across rotted bodies and limbs,
Even flies and rats now ignore.
With fingers blood-welded to weapon,
He lay down among the carnage,
Eager to know the peace,
The quiet,
The involuntary resolve,
Just for a moment,
Or two,
Just until the siren-shriek
Of an incoming missile's presence...
Just until it finds him and stops.
Not much to ask.
Not much
If anyone…
Anything…
Is listening.
Categories:
zigzagging, philosophy, war,
Form:
Prose Poetry