Brimmed Poems | Examples

Ladies of the Field

I’ve known these ladies of the field as long
as I’ve known the fields and walls of my childhood.
And yet they never did much to turn my head,
maybe once or twice. I never understood

my lack of interest. That was then. This year,
they got my full attention, if only by sheer
force of growth and presence – double in height,
robust and vigorous, nothing like the slight

frail frames they usually show off, and yet
not without that feminine sway and guile that set
them off like well-to-do beach ladies, tall
and easeful in their stride, wearing hats that fall

wide-brimmed like parasols over white faces
and cast down shadows clear to their feet.
So this summer’s growth of Queen-Anne’s lace –
still not my type, but sweet nonetheless.

Have You Ever Seen a Rabbit Wearing Glasses?

A rabbit's life, tragically upended
because of the company he befriended - 
where, once, happiness had brimmed,
he grew old, and his eyesight dimmed. 
His brain slowed down like molasses. 
'Twas then I saw him wearing glasses.
So, pitifully, he did implore, 
but the carrot said, "don't darken my door".
In the end, he took the dead man's walk,
led by a vitamin A-poor celery stalk.

After the Yearning

She spent so much of her time
in her mind wildly churning
fantasy with deep yearning
which she spun like useless twine,
then grew old, never learning
that her dreams, like clouds, had dimmed
joy with which life might have brimmed.

The accident was accidental

That day on Earth was filled with fun,
The weather was mild and clement.
The sun beamed down with gentle grace,
Cool air had just chased off the rain.

That party brimmed with food and beer,
We drank more than we ought to drink.
There wasn’t a single sober soul,
Not even the one meant to drive.

Still, we had homes we had to reach—
He drove, though steeped in alcohol.
Then came the crash, brutal and swift—
Not even one of us survived.

The burial came sudden and prompt,
Tears streamed as grief rent through the air.
"Too young to die!" the mourners wailed,
Bodies laid stiff, devoid of soul.

Four graves gaped wide to swallow whole—
The dug-out clay their final roofs.
Left for the ants to feast upon,
Till silence hushed all mortal wails.

Then angels came before Satan,
Carefully choosing whom to claim:
Some to hellfire, some to heaven—
That's how we stopped living with men.








Contest title: By accident 
Contest Judged:  June 23rd, 2025 2:48:00 PM
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Placement: First

VOICES

I was sitting near the shore,  
listening to the waves.  
The blue and the night sky spoke to me like never before.  
  
Their distant voices became dull—  
something inside me twirled.  
The sound of the waves  
was just like the voices, long forgotten.  
  
Sand burned my feet,  
memories rushed back.  
While I kept ignoring it,  
the pain slowly, painfully crept back.  
  
The voice—now more clear.  
I could hear the chatters, the laughter.  
Tears brimmed in my eyes,
as the burning grew more intense.  
  
A hand on my shoulder  
slammed me back to the world.  
The voice now long gone,  
but the stars glimmered brighter than before.

A Summer's Idyll

A Summers Idyl

warm summer’s day at the lake
inviting my wife and I to sit and enjoy
the water is a cool aqua blue
rich color of relaxation

slight breeze touches the surface 
barely a ripple disturbs the scene
the green rowboat rocks at anchor
hoping we will avail ourselves of a ride
my wife dressed in her white chiffon dress
idly sits on the cool concrete steps
her broad brimmed hat perched on her blonde hair
to keep the yellow rays of the sun from her head
at the top of the steps, I have the best view
I can drink fully of the summer scene

Grey

Written: May 28, 2025, for contest by Nette's Color my Mood

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the soiling scowls of cumulus night
the life soars, and the broken locks blight
he shrugged off fears that pull and ignite
embrace a life ~ of ongoing grief and guilt
his hours brimmed with adamant wilt...

The taste of hats

If 
I eat
today’s feast,
it will be brimmed
With tastes of daring
flavors inside for sure,
spicy with a pinch of shame.
But truth be told, the bite is good,
teaches me to keep my opinions
Cause I have eaten a few hats in life.

Soul of glass

I was a girl with no life 
Or a being with no purpose. 
I had no one compassionate, 
Although my soul was always nervous. 

The life I barely built in those years, 
Came crashing down to a point..my eyes were in tears. 
There was nothing I could do, powerless to intervene, 
Even God didn't care when I let out a scream. 

I tried hard to build of my life something new, 
But hatred is all I got.. Why? I had no clue. 
I felt like a beast trapped in metal chains, 
Waiting to be free from the heart to the veins. 

A heart waiting to be nurtured and cared, 
Only to be thrown into the merciless fire that flared. 
The eyes that were filled with joy at a time, 
Now brimmed with tears that weren't worthy a dime.

When the leaves fall; The ache of letting go

As autumn came to claim the leaves from my strands,
Its breeze swirled around my bark and branches,
A threat, ready to seclude the foliage from my hands.
I was too stubborn to release the leaves from my grasp.

But my leaves, desperate to escape with the wind away from my distress,
So I let them fall, as I promised myself to choose me over strife.
Yet my branches bore the pain of emptiness,
Where once, the foliage had brimmed with life.

It's in his kiss

Trump threw fake air kisses
To his very bored looking Mrs.
Funny, how her wide brimmed hat
Deterred them from the love rat.

So many of the laws he broke
He will soon begin to revoke.
What a shame he’s the POTUS
A STORMY four years for Flotus

Thorns

Shall I reside in shadows of past years
like a silhouette where light appears dimmed
as life’s entangled path cuts deep like spears
of perforating thorns overly brimmed?
Shall I guard the fragility of heart
and retreat stumbling with blindfolded sight
unless black shrouds unveils colourful art 
of silky roses grown in shades of light?
Shall I remain dwelling and not then seek
life that awaits a brave travellers feet —
yet, would not a fervent heart grow so meek
with a dying rhythm of its own beat?
Amidst faith, scars from life’s thorns slowly heals
upon a path where inner self reveals.

Time Wasted

So much time wasted
So many years
Consumed with inner turmoil 
Cried an ocean of tears

Zero self confidence 
Brimmed with inadequacy 
Failed before l even began
“Everyone else can do it …..but me!”

l found inner peace
My soul was set free
No more time wasted
Just loving being me!

Darkness and Light

A dark soul long immersed in a grey world  
Awakened to a spirit’s shining beam
And foolishly presumed as he uncurled
His destiny was to possess her gleam.

The dark youth’s folly then was slowly dimmed 
By reason, sweat, philosophy and years.
Where once his hopes of lightness brimmed,
In time’s passage, they all but disappeared.

When once more fate flashed her bright rarity, 
It was not for him to have, but to see.

Three Good Men

In my foolish young adult years,
three good men came along,
but their eyes brimmed with tears.
God must of sent them,
offering me love's redemption.
Not realizing they were gifts to me,
like mystic trains sent away to
wend on another journey.



The summer moon's love bathes me
in her eternal silvered glow,
upon my bed dreaming of happiness
I let go.
I do long for youth again,
to say I'm sorry for wounding them.
Was I rejecting love or myself,
placing their hearts on a shelf.

Forgive me, please,
as I age with unease.
Three good men with souls of gold,
I hope with wives who cherish them
as they grow old. ~

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