A truly lovely poem I have read,
Spoke volumes ‘bout the power of the pen.
At times our thoughts on paper must be said
Before they fly away, we’ll capture them.
On paper then we see the passion inked
With pen in hand words scribed across the page.
When reading we can see how these are linked
Once in our view, these words will never age.
Yes, poems filled with lovely sentiment
To touch our hearts and soul the author’s quest,
Engage the reader is their one intent.
Categories:
capturing, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
She opened the bay window to better see the swans
They encouraged tranquility; inspiring peace and love.
The neighbor’s garden is gorgeous in April.
She took off her reading glasses to get a better look.
The sky is perfect today, a marvelous color of blue.
There is a purity in the air, an indescribable ambiance.
She leaves her coffee for a few minutes
To find her camera, hoping to capture this tranquility.
Categories:
capturing, nature,
Form: Imagism
Chromatic cascade
across the land
sporting a cavalcade
of roses, parrot tulips,
irises, narcissus
and I look out over the
painted mountain
to revel in the
wildflowers waltzing
in a casual breeze.
Atop the verdigris
the flora brings
serenity to my spirit
and I grab my
paint-box and canvas;
it’s time to capture
the season’s rebirth
once again.
5-7-2021
Nature Poetry Contest
Regina McIntosh
Categories:
capturing, appreciation, flower, nature, poems,
Form: Free verse
Courtney
Nerdy, honest, creative, funny
Mother of Darian and Cash
Lover of a good book stash, thrift store trash, and travelling without whiplash Who feels empathy for the homeless, the hopeless, and disgust for the useless
Who needs my family close to me, a bit of morbidity, and my writings validity
Who fears death by falling, the Burger King, and life without a wedding ring
Who gives her kids a kiss, her boyfriend loving bliss, and her enemies a hiss
Who would like to see New York City, Italy, and my family being happy
Resident of Springfield, LA by way of Glendora, CA
Hubbert
Categories:
capturing, children, daughter, i am,
Form: Bio
2021, the year I capture my desire
Sonya Sanchez said to catch the fire
I stand bold and put on my fly attire
Word remains my bond
Low vibrations are for liars
Elevating is now dire
There is no going back
The universe has spoken
I can only rise higher
Celestial deities presenting signs,
On how to grow wiser
His eye is on the sparrow
Sings the southern church choir
Sweet music of harmony
Elemental universal sounds transpire
Composing earth wind spirit water fire
2021, I capture my desire
Categories:
capturing, desire, growth, inspiration, journey,
Form: Rhyme
The participant
Expectant
The judger
But a resonator
Void in between
May glean
Or may not
Being self taught
If he does
Feeling a buzz
Our good friend
Else fiend
Or are we
Unbound and free
Either which way
In play
14-January-2021
Categories:
capturing, poets,
Form: Rhyme
Unlock your heart with poetry
Let them sing songs of mystery
Fill your soul with history
Hear sounds of philosophy
Be charmed with rhymes noted
Tell others and become devoted
With words written down as a slogan
As they capture the mind of a poet
Categories:
capturing, poetry, poets,
Form: Rhyme
Wavelengths of perfect pitch
Tones whole and mellow
Notes filled with harmony
Seeing through your ultrasound
Complete and very clear
Speaking low and softly
Gently caressing my soul
Your depth of sound
Reaches into my soul
Together an orchestra of love
Apart there's only silences
This day I ask let me be,
Your woofer so all will hear
This sound that has
Captured Me
Categories:
capturing, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Droplets of rain dripping down your cheek
Caught by my hand whisking them away
This heart has found its lost love in you
My hands are now yours this body too
Forever you will always be mine and I yours
No poetry ever written could replace our souls
Nor could dig as deep into mine as yours
Our blood now runs through our veins as one
Capturing each moment together and forever
Neither life nor death will tear apart this love
Place the sun back into your eyes and end this rain
These feelings of my heart have been placed gently into your soul
Caressing it each moment every second of every day
Not one could ever reach into it and steal it away
For we have locked it safely away never to be opened
The combination hidden deep within our souls
That keeps it locked never separating our love
Through life’s adventures we will fly together
You my right wing and I your left with our bodies attached
Sailing through the clouds through rain and stormy weather
Together and forever always as one
Categories:
capturing, love,
Form: Free verse
Poetry is not just words but thoughts and memories
Each of us blending together through our minds
Poets become a silent family through their poetry
I have never met you yet, I have become close to you
Poets are family
Categories:
capturing, feelings,
Form: Free verse
Flamboyant search for a woman who had lost her mind.
Luckily she was outrageous and quite easy to find.
Her rainbow hair and the braided elephant she rode
Were clues easily deciphered, faster than Morse code.
She wore a turquoise hat, with a noisy penguin on the top.
She shopped at every store, and bought every broom and mop.
She was loud and happy, and she sang and danced pure joy.
She was amazing and funny, and she delighted every girl and boy.
They said she was crazy, the naysayers, the means, and the moody.
She was the happiest being in the village, our own delight, Miss Toody.
She was funny and cheerful, and made everybody have a happier day.
We captured her daily, but every night, we let her squirrel herself away.
If this is a woman who has lost her mind
Then more of us need to, for she was truly always kind.
If this is a woman who needs to be put in a cage,
Put me in with her, for to me she is all of the rage.
Categories:
capturing, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Rhyme
Capturing Moments
By: Tom Wright
12/3/98
Two strangers meet
and a brief moment share.
While one places significance,
one seems to not care.
Who owns the moments,
between this party of two?
Should their occurrence,
have been allowed to accrue?
While neither had intent,
of inflicting pain.
One had surrendered the moment,
to return not again.
A moment though shared,
may be remembered by but one.
Those we've stored in our memories,
can make our later life fun.
Categories:
capturing, friendship love, love,
Form: Lyric
To capture ones eye
Blending colors together
Creating images
Transformed into living color
Others will see
Each brush stroke and hair
Gliding across the canvas
With swirls and twirls
From colors you choose
Theses images of art
On display
Will inspire others to see
Your visual artistic abilities and your creativity
Contest Name: Creativity in Visual Art
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Date Created: 02/14/2019
Judged N/A
Categories:
capturing, art,
Form: Free verse
You are the word that has captured my soul
You moved through my mind connecting all dots
Through my electrodes you flowed creating words
Connecting deep into my soul
As I read your poetry my mind wonders
Wondering if what you wrote was for me
Theses words you have placed together
Reach farther then any before so deep into my soul
I hunger each day to see your poetry
Written only by you my Shakespeare of today
Your words flow like water running over glass
So smooth and gentle a never ending last
So rich and divine these words you place together
Creating such a pleasant tune of harmony and bliss
Like two lips placed together for their very first kiss
Oh my poetry soup you bring a peace that is so divine
I will write to you each day if I can find the time
Categories:
capturing, muse,
Form: Free verse
The café was crowded,
we were seated on the porch;
lunch’s wait was quite a long one.
The adjoining flower garden drew butterflies and wing- dancing hummingbirds; they sipped nectar from the feeders that hung between towering sun flowers.
Multi-colored finches vied for black oil seeds with sparrows, wrens and a dove or two.
Occasionally, this diverse populace gazed into the porch window at us, as if we were performers in a dinner theatre.
Colored flora blended graciously with the color burst avians; fluttering butterfly wings leant a magical aire to nature’s live painting.
We sipped raspberry tea, with our free, late lunch.
We took the magic with us into the week; life seemed miraculous, despite the weekly grind;
magical moments savored.
Categories:
capturing, bird, butterfly, flower, garden,
Form: Prose
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