While some may write about their life
Wishing the facts we're more like fiction
Some draw off the lessons taught
Others with pieces missing
And then you have the happy clan
All good natured sages
Where they wine and dine on better times
Positively filling the pages
Either way it's okay with what they say
Not one write is wrong
Rain or shine each day riding the poetic wave
All strung along by the poem
From the simplest of words to those seldom heard
Whether you do or you don't rhyme
Comes packaged as the disease and also the cure
Darkness as well as the light
Some only write when they're down and empty
Filling the void with thoughts and words
Some when love is a-plenty
Begging those words to be heard
Either way it's okay with what they say
Not one write is wrong
Rain or shine each day riding the poetic wave
All strung along by the poem
Categories:
draw off, poems, poetess, poetry, poets,
Form: Rhyme
The daylight fades now; soon the moon will glide
Across the canvas of the sky that, wide
And black, spans far above. Below, we bide
Our time and wait. I glance from side to side
At my companions on this dreadful ride.
These are the haunted woods where many died.
The path is treacherous, and with each stride
Becomes more so. I think foul creatures cried
While circling overhead. We have to hide.
I fear we cannot really trust our guide.
Perhaps it would be better to divide:
Have some go on, and others turn aside
To draw off the pursuit. We must decide
And each walk to our doom with fear and pride.
2/13/2017
For contest Monorhyme
Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
Categories:
draw off, fantasy,
Form: Monorhyme
Oh, mighty vacuum cleaner, duty calls;
like magic, you suck up unsettling grime
in my small world of carpets, floors, and walls.
You gobble up debris in record time
of lint and dust polluting my domain,
to leave behind a sparkling atmosphere
where peace of wholesome living can remain,
ensuring my abode is bright and clear.
Oh, hardy vacuum cleaner, if I could
direct your force upon our total Earth;
suck up its cobwebbed corners, dusty wood
which clouds our vision to perceive its worth.
Draw off the film- watch clarity unfurled,
and make it shiny-bright as my small world.
Sandra M. Haight
~NA~
Premiere Contest: A Lovely Little Daydream
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
Judged: 01/21/2017
Categories:
draw off, metaphor, pollution, society, violence,
Form: Sonnet
Oh hungry vacuum cleaner, there you go—
Like magic, sucking up the grimy dirt
In my small world of carpets, floors, and walls.
You gobble up unwanted enemies
Of lint and dust polluting my domain,
And leave behind a sparkling atmosphere.
Oh hungry vacuum cleaner, if I could
Direct your force upon the total earth;
Suck up its cobwebbed corners—dusty paths
Which cloud our sights and discompose our minds;
Draw off the film to let clear colors show,
And make it shiny-bright as my small world.
November 2, 2014
Categories:
draw off, prayer, world,
Form: Blank verse
With his wisdom and my charisma, we shoot strong magnetism.
To be his girl is simply magnetic phenomena.
His love is instrumental loving me without words, reassurances me that I can be his girl.
I do not need to travel the world; I already know that he is the one I am looking for.
Interventions of my heart and his mind, is a love affair that is one of a kind.
My felicity I draw off his mentality.
His pleasing quality makes me love his intellectual capabilities.
I am guilty committing felonies strictly on fidelity, showing nothing but loyalty.
Everlasting fiery no other man can come near me, my flame burns internally literally.
Influence by his charm, as if I was a vampire feeding off his blood.
To be his girl is a translation of my version of his love.
In a state of adaptation I am in compliance, we form an alliance.
Merging our personalities turns me to an unstoppable we.
To be his girl I turn into every woman in the world.
The best of both worlds the collaboration of boy meets girl.
Abundance in his talent possessing riches, loving me wealthy never turning to bankruptcy.
I am definitely making history on the day he marries me.
Categories:
draw off, emotions, first love, for
Form: Light Verse
Lay me across your sheets
of white, hold me as a poet
fingers her pen, caressing
with the passion of expression.
Draw me close,
then color me with the ink
of passion, kiss me,
roll me off your tongue,
and play with me
as a poet plays with words.
Blanket me with your fevered
inspiration, sketch me crimson
in your mind's fire.
I want to burn there
as a memory,
make you savor me
like a poet does her thoughts,
then tarry in the draw off of your pen.
I want to feel the breathless rush,
climax as a poet
slamming her read
and leaving the voyeurs
lusting for more.
Later, we can separate the wrinkled sheets,
unfold what came of night
and you can write me again,
better, as a poet would
Play with me,
as a poet does.
Categories:
draw off, love, me, poetess, poetry,
Form: Free verse