The nights were short,
A clear summer, long and hot,
A chickadee visited every dawn,
And caught a stunning view by the pane.
Maybe my nest’s walls knew,
A fluffy gray-black chick who...
Lit the sun pointed to my nest house...
Captured my morning drowse.
A courageous little skylark,
With a notorious chirp crack,
She repeatedly taps my pane,
And sharply beeps, in rhythmic strain.
Pulled from beloved slumber, I scan who,
Through my drowsy eyes, I view...
The vivid rattle, truly, she’s a great dancer,
My ears almost paralyzed by the clatter.
Through the solid unglazed pane its clear,
The morning breeze powers the air,
The lovely melody alarms my doze...
Tirelessly, she airs her pose.
The shrill stole my focus,
A lone owls’ hoot – a secret in the sunrise,
The arduous tweet feels counterfeit,
But the unfolding truth won’t lie or cheat.
Categories:
drowse, beauty, bird, dedication, extended
Form: Rhyme
Lay you down and rest your head
There are lots of days ahead
Take not much of life's pressure
Health for one is the greatest treasure
Think not much of foul winds around
For, all too soon will kiss the ground
Lay your worries to the sky
His hands guard you, way up high
Sleep tight and dream sweetly
Leave behind the things that are earthly
Damp your thoughts in drowse of wine
Celebrate your life, divine
Meditate on things that are useful
Being solemn is being hopeful
Rest your mind, let it know
That best things are yet to show
Zen, zinnia, zephyr poetry contest
Categories:
drowse, abuse, happiness, hope,
Form: Rhyme
Pitch black, invisible shadows
Darkness creeps on doors and windows
Sky is dim and the stars don't shine
The night is drowned in drowse of wine
Light is shy on tales of gray
Even daybreak is a sad slay
For, the grim of dark afternoon
Shut the light of the dawning moon
Who could forget that dark of day
When the world was capped in gray?
Even the light of brightest dream
Was drowned in shock of freaky scream
Promise of morn is half concealed
Even the face of dawn is veiled
For the shadow of yesterday
Caps the heaven in mist of gray
Categories:
drowse, dark,
Form: Rhyme
A shattered image in empty room
Of once a great love that came to doom
The fading footsteps on the floor
Echo like banging on the door
A heart of glass broken in pieces
Misses the hugs and all the kisses
Like a sound of lonesome lullaby
The song of heart that's left to cry
Clouds are gray and day is dim
Sunlight is bright but sky is grim
As if today has no tomorrow
Smile is drowned in pain and sorrow
The puzzled look from an olden glass
Misses the heart that it really was
The bright smile on once shiny face
Is drenched in drowse of sour grimace
Categories:
drowse, heartbroken,
Form: Rhyme
There was no drowse and blood was shed,
Candles ground is where martyrs lie,
Through felled brothers, you fought ahead,
There was no drowse and blood was shed,
Through the carnage fields, black boots tread,
Audacious knowing you could die,
There was no drowse and blood was shed,
Candles ground is where martyrs lie.
Categories:
drowse, analogy, appreciation, hero,
Form: Triolet
The rose has blackened in my book,
and there is no wisp of you.
Your absence brings back that one brook
that once brimmed with love and hue.
The kitchen knife lies lifeless, lone;
I cut an apple for you and me,
your laughter rings in here, I groan
in agony of that memory.
Our garden has now become mine,
and now I know how silence screams.
This lily, this peony of thine
will too leave me like a dream.
Must I go back to a ‘house’?
It oozes with your happy thoughts.
I sit by the gate and drowse
while my heart homes distraught.
Categories:
drowse, 8th grade, absence, bereavement,
Form: Lyric
Let me love you baby
Let me make you crazy
About the way I love you
About the way I hold you
Woman when you're with me
I drowse in gust of ecstasy
Your voice is like a gentle touch
How I love your way so much
My body trembles when you sway
I get down to my knees and pray
Hoping you'll be my forever
That through the end we'll be together
You're gorgeous like a beauty queen
You're like an empress of silver screen
Your smile is like the light of morn
When I met you, my hope was born
5th place
Categories:
drowse, beauty,
Form: Rhyme
As low a lap, o'erspread
This white cloud - of lace.
Old Summer, the peasant
A-drowse, beneath, trace.
Categories:
drowse, flower,
Form: Rhyme
Loneliness, like a sickle that rips the soul to the bone
One that makes you feel you are alone
A feeling of utter desolation
One that kills the hope in your emotion
Desperation, like a rope that strangles your will to exist
In tearing sadness, it's hard to resist
Like a drowse of enchanted magic potion
That fashions a mortal illusion
Desolation, a state of intense hopelessness
A painful feeling of drastic emptiness
Like a creeping soul in the gloom
That lost all its chances to bloom
Emptiness, a feeling of complete depravity
That savagely severs your ties to reality
A state of bleak disposition
That tears down the heart of your volition
May 7, 2023
Anatomy of Melancholy Poetry Contest (10th place)
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
Categories:
drowse, loneliness,
Form: Rhyme
Sometimes, the sweetest smile
Can be the most dangerous
It may seem so docile
But tricky and perilous
It can rope the hearts in twine
Or drowse a soul like wine
It can make a cold heart fine
Or slay from behind
May 6, 2023
Categories:
drowse, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
Sitting on a quiet dock
Gulls and raptors nearby talk
Spring is clearly in the air
Longer days, more light to spare
Dancing sunlight on the bows
Lazy current, still in drowse
Moving where the currents flow
Take me with you, I will go
Thinking thoughts far out to sea
Dreaming dreams of you and me
With brilliant sunsets on display
To watch forever, every day
I walk out to the dockside edge
And looking down now from the ledge
Water surface, shimmering view
Reflecting back not one, but two
Categories:
drowse, for her, i love
Form: Rhyme
?It was a winter morning and still was a little dark...
I just woke up from my drowse, hearing my dog's bark...
Down in my backyard as I saw, all there was smog...
In the center lay a big hole, as if dug by some mighty groundhog...
It was a ladder that was rooted, in the depths of my land...
And the thunders up the sky felt like a metal band...
The ladder was some inclined, like the hour hand of seven...
It stretched beyond the clouds as if it were the route to heaven...
I thought that my time had come, to climb the stairs up the sky...
My mind showed me the faces, whom I will make cry...
I could not move my feet, for a moment I felt it was broken...
That thing got me bowled over, and now I am awoken...
It was a sleep in my sleep, I had that quiver in my breath...
Maybe I have just felt, what's the edge of death...
Categories:
drowse, deep, dream, heaven, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Oh demon of destroyed destinies,
Unfurl your nightmares
through the furnace of my drowse;
For if fire steps out to rule,
Shall I be on deck,
Ripping closures ablaze,
Sailing towards the wild shore
of those vicious torments,
Where fate pulled her crown tight,
Trading promises with fallacies!
Categories:
drowse, emotions, violence, voyage,
Form: Free verse
millions of words all neatly filed
silently shouting please try me ,
open my covers escape to my worlds
i’m so small and neat you should buy me
here i could browse linger ‘til i drowse
under their awesome power.
but I wonder if at night
when they switch off the lights
and the town begins to slumber,
do all those words emerge,
mutter, murmur and chunter
practising their sounds
a cacophony that rounds,
bounds and re-bounds
from the walls and ceilings;
does the fiction vie
with those works that try
to instruct;
does the times
thunder at the sun
then in solidarity combine
against the shrill whine
of the weeklies and monthlies,
those frivolous glossies
to whom they are certainly superior
until just before the dawn,
when the world starts to yawn
they all silently glide, slither and slide
back to their proper pages
to wait with the patience of ages
to lure and ensnare me
millions of words all neatly filed
silently shouting please try me ,
open my covers escape to my worlds
i’m so small and neat you should buy me
here i could browse linger ‘til i drowse
under their awesome power.
Categories:
drowse, books, fantasy, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
Allah is like a bird the universe is her egg
If someone could give Allah spouse she would surely beg
Allah feels very bad cause she has no spouse
So her eyes are sleepless and she does not drowse
Allah can’t make enough food for herself
No one can help Allah but she needs help
If Allah could fly away to her dreamland
Allah’s fate would give her a lovely husband
Then pain and sorrow would be a forgotten thing
And all creations would joyfully dance and sing
Allah is like a bird Allah is like a bird
Allah is like a bird Allah is like a bird
Categories:
drowse, allah,
Form: Rhyme
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