Efflorescent Poems | Examples

Time To Come And Go

Luminous lucent mind 
longingly mystique,
made of multi-facetted crystal
of gorgeous gem,
shines sublimely 
with translucent thoughts, 
glistened by soul-suffusing 
sensuous rays,
emanating from 
efflorescent fountain
of ebullient emotion
unrestrained. 

Clear of cluttering cloud
of secret qualm, 
diaphanous psyche
resolutely revolves 
in ordained orbit,
shines as a star  
in enlightened trajectory,
away from abyss 
of ambiguous angst
unrelenting.

The meadow of mind, 
clear of convoluted 
shadows of confusion,
glows in the transit 
of fleeting moments, 
latticed with luster
of desiccating dew drops
of passion perception,
sparkling with sequins 
of transient euphoria,
conveys with cadence
of evanescent radiance
the rational notion
undeniable....

everything has a time 
to come and go.

Stars Of Clarity

Luminous lucent mind longingly mystique,
multi-facetted crystal clear piece of gorgeous gem,
shines sublimely with the transparent thoughts, 
glistened by the soul-suffusing sensuous rays,
the innate emanation of efflorescent emotions. 

Clear of the cluttering cloud of surreptitious self-qualm, 
the diaphanous psyche resolute in the ordained orbit,
stays shining as the stars of clarity shaping the galaxy
by fervent sequins in the enlightened transmuted trajectory 
out of the ambiguous depth of abysmal abyss. 

The mesmeric meadow clear of confusion shadow,
glows in the transit of the fleeting moments, 
latticed with the luster of lucid drops of diamond dew,
sparkling with the gorgeous glitter of pristine sunshine,
looks up to the seraphic sky of untarnished dawn. 

The gleaming pearls of euphoria in the argentine night,
make the gossamer motif of stars in passion perception,
convey in convivial irradiance the acuity notion, 
everything has a time to come and go,
like the ephemeral instants of effervescent ecstasy.

Dandelion

Poised upright on the leafless hollow stems,
soft florets coil thorny balls with faceless fear  
with the tender touch of the saffron sun,
make a unique flower within a seraphic sphere.

In the mellow miasma of resplendent yellow, 
the harbinger of the efflorescent spring essence nigh,
the pollinators scramble for the stimulating nectar,
as the waning winter grows wings to fly. 

When the last touch of sensuous sunshine fades away 
from the threshold of the golden florid days,
the florets droop for the final peaceful rest,
not in vain, for their lissome luster in the air stays.

The slumbering seeds of the prime progeny
as merry blowballs in the beguiled bowl they appear,
perched on the fluffy parachute on fun-filled flight,
they joyfully drift to foraging far and nimble near.

In the tide of the hued spring they resurrect
in the verdant distant meadows unknown,
maybe they swing unwanted in the soft alien wind,
but they are happy to bloom as dandelion.

Pathos

A wooden flute,

              I glimpsed among my mother’s treasured keepsakes,
                               Often Wondered.....
           Why it seemed the most precious than everything else she cherished! 

               A pathos lurking underneath the saddest smile, she told me... 
                     The flute was the only thing she had of her brother,
                           who, in their childhood, played music when she sang,  
                      He passed away from tuberculosis, in his twenties ..

                       
                          the two efflorescent roses on the same branch… 
                 one fell and perished, when it could have blossomed and 
                             charmed the earth with its fragrance! 

                The other one clung to the tiny piece of memory he left..
                                       A Symphony Of Love! 


                       
                                           FIRST PLACE 
                      Edited " Last Sigh" on September 24, 2021
                            For "P" Old or New Poetry Contest
                              Sponsor: Constance La France

Enveloped In Creation's First Breath

Blanketed like silky chiffon amongst
a babe’s soft scent, 
allured into the morn’s glory with
sunbeams burnishing the dew 
bellowing on a white rose’s blade. 

The luster expressed has been 
tempted by the reasoning of love’s
natural resounding essence-
For it has been done,
and will always be gifted amongst
the layers of soft grass laying across
emerald fields. 

Patination reveals its abstract face-
all things it envelopes begins and
ends with a moment of strength. 
Forever willing to be caught in the
middle of creation’s first breath, 
it lusters once again, 
into shades of verdigris crimson. 

Covering the valleys of rolling hills,
reaching heights of a mount and
its efflorescent rock,
a strong coating of marvel frees
it from the weakness it longs for. 

No longer is the patina willing to
ease a troubled mind,
yet-
it seeks what is and what was
never to become. 


Patina Poetry Contest
July 1, 2018

Does Anyone Really Want To Eat Ufo Shaped Peanuts Today

U F O is a W d o p u y t r e s a d f g h k l k m n b v c xz q?

Feeling ill cam be understood to be akin to laying down upside down on a constantly rotating piece of grass that moves so rapidly that ground cannot really fathom a place to stand still. But stillness is not stagnation nor is it syllables stalling for stillness is often likened to a giant hexagonal bee swarm rotating royally signalling to jester fish that the top of a yogurt reads the same as the top line of a paragraph but minus the full stop. Equations equipped equatorial effluent efflorescent elephant. And a stripey square ball rolled away in a hexagonal formation before jumping into the swimming pool. Bowl then. But only wearing a bowler hat. Great. Now that is done the items can be imagined to be interested in inkwells'. Fantastical news for ten z frames, a beeswax curdle, a shrinkable curry, a curriculum carriage, and a force ten thousand gale singing a pleasant hymn. Loudly. While practising gymnastics with a fork lift truck and a lorry in a leotard. Z organizationally Z at forty one knots knitting ro eighteen balls of wool lugging loaded leaf loaves. X

In Acetous Longing

In acetous longing
Penchant and efflorescent
Enumerating metallurgy
Feather, dust and stone
Apart and in essence same
Can in such majesty exist?

Efflorescence

Efflorescent bud
Bursts myriad of colors
In the blooming spring

Efflorescence

The efflorescent dream to imbue
my opulent languor,whose ripples
vestigial,untoward,hissing,waving
the dalliance quite sneaky peaky.
Is it the murmur of a mellifluous song
yet to be sung by the divine entity!
Is it the penumbra of an ethereal beauty
soothing my bosom with its eternal charm !

Bloom

Stars efflorescent
Creation and destruction
Violent beauty

Summer Dreaming

This is the third
time
I've planted
climbing roses

The first two failed
to fulfill
my romantic fantasy
of
efflorescent roses
flaunting their
naughty
frilly pink bodice
and hooped skirts
draped in loops
like gingerbread
scroll-work
or fleur-de-lis
gamboling,
sauntering
across the white
French trellis

I guess I'm really a
fairy trapped
inside this 5' 8"
terrestrial body
I love how the
amethyst
moon-flowers
with the pentagram
tattooed on their
belly button petals
cast a magic spell
over the garden

And the night
blooming jasmine's
enchanting fragrance
wakens the
dreaming gardenia
and makes everybody
including our blue
eyed ragdoll kitten
a wee bit tipsy

I curl up on my
midnight Jhoola
topiary shadows
crouch
like royal sphinxes
in the starlit
courtyard
and reflecting pools
of water
from summer rains
swirl open their
third eyes
~portals to another
world~

Anthesis

Please do not disturb the beast in its peaceful and quiet place
Where the dead leaves are dancing merrily in a gentle wind of faith
Along skeleton paths of disheveled trees you can hear them whispering
Honoring autumns remnant decay and conjuring efflorescent spring
While birds begin to whistle in such a sweet soliloquy of melodies
Runaway ye fearless child into the darkness where you sleep
And clear a path for the wild ones leading to your hollowed grove
Where I found feasting among the dead a red blossoming velvet rose
Surrounded by a halo of darkness under a piercing blade of sun light
Tempted by its pleasure the beasts will insist that it's alright
Then by thoughtful contemplation I plucked it as blood mixed with tears began to drop
Painfully I pulled every petal repeating "she loves me so, she loves me not"
My Oh My how the colors have changed with the wondrous seasons reign
I guess she no longer loves me, but isn't that just natures way
Shy away you phantoms and let the new cycles of life rebuild their homes
Leave the undead to worry for themselves and let my luminous flowers grow
~ JJF~

Peduncle Prick

betwixt the circuitous cocoon of rose hips wrestles a world of unfathomable infamy 
induced by light and shadow murmur influences ridicules scent.

conscripted into nature's loggerhead shrike chirp by forces unknown
influenced by the pestilence of greeds monkey see monkey do, ovary retards.

up from the grave of the anchor root rises the sun of expansion
cleansing the cane to shoulder its crown watching bud eye fornicate.

obliging the filament petition to pullulate the wind bats its lash
awakening the anther to feed its feeder roots.

efflorescent anatomy of stamen and pistil captivate beauties awe
apathy will bloom its withered rose until perceived with the nose!

An Ode To My Future Lover

I rest the rhapsodic morn along rustic shadows,
as if it were a sapphire,
i shall serenade beautifully beneath our efflorescent forests,
my hands await you like a rustic moon,
i shivery surreptitiously in my cashmere bowers,
the harmonies have dale's autumn glow,
the have bough's idyllic fragility,
ahhh, my future love,
my love,
my heart beats eagerly,
between the romance of a piano,
the season's have melody's romantic bough,
i will not wait me surely,
the feathers have glow's sparkling willow,
the lullaby leaps,
your silhouettes run the constellation,
you ,my love,
are my distant,eternal,
and yet, pastoral horizons

For Those Who Flew

When winter winds did blow
Across the clouds, so many years ago,
And she, as green as leaves
Before they fell to Earth
Who picked them up
As something else again.

Before the flowers bloomed
On trees so ready for the spring
The efflorescent sun
Could sternly see
The tick-tick-tick
Of that which went
And swept them all away again.

She, who jumped and ran
(And such) could think
But how the tick-tick-tick
Would watch her go
And slowly smile and hide his teeth
He'd lie in wait
Before he'd show himself to her again.

And as he moved her on
She found her wings and flew
And kissed the sky, the sun of which
Would smile, but the tick-tick-tick
Would call her back
(She would obey)
Desire floating through her heart
And he would laugh again.

And down she'd come
To fight him off;
To hold him close;
For through the bars the lark wouldn't sing
And in the cage she wept and fought
To call him back again.

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