Innocence effuses a loving tweet ~
Infusing joy in souls we chance to meet
Categories:
effuses, innocence, joy,
Form: Couplet
In a shadowy sphere
a girl flaunt her beautiful faces
to the pallid look of the sun
- rolling blackout.
A sweet reminder of her refulgency
waxing from waning.
Girls are roses
Purple roses
with scents of cherubic
that effuses blissfulness;
heaving and glamorizing
haunting and hunting in sublime beauty.
Fine inflorescences
that lay in the garden-
budding into a woman
to grace her man.
All flirting out in packs
& springing into chic's-
sexy mortals indeed!
Roseate glow
to her blushful beau
that staggers to her cave.
An empyrean dish
carved out from Eden;
strumming the sacred calling of motherhood.
These there love are territorial!
A youthful maiden
that visualize a woman
into something they can enchant,
aiming for a transition
with little or greater expectations from her family.
Girls are roses
Untamed roses with enough concoctions
perfectly crafted to colorize the universe,
but still they're envious
& are weigh down by too many indifferences
from opposite sex.
A jealous mortals indeed.
Categories:
effuses, bridal shower, celebration, romance,
Form: Free verse
Her treasured summer flower is the rose
And for the gloaming she effuses praise.
Longfellow's verse this lady clearly knows
And dearly was she loved in childhood days.
At times lighthearted, she has made us smile
But sorrow too has oft been given voice.
She writes with eloquence and rhythmic style
Of how creation makes her heart rejoice.
Her first name is the surname of a bard
And novelist of Dublin's proud descent
Whose works were once considered avant-garde.
The surname links a Texan President.
I'm sure that you, like me, will all agree
That this sweet lady well deserves a cheer
We prize the gift of her longevity
Which brings poetic pleasure year on year.
20.09.19
Pick A Friend On Soup Poetry Contest : sponsored by Bobby May -revised
Categories:
effuses, appreciation, poetess,
Form: Rhyme
I see shades of blue in a brightly hued world.
So much blue, that my rivers overflow
With sadness and pain and sorrows and rain
That effuses down in emotion
And sometimes the river swallows me whole,
And I slice my way out to the top
But the shore is dry—
Brimming with nothing and empty
And everyone else is alive.
Categories:
effuses, color, dark, depression, grief,
Form: Free verse
DNA blueprint embalmed in womb,
protoplasm embarks on a journey.....
enigmatic waves crash uncertain shores,
life effuses ...a seed becomes a tree.
A brief stay in a big planet, breathing in and out
fragile dreams race, to reach the summit top.
Crossing paths with family and friends,....
poignant memories heal wounded feelings.
Some hidden stars behind dark clouds...
Some unsung songs composed in heart.
Few poems remain, without an ending...
It's all work, no passion,.Eureka eluding.
A gilded life meanders, in turmoil of past
illusion of happiness, in amusement parks.
A vast field grazed, in unknown fear aghast.
hoping for a future...new things to embark.
Searching the world for a synonym of life,
Worthless wealth is all that we view.
Life asks a riddle "How are you?
Loudly we proclaim, I'm fine, Thank You."
Dated 28th May 2019
Sponsor Chantelle Anne Cooke
Contest Name: The Meaning of Life
Categories:
effuses, happiness, hope, life, meaningful,
Form: Free verse
Sometimes I am an intimacy lush
the quietest of the calming storms
that soon relapse...
Eternally affects the truth much
effuses a scent without reform
of my recurring past...
Eventually is a common touch
that closes each day before,
for nothing to again restart...
Often renders my heart shut,
drenches our reluctant shores
with each uncomfortable fact...
Sometimes eternally is
a rare form of endurance
Categories:
effuses, endurance,
Form: I do not know?
I got my pen and paper after a quizzical ride
I tried to squeeze my mind and set some work aside
But nothing, nothing really effuses
Not a single word fluidly oozes
Weary as I slept not in yesternight
Rummaging o'er jungles of paper stretched so tight
Yet my passions surge and desires rise
To yield the crops of thought before sunrise
And greet the day of parched land dry
Awful! Not a single word chimes a try
Now the quill and ink are dead, but the poet seems alive
In a last ditch of efforts, fecundity of thought tries to revive
So that once again, immortal words ultimately say
The most beautiful thoughts from within my heart lay.
Categories:
effuses, on writing and words
Form: Dramatic Monologue