Eloquence Poems

Poets and Words

No words shall please my soul,
if not from deep within.
In life we laugh and weep,
as moods with time do spin.
Even a poet does need a flare,
to devise his ringy rhymes.
To sculpt a verse from solid words,
is a masters work, sublime.

When fine words mingle and mix,
with sweet lovely emotions,
a lady’s heart will surely yield, 
without showing a notion.
Delightful words do cast a spell,
on people where they stand.
Being a charmer may pay your rent,
to the lady of the land.

No torrent is strong or tough,
to sweep a poets will.
And no drought is harsh enough, 
to dry a poets well.
Eloquent words, 
soft and smooth,
too far from being absurd.
When spoken loud,
they steal the show,
on every stage and stand.

Spewing Eloquence

So confident that he'd pass the test

Claimed his oral essay was the best 

He yammered and muttered

And stammered and stuttered

But half way through he puked on his desk

Emotive Eloquence Of Silence

Enchanted by the mirage of florid ecstasy, 
the flower in my desiccated heart blossomed
when your charisma drizzled on me 
like the soothing rare summer rain of oasis.

The flame of my heart was stoked 
by the breeze of the yearning spring.
Flaring beauty of glowing fresco flashed 
on the beguiled blushing face of desire. 

The wilted petals were dislodged  
by the destructive dust storm of desertion.
The split flower saw the dreams in debris, 
its shriek was lost in the quietude of desert.

As you drifted away from my stormy horizon, 
thunder of torment ripped my forsaken flower. 
The broken heart suffering mute pain I protected 
for you to hear silence speak in emotive eloquence.

Death Means

Death means, leaving your loved ones,
but floating like clouds in their sky, falling like rain,
flowing like a silent river through the forest in their heart.

Death means, leaving this earth but lying on its ground.
Death means, leaving our one life and maybe finding another.
Death means, after all those sweet reminiscences, one day oneself
living among the memories.
Death means, after a lifetime of eloquence, now silence.

And the death of a poet means, he left his poems and went away,
but remains eternally in his poems in such a way,

like Rabindranath walking, with his hands clasped behind.


(05.10.2022)

A Canine Eloquence

Old Spice’ and wet grass carry years
of understanding between us.

If I break wind, you run to me,
body rapt and heeding,
every hair translating
a smudged paragraph into
volumes of memory.

Rubbernecking my attention
with a fixed gaze,
you are staring at my next question,
willing to
jaw with more whiffs of intimacy.
A jargon of us both
surfacing in her millpond eyes.

Silent odiferous idioms crest
upon her black nose,
a cloddish lingo,
but it outruns anything that could be said.

Napowrimo Day2: the Eloquence of the Poet

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Many of the greats in poetry are said to be eloquent beings,
Well-versed in language as well as the human mind, soul, and heart.
Their legacy of distinct impressions;
Such aureate diction surely leaves the world a more vibrant, colorful place,
But at times I wonder: Do THEY leave this world more vibrant?

Eloquence of Silence

A rainbow once said
To fall falling in cascade,
What use loudmouth made
When silence can say a lot, 
Wordless, when the words cannot.
_____________________________ 
Tanka |25.06.2021| 
 
Poet’s note: A deep thicket of green forest surrounds a valley wherein falls a cascade piercing the tranquillity that reigns otherwise. In waters gathered in the valley before flowing away as a river, a reflection of a rainbow peeps out as if to say something to the noisy waterfall. And this Tanka gets born.

Eloquence

The silence of the wise is more eloquent than the verbosity of the fool! 









© Demetrios Trifiatis
      20 June 2021

Such Eloquence

she speaks with 
such eloquence 
choosing every 
word with 
such careful 
precision 
trying to create 
as vivid a mental 
picture as possible 
for all to be able to see 
her point of view clearly

Eloquence

The shout is a violent
         way to be heard ...
         the silence is made
         further eloquent ...

Eloquence of Election

Expressions penned from soulful contemplation,
Rather rhymed, in form, or in free verse style,
May not decide my choice between the two.
It is the sense of awe that is the draw...
Awe that leaves one feeling so inspired,
Tears well up in eyes and deep sighs follow.
Poetry may rival the rising sun
With wondrous colored shades from dark to light.
Aquatic tunes in concert with moon's moods
Enchant us with the music they impart.
As love extolled in lover's lexicon 
Rather rhymed with iambic expertise,
Or with angelic wings of free verse flight,
I love them both, I could not choose just one.

11-16-19

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Eloquence and Grace

Eloquence and Grace were sisters on the run
In a place that valued hate
They found that they had none

They sought a world of kindness 
Where love and friendship grew
They hoped that such a place exists in 1692

They heard of a new world, a welcome mat for all
From every meager walk of life
Where freedom will stand tall

They journeyed far to seek a life
In all love would allow
I wonder how they’d feel today, if they could see us now

Delusions of Eloquence

Lungs that exhale lofty tones,
higher learning ... Mt. Olympus invocation
Elevated flung lightning bolts of linguistic illusion,
fancy worded dreams
floating ...
between 
open cranial empty spaces

Diaphragm skywalkers
verbally illuminating prosthetic landscapes
of skin-deep lip topography
Giving interval beeps 
of sonar, irregular equality

Maimed assumptions broken
and bent at the knees
Another Po’ Boy sandwich
pressed between two white bread homilies

Lifted up from the boot straps of society,
raising scrap expectations 
not patron saint funded adequately

Pardon this underbelly pale naïveté — 
Delusions of pauper eloquence
is negative sum ghetto certified positively

Battered rent conditions
feeling the po’ economic handicap pocket tease
Another Black Forest ham sandwich
pressed between 
an upper and lower enamel sound byte squeeze

Green pasture illusion of freedom
does make for an idyllic graze docile situation
Delusions of fluent eloquence
be the rose cheeky flow of a grandiose nation

Eloquence of Life

J-oyful 
I-magery 
C-reates 
Y-our 
L-ovely 
L-ife's 
E-loquence 

A-s 
Q-uote 
U-ses 
I-ts 
N-ice 
O-de 

Topic: Birthday of Jicylle Aquino (July 04) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Eloquence of Spring

From the  crispness of morning  to dusk 
when all boughs sashay to unfurl,
deepening the fragrance of airbrushed woods…
she will bask in  her own pleasure
on a carriage of  larkspurs , jays  in the shade--- 
while the breeze fondles  her hair
ripening the glow of early May, ablaze. 

Oh how she pulses more daring 
than  winter , not icy-white but pink, pink
like a virginal woman whose fertile seeds 
enter  my womb: that I drink from her
minty sup, luscious as Taurus’ nectar.

Until spring raises her hands...fluid, raw, 
loving; then, to explode into blossomed flight
through the language of time’s renaissance-- 
a charmed  way, basking in her own pleasure,
then to grant me the eloquence of god’s art.


4/27/2018
Spring Contest of Craig Cornish

• Short Eloquence Poems
• Famous Eloquence Poems
• Best Eloquence Poems
• Read Eloquence Poems
• Long Eloquence Poems
• Eloquence Quotes