Embedding Poems | Examples

Crowned in gravel

I'm totally exhausted,
wondering if life is a car exhaust.
Maybe I'm just smoke in motion,
burning dreams for fuel I can't afford.

Or I might be just a windscreen,
only of use when it rains.
People look through me,
but never pause to see the stains.

Often ignored,
like tires only checked on
once I'm worn out—
still I keep rolling.
Even gravel can’t convince me to break.

How many needles and glass
have I endured
to keep the train moving?
Still they wonder why I creak,
why my silence sounds like breaking.

I have chose you
in every turn and curve,
thinking you were my destination
but some maps lie in silence,
and not all roads were meant to arrive.

So reclaim what I have lost:
I'm taking the sharp glass and gravels,
embedding them on my crown.
Let them see every crack I survived
my glory isn’t gold, it’s grit.

Today I’m shamelessly proud
of every journey, ’cause
it showed me new roads.
And every scar sings of motion—
proof I never stayed broken.

The Spice Of Life

Mystique mist shrouds the penultimate path 
to the future, fading away in obscurity. 
In twilight hour the sunset swansong resonates
the echoless tune of forlorn somber life,  
silhouetted against the faint skyline of longing.

The threads of turmoil weave 
the blue motif with sadness mold
in craving satiation, riding the sensuous storm
to the blank mindscape of frustrated desire,
once embedding the fervent fascination for repletion.

The shards of splintered hope adrift on buoyant flow 
of cascading memories of the lively times
bring back the flavor of the old spices of life.
The remnant vibe of rejuvenation returns
within the sanguinity sphere of listless life.

Yellow Sky

Perhaps it is the yellowing autumnal foliage
that the evening light reflects,
or it could be the yellow corvette
parked beneath this particular tree
that up-lights the sky?

Dusk brings diaphanous flights
of jonquil-tinted clouds

The horizon retires
embedding itself
within a canopy of brocaded gold,
a gown so embossed, so quilted,
it has become too deep
to be lifted.

The headlights of the corvette
gleam their seeking suns.

Night drives out
sweeping before it
russet murmurings.

May their dying prayers
illuminate the dawn.

Book of Love

The One who writes the music
In notes of hope and peace,
Leaving out the darkness, embedding
Grace that relieves…

The One who writes the story
Between joy and faith,
Echoing life through the pages
Inspiring such thanks….

The One who writes the moments
With a pen of sun and rain,
Silencing the worries, easing 
Even the past…

The One who writes the smiles
Through intimacy and light,
Foresees the edges of sweet joy,
Enlightens and enlivens…

The One who writes my colors
In hues of wonder and love,
Brightens all my heart’s yearnings
With dreams forevermore…

The One who writes my journey
Through blessings so unique,
Miracles and Godsends – consenting
To bring me a full book…

This volume is made up of wonders
Far more beautiful than the eye can see,
Far more brilliant than the sunlight,
Far more amazing than I can explain

For it comes to those who know Him
The One who writes with a creative hand,
The One who inspires and understands,
The One who answers all my prayers.

Because of Him, I know what it means
To love beyond my wildest dreams!

Ecchymosis

inflamed by its sputtering,
cavity muttering-
opened by oaken and metal frame fluttering,
lapsing from pavement and pierced into meat.

uttered uncomfortably, aortas ushering,
sizing in varicose clumps that then gush and bleed-
underneath-
addling- 
marrow now callousing,
blood pools in pockets that rise then fall avidly,
omen of tragedy-
spilling haphazardly-
out through the holes in the abdomen cavity,
ribs weaving in with the antlers and atrophy, 
breaching the velum, the lungs, and the tapestry
matting the fur and impairing anatomy,
mottled in apathy-
unsatisfactory,
violently waning to seize.

soothing the battery
bathed in a subtlety
gathering suddenly,
proboscis covering-
over the spills-
haemolacria bubbling,
butterfly, moth, and diptera now summoning-
spreading, embedding their needles and string.

bleating, unfleeting lachryphagous meaning,
now turning the pool to a flowering weave.

The Month of November Glum

The Month of November Glum

Late Autumn bloomers, mums galore,
Crowd the mantel with Fall décor,
Filling one’s heart with warmth and timbre,
In the glum month of November.

I watched her pick them one by one,
To place in a vase of chrysanthemums,
Of beguiling colours and scent,
Tempting romantic engagement.

My eyes stretch the fabric of time,
Embedding this vision of mine,
My love’s rapport with chrysanthemums,
In the month of November glum.
                       ***

Note:
   The month of November’s birth flower is the lovely Autumn bloomer, chrysanthemum, aka mum. Chrysanthemums display the many colours of Fall. They represent friendship, honesty, and happiness, and symbolize joy and beauty.

A Mortal Man Unveil Nature's Rule

Are we tedious, given the camera's dexterity?
Requiring what our reasons tell us to escape. 
The topic's dualism generates disparity. 
Using these subjects to symbolize "reshape" 
I'll dig them up and bid farewell, verity. 

Desire and aversion avert the soul's clemency.
Cynical evil hinders delight from spreading,
You foster anchoring and hedonistic tendency.
Happiness shrinks as expectation embedding.
If you're an oddity, then bear the pendency.

The realm of light is infinite and over pure.
Ethical glow would rouse delight and bliss. 
Lack of egoism defines the core of the cure.
Aversions and desires give a lead to the abyss. 
Wants are sheer unless mingled with body lure.

Being selfless is fun, and it's fun to be free.
Life on earth grants a test of love and fear. 
Freedom is devoid of craving and worry.
What drives sadness, fear, and smear?
Desire only fuels a broader wishful story.

Written: September 24, 2022

Desire And Aversion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker

Conceptions

CONCEPTIONS
fashioned
originality
freely
 conceived
&
acclaimed

in
considered
 dimensions
the centrepiece
&
the
highlights
of

 a whole

  potential
&
 overtly
&casual
contradictory
 in a more
rounded way

a core focus
&lifelong
interest

beginning
 by encounters
sharpened
&embedding
a concern
to try
out
ideas
 a new impetus
to take
 risks
with
 with
 what
comes to hand

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand

Lead Me To the Morning

The crescendo 
of love I’ve had before
Rushes through the air

The memories 
Of who we thought
I overcame myself with 

Lost in worship 
of each other
With the irreverence 
of a charlatan 
Tongue-in-cheek

Until the hands 
came apart
Closed alone
ending each piece

but melodies 
have a way of 
embedding themselves
when the music is gone

As the words fade
you forget the face
They aren’t as important
as the notes

Fueling a smile 
strong enough to part 
eyes closed 
to tomorrow

In moments
like this
Reasons to find 
the morning
Aren’t difficult 
to come by

Deep Feelings

I hate this feeling
Keeps me down
Keep my mind dangling in world of confusion
I want to cry everything out
But every cell in me 
Against the motion
As Various kind of feelings
Rush through the blood stream
And the gloomy dark memories
Embedding my vision
Everything seems
Blurry clear 
A smile as a force to stop the tears
The happy sad time 
I live in 
Calm madness the behavior I portray.

The Month of November Glum

The Month of November Glum

Late Autumn bloomers, mums galore,
Crowd the mantel with Fall décor,
Filling one’s heart with warmth and timbre,
In the glum month of November.

I watched her pick them one by one,
To place in a vase of chrysanthemums,
Of beguiling colours and scent,
Tempting romantic engagement.

My eyes stretch the fabric of time,
Embedding this vision of mine,
My love’s rapport with chrysanthemums,
In the month of November glum.
                     ***

Note:
   November’s birth flower is the lovely Autumn bloomer, chrysanthemum, aka mum. Chrysanthemums display the many colours of Fall. They represent friendship, honesty, and happiness; and symbolize joy and beauty.

Wide Aimless Way

blue smile, bursting with sunshine, fervent zeal 
      jovial rhythm mood, fleeting in lull feel. 

   crisp briny ocean air, gulls beating wings 
      free over ripple heaven, white bird sings. 

   resonant resting snores as breath wind rolls,
      drags its waves, outstretch ripples mere controls. 

   playful mood white spume, covers tan sands face 
      a magical erosion taking place.  

   embedding each grain of sand as waves force 
      forward leaving size seashells in its course.

8/19/2021

Writing Prompt, Oceans Or Seas - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France

Blossom

Seeds
                           Hopeful, Ambitious
                   Sowing, Growing, Embedding
             Renewal, Genesis, Fulfillment, Delight
                 Budding, Burgeoning, Thriving
                        Exquisite, Perfected
                                   Flowers

Sinking Ground

When standing upon a lie you are standing on sinking ground when you incited riot on falsehoods you was standing on sinking ground when you continue the embedding of misleading information you was standing on sinking ground when attempting to bribe Georgia Secretary of State you was standing on sinking ground when you attempted to overturn the people's votes which brought destruction's, division's and even death you was standing on sinking grounds and because of hatred, bigotry and misuse of power you are standing on sinking grounds but when you denied the power thereof you sunk and for that reason you failed yourself and the people and  when you took your eyes off your duties and purpose you was no longer on solid grounds like you thought you was on sinking grounds therefore you sunk.

Horsepower

Climb inside and buckle in
Anxiously twisting the key
As a mechanical symphony roars to life
Setting nine hundred horses free

The machine becomes an extension 
Of my own flesh and bone
My heart beats in choppy rhythm
While eight cylinders scream in tone

Launch sequence initiated
The green bulb’s affirmative glare
Release one button as I depress another
The front tires suspend in mid air 

The mechanical cavalry stampedes 
While the pipes cry out their siren song
Defiantly embedding rubber into asphalt
Parallel stripes running dark and long

Every gear change seemingly effortless
Acceleration that flattens your chest
Control of the beast seems impossible
While every sense is put to the test

Heads swivel and jaws drop open
The earth quakes as I roll past
Vanishing into the darkness
Redefining the meaning of “fast”

For I have stared fear in the face
While others stood back and leered 
I stomped my right foot in defiance 
And clicked down to a lower gear 

This - the Divine Unity
Of Man and his Machine
In water we may be baptised
But in horsepower we are redeemed

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